twenty-something art maker

Square One.

But it can be delicious, like Cinnamon Toast Crunch. mmmm. Any rate, I’m redesigning my website and volunteering a bunch. There was an art auction for Toni Keller’s family yesterday and I donated 5 pieces, did live portraits, and helped to plan the event. Then I’m working as a pro bono for Genoa Main Street Inc., an organization that serves my little community well. I did a little commission work recently too. Tryyyying to keep busy and all that. Soccer has helped. 

But there’s a sizable hole left by lack of a boyfriend & job. When people ask how I’m doing, I’ll generally respond that “I’m single and jobless” (to which they’re not quite sure how to reply). However… I’m deciding to shift the focus from what I don’t have to the hopeful changes that are going on in my life. With you as my witness, I’ll try to “stay positive.” But more than that, it’s about having a plan for each day. We are so blessed to have the luxury of time. I want my verbs to reflect the nouns of who I am.

We all seek highs,
whether between the thighs or when eyes align
Purchasing happiness,
shouting ‘til raspiness,
putting a cap on this?
No. I think I’ll just
scratch one more ticket
but then in a blink it’s just gone.
What went wrong?
Along this shallow path of immediate gratification
I try to grasp the happiness of fleeting situations
Tugged by impulses
they slug at my jugular
and suddenly in retrospect things seem uglier 

Fraanch Toast kind of evening.

Listening to Givers while mom makes us french toast. So peaceful and lively. Speckles of cinnamon, vial of vanilla, and lots of lovin’. 

Holy cow, I’ve amassed a bunch of poems! Really. I’m in an illustrative slump but not a literary one. Never wrote this much before… it all started with a little game Rich and I started.
1. Use a website to pick out one verb, one adjective.
2. Give yourself 10 minutes. 
3. Write a kick ass poem!
Since then, I’ve been writing up to three poems a day, not within the confines of the game. 

Friday 10/7, 3:30pm, on the Brown Line

Feet aching, legs chafing, heartbreaking labor. 
Running short on patience,
stopping through these stations
Acting my own age is 
impossible to feign.
Hopefully someday I’ll find
a job that will align my mind
Unfortunately, until that time
I’m stuck- no luck for this glum chump.

Saturday 10/8, 1:20pm, at the barber shop with my grandpa

This glum chump is pumped!
Getting over this hump
with a stroke of luck.
Graphic design and sales in the loop
there’s nothing I can’t do.
Scooping heaps of energy and electricity, oozing positivity.
Sedentary days are numbered
pump this blood, sudden thunder
sounding not of troubles ahead
but the result of movement red.
Dancing colors leave behind 
the monochromatic rotten rind.
It’s harvest time-
celebrate and feel alive.

Poetry is so much fun- more to come! Should I illustrate them? :)

also- 
They Might Be Giants were amazing in concert!! Hallelujah!  

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DEAL!