I’m nervous for no particular reason. There is a lot of change happening in my life right now and its wonderful and terrifying all at once. I am becoming more popular than I ever thought as an artist and I am humbled and sometimes in tears about how much people love and want to own my personal art pieces. At other times I am honored that people want to talk to me about what I am passionate about. It’s an amazing feeling.
On another plane of existence, very much parallel to this one, I am graduating in the coming month and I applied for a job at the art museum and I have so much potential and I hope they will see that. I love what I do and I love art so much, I love sculpture, I love making. I want to share that with people and I want to be immersed in this world of art. Getting this job at the museum would mean so much to me and I know I would be happy installing 50 pound sculptures and giving care in installing even the most delicate of works. I’d be so happy and I hope they can hear that in at least my cover letter.
AH I’M JUST SO EMOTIONAL LATELY. There’s just so much going on. Please wish me luck on my endeavors, I have the talent but I need believers to know I can keep on my path. The support of friends is everything to me. I love you guys <3
Dear all the porn blogs who keep following me,
All your 🍆 and 🍑 won’t make me want to follow you back. Just sayin.
Good day to you sir or madam.
I’m really pissed off that the plaster room is locked. This is the first time in my history in this school that that room has ever been locked. I HAVE SHIT TO DO DAMN IT!
When every sentence I write about giraffes ends with an exclamation point! You know I’m very enthusiastic about them!
Bought wine to have at Easter dinner. Forget and don’t drink any of it. Opps.