Summer Splash Show

I showed some small works at Cork this saturday with some friends. 

The show went well I thought. The only people that showed up were some of the artists and a few girlfriends. It was a very punk rock show in that regard. We played music and talked and drew. I gave away three paintings to friends, and a few copies of my zine. 

The Cork East Gallery- Summer Splash Show

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Facebook

I've just deleted my Facebook account. Everything is fine. I feel wonderful. If you need to contact me, please do so through my cell at 850 445 9541. Thank you.

Titusville

I went down to Titusville to visit with my mother and grandmother today- That was nice. My grandmother is very intelligent and loves to share her joy and knowledge. While driving around tow in my mom's car, the three of us pulled in to my grandmother's church, where I'd planted an orange tree. I walked around the side of the building alone and paid the tree a visit. It felt wonderful to be with the tree. I pruned it back, as it was feeling overconfident (or stressed) in it's new environment and had begun producing fruits.

This blog has become somewhat of a stagnant checklist of my daily going's on. Like a logbook.

Anyway, I've dealt with six different cops this week. All of them were rude, dogmatic, and presumptuous.

I am very tired, as I have taken to the 'night shift' here at CoRK.

Summer Splash

Today my friends and I showed our artwork publicly in CoRK East. The show went over relatively well- there was enough art in terms of wall to painting ratio, though some of the quality of presentation was weak. Also, the bottom fell out beginning in the morning, we had periodic rain showers throughout the day. I slept through four hours of the opening. I had not slept in preparation for the event, my sleep schedule remains untethered. I enjoyed showing my work. I hung five paintings at a time. I met Jess, Cassia, and John early in the afternoon. Cassia told me that one of my paintings was her favorite. I told her that she should take it home with her. She asked how much I wanted for it. I told her what was important was that she have her painting. She took out what I later found to be thirty five dollars and handed it to me. "I feel like I should pay more", she said.

I'm happy that she has her painting.