A very wise woman once told me "paint so that you will want to vomit afterward." I spent the last seven hours painting my monstrous affront to god. I do feel like vomiting, but I also feel like this painting may be worth signing. I used brushes on long sticks (thank you Sara) and while they were a bit unwieldy at first, I think they helped. The ( Read more... )

i went back to wheaton on saturday. the suburbs seem less threatening when you know escape is possible. i remember when it felt like the churches and strip malls were trying to choke the life out of me. someone asked william s. burroughs why naked lunch was so disgusting. he replied, "i was trying to shit out my midwest background once and for all.
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i spent 4 hours and 50 minutes of class today staring at my painting. i spent the other ten minutes painting. i think i like this painting, but i know deep in my heart of hearts that it is irrelevant in these modern days when the artists use newfangled contraptions like the tele-vision, victrola gramophone, and daguerreotype in "concept-oriented ( Read more... )

...I would go and drink with those men back in New York, and they said to me, "Louise, you can't be a sculptor. It takes balls to be a sculptor." So I said, "Oh. I've got balls. I've got more balls than you ( Read more... )

yesterday i did two strange and terrible things ( Read more... )

i got a phone call from my mother today. she is working as a paralegal for a christian law firm that is now trying to overturn an act/law so that pharmacists could refuse to fill prescriptions for birth control if their religion disagreed with it. before she found christ, she was a pro-choice democrat. what the hell happened ( Read more... )

on the subway train back home some cat was blowin a harmonica he wasn't a bum or something like that because he had clean clothes was only missing one tooth in back and his shoes weren't all torn up you can allways tell by the shoes cause bums don't got a change but this cat would just blow some weepy notes on his harmonica for a few seconds then ( Read more... )

the applications and credit checks have to go through, but yes! i would remember more about the place and the process, but i was useless and freaked out for no rational reason. on the train ride back i had the same weird physical feeling that i did after waking up from flashback dreams. whiskey does not help.

my figure drawing class had the most ( Read more... )

fuck housepaint
fuck picasso
fuck the post office

i am getting mindfucked by a canvas. it sits on my floor, un-besmirched and radiantly white. it knows my paralyzing fear and mediocrity and just plots against me. it's virginal primer coat should offend me as a painter but instead it makes my mind go equally blank. my life should be based around despoiling the purity of a new canvas. that bastard ( Read more... )