I received lavender sweat pjs as an xmas gift this year. i am wearing them now. the top is oversized (looks AWESOME on me!) and fleece-like. This is true. Really. the pants are tapered like sweat pants with elastic at the bottom.
So, besides the surprise drive from chicago to des moines with 3 other people and a dog in the backseat through black fog i got a special gift at my parents house (among many). i will make this short. in the middle of dinner arthur's mom and dad told me about a certain des moines relic maker they had met at a party or something and how they had solicited advice for me from this person about my career. then they proceeded to give me said advice. they said I could even email this person!!! i do not respect this person (the relic-maker) one iota. HACK. BAD. but somehow, in the stress of the holidays, the comments got to me. i think the only way i will be valid in their eyes for me to have a giant store where I decorate log furniture, chess-sets, and bird houses. or if i get into a gallery in the mall in omaha or a corporate art collection in waterloo, iowa. i know they are well meaning but this kind of thing can push me over the edge. which it did. am i that much of a failure seeming? UGH. don't respond. i know it is not that dire & the fb has recovered to normalness now.
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see sticks.com for an example of awesome artwork that i can only aspire to!!!
i love the martini tables. this work is fun and fanciful and good for families to cherish. love = laughter
I feel you fb, and the best part about this kind of bullshit is that it keeps on shitting on you way later. I hope you can shake it asap.
this shit ALWAYS happens to me too. i think my parents' proudest moment was when i designed a dale earnhardt woven sofa throw that made it to wal-mart.
it's just part of the torture that is our lives. don't let it get you down fb.
p.s. the sweats sound really awful! cool!
Fairy, I know it ain't right to look a gift horse in the mouth, but next time you must ask them for STIRRUP pants. Just sayin'...
p.s. mama sloth is always saying that my work would "make a good quilt." YEAH!!! (stabbing self with exacto blade)
Hey FB, I am lucky that my mom is so self-centered, she couldn't waste any precious time worrying about my art career, although having an edition of work in Walmart might go over well. But she did say to me over xmas that she needed a painting for over the T.V.: "You know, something real, not that modern stuff." (with a wave of her hand and a grimace)
hi FB.
Please don't aspire to sticks.com. There can be only one. Thank god there is only one.
I am starting a petition to boycott family gatherings on Christmas. If they must happen then there should be some law enacted establishing what can be discussed. I turned off my cellphone on christmas day and it has been off since.
When do you get come home?
Big fish small pond. If you moved to DM and said you were an established NYC artist the richer smfs of the nicer burbs would swoon for your stuff even if it was shrinky dinks and leaves pressed between layers of wax paper (don't even think of stealing that I WILL SUE!). At any rate, if the holidaze is getting a bit think is it always best to pour another glass of red and practice being a "listener". : )
Glad you kids made it home ok, it wasn't until I returned yesterday that I learned of the US travel probs. everyone is/was having. I am happy to see the sun for the 1st time in a week on my return (in London the "sun rose" at 8am and set at 3pm- but never broke through the clouds). Anyone thinking of departing JFK on Delta international, for the love of god don't do it. It felt like triage in a war zone. Happy Holidaze.
oh, forgot...saw some fake tanned people in white j-lo sweat outfits with their waistbands turned down so you could see their g-strings on my flight. Just something for you to ass-pire to.
After reviewing the sticks site I settled on this comment found on most product pages. I found it to be profound:
"Log sizes and
shapes will vary."
If this photo thing doesn't pan out I am seriously thinking of moving back home and getting rich off of found driftwood.
mommy finds it perceptive and helpful to say things like"I think I see something that looks like a dog,doesnt it look like a dog?",in my paintings-she comments brilliantly on how Georgias flowers look like...you guessed it-baginas-
hi. thanks for the comments. it makes me feel better that i am not the only one punished with comments like this. we were talking about this last night and some friends are convinced that if you have any kind of visual job than people feel like they 'can' make these kinds of assertions, unsolicited advices, etc. if i were a medical doctor would I get this kind of advice? even a writer?
i am glad i am home. the unsafe part of the holidaze is behind me. must maintain good attitude. must maintain good attitude.
now i must begin to realign myself with goals and such. forward motions. productivity.
fb, you are my hero.
My parents thought I was pretty much pissing my life away until I got my book published. I thought at that point that I had finally won their respect, but I think that went away since they realized that it didn't turn me into a celebrity. Now that I'm back to the occasional published article every month or so, which is really more representative of the average writer's career, I think they believe that I squandered my fame and fortune. In other words, they have no idea how touch-and-go it is to try and keep an artisitc career afloat. They believe that once you get that book published or sell your first painting, then it's all Beatlemania for you from that point on.
If you have non-creative parents (that is to say parents who are not artists), I think the only way that they can comprehend "worth" when it comes to creative endeavors is if you get some kind of very obvious commercial validation for your efforts. Having a shop that can pay its rent is such a validation. Making artwork that you're happy with that sells sporadically is not. Whatever you get out of it on a purely artistic level doesn't "count," no matter how artistically succesful your efforts are.
Wow, this turned into a small novel, didn't it?
Hi FB!!
I love lavender sweat suits. I had one in differing shades my entire childhood and even up until I had a gf who threw all sweatsuits away in my early twenties. I still harbor love for them though. You should feel proud. I also thought of you because i looked at an apt in the Bush today...
ps- did you fill up your tank at a Kum N' Go in Iowa?
hi gaylord and daiel! gaylord, is the rehab center open today. i am ready to check myself in but be forewarned - any wham related videos or music make me violent.
2007. sigh.
sorry for the delay- yup, we're open, this is our busiest time of year. people really take the family/holiday combo like a left hook and undercut to the chin, ending in a KO. if ya know what i mean. we will make sure you are not in a bed near George Michael, no worries, girl.
just wear those lavender sweats and you'll be on the road to recovery.
(why does everyone have such a problem with Wham?)
I call "Kum N' Go"
Ejaculate and Evacuate.
Just sayin'
Happy New Year!
during my short tenure in iowa City, i tried to open a gas/minimart competitor for Kum 'n Go called Stay 'n Cuddle. I wanted it to be staffed by ladies in appliqued sweatshirts with mock turtlenecks underneath and high-riddin' jeans. I presented it to investors, but no go. have an ideas where i went wrong as natives of the area?
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