Sleep schedule, phenomena, and to do list

My routine has been to stay up late and work in studio, on coursework related studies, and to sleep for a four or five hour stint, before morning classes; doing this for a couple days at a time, then crashing for a long sleep which I count as my weekend. Upon hitting the pillow after long stretches of work I tend to crack up in laughter, like I’d pent up joys, or maybe more like I’d gotten away with some villainous thing. I first noticed this behavior in Jacksonville, or maybe preceding in Tallahassee, maybe it’s been there all my life; I think it has. Hitting the pillow and laughing. Maurice Sendak includes in his life story his mother’s account of his laughing as he was delivered. ‘What a wonderful way to come into the world’, he recounts. Sendak saw many dark things, especially in his childhood, childhood is much more acutely life or death. Instinctually one fears the dark, and all that. When I hit the hay I feel like I have cheated, or maybe that it’s that I have earned something, like I am happy because I worked so hard; but that would imply smugness. I’ve thought to curtail this laughter by telling myself that there’s no reason to be smug, and to tell myself to be humble, but I don’t think that’s where the laugh is sowing from; it feels that it’s coming from within. Also, although it coming from within might imply that it has nothing to do with god, but I think it might have. To do with my habitual communion with god. As a kid the idea was introduced (washed in) to me, but god became a concept at some point, and one that I find useful. I think the laugh comes from the feeling of union and engagement with all things. No dread. I’m happy when I make art. 

I slept late today, until 2 or so. I can feel my body healing when I wake up, I think about my body at the fishy service station being cleaned up by little cleaner fishes. I think of my inside knots unknotting. I think of my racing mind discharging into the hassle-free REM cycle. 

The realizations for today are that I do not have to sacrifice a big painting that I thought I had to. The painting might go titled ‘procession’ or something- a 9 by 3.5 foot still life painting. Same goes for an oil painting, I’ll go through the process of painting what I think they need in order to be finished. But the other things I’m thinking about are at least a couple newish ideas. The whole comic book thing has to do with putting many different drawings (a process of confession or oversharing) onto a largish canvas all together. White, oil primed linen, 9 feet by 7, landscape orientation, and oil cartoons in juice thin vandyke brown oil paint. The process is to collage preexisting scans into a larger composition, whereby 200 cartoons will cohabitate a plane, then project those up onto a large prepared surface. The pixelated cartoons will be blurry, so I’ll keep the originals close at hand for reference. This will be a form of enlargement. If the oil cartoons don’t work out, I can wipe them away with a rag or a q-tip. The surface will develop a patina. I can paint into certain images with color, impasto, erasure through white, sanding, etcetera. The painting can balance in an of itself, and the images can be read as confessional spots. I can hang studio-type detritus around the hung work to expand the narrative into ‘real space’. This is very close to Sean Landers’s words on canvas paintings, but better; as I’ll be fucking with images, which tell more and les and less and more. The result will bring into play graffiti, tattoo, I can have words if I want, I can do Graffiti names. I like this Idea; it will be a lot of work. A viewer can stay with this mind-map, getting lost in the nodes, moving quickly or slowly, in a contemplative and museum space. The Ulysses quality, and the romantic/enlightenment relationship will be laid bare. The inexpressible in the space between images, thoughts- independence and interdependence. Okay so that’s one idea. 

Another is to build a rocker for a graffiti piece, and a rail up front. I’m not going to explain this one. It’s also going to be a lot of work- woodwork and some metalwork..

I wanna do the big dog painting, about that old hippie woman who would let me into her house with her Irish wolfhound and her English sheephound when I was young and jogging. It was such a sensual and taboo place, in a ‘stranger’s’ house with these massive dogs- I was flushed with love and adoration, and her house was colorful and earthy. 

The snake painting is a primary concern still. It’s getting into the world of specificities, so I’m looking at it now with its problems in relation to other problems. I know I just need to work on it. It’s complicated. We’ll make it. 

I have this big charcoal sketch of a nude girl who was a muse (how embarrassing to participate in such an artist trope!) of mine for a while. I kind of owe it to her to finish the painting, but also at this point the whole thing means something else. I want to do this painting. I like the sketch. Everything’s oversized, her boobs will be huge. 

I wanna build panel for some paintings I have floating around in my studio. PAFA’s open studios night is coming up on February 8th, and I want to have a little show that looks like I’m in control of things, which I am. Now it’s time to show that. Annual Student Exhibition is on May 10th, and that is kind of like when my life is ending in a way. I’m going to weigh everything against that, the largest opening I’ve had. 

Tonight I would like to take a nap, go to the computer lab and mock up the cartoon collage, and watch two dvds of artist talks, work on my acrylic paintings. Do some 3d modeling. Do some video editing. . Apply for the ASE. . . These are vague. . I’m gong to write a little more in a notebook so for this blog list, that’s it for now. 

Switched class

Switched out of Ecorche class in exchange for 3D printing.

Rob Roesch’s Continuing Education section of 3D printing didn’t run. I found this out on the morning wher I had overslept and missed more than half of my Ecorche class. I cut losses and didn’t go at all, because John Horn is a slow teacher and I was aware that on this day the class would only be constructing a rib cage. I went down to the third floor where the vending machine coffee is, and got some synthetic joe, and popped y head into the CE office with an inquisitive thumbs up or thumbs down. The guy in the far office, behind a glass wall returned my gesture with a thumbs down- the class would not be running. With a flood of intuition I went straight to the bursar and asked to switch into the 3D class. Thereby I relieved myself the absence (and I’d already taken Ecorche with John Horn in the summer), and maintain my credit hours, while taking an interesting and useful course, taught by someone I highly respect, and that might pay in the way of politicking. I’ll also receive some money back from the CE department as a refund. Life’s good.

One day into Spring Semester, Maybe 1-10-19 or so

Another video Idea: one in which I take a pill (melatonin) and go to sleep and then the shot is either in the morning or at night, a rotoscope (consider a dream sequence, like moby plays starlit sky) of a god figure, much larger in scale or maybe just a hand pressing down on me. Or like a big person dancing on my back. Something like that. 

The school has been okay over. He past couple days. I worked last night til midnight in bed. I got some good work done and some reading too. Winter break was hard to consider a break, as I had internet the whole time, and that’s where my time went. However, at home, I do not ahve internet, and it opens up the possibilities for me for the person I more want to be- that one who is well read, and has many ideas. I drew some ideas last night. One was straight from a book on Francis Bacon by Giles Deluze, when Jesus is a kind of kite up in the sky. Without seeing the painting he was referencing in his writing (or lookingit up) the image I got from the text was so fun. I put it down. Christ is on the cross, about fourth feet in the air over seaside grasses. A beach exists in the background, and waves and an ocean. Christ’s cross has been tethered to a steak (like one which has nailed him to the cross), driven into the ground, so within the composition, he is alone up there. Has the kite flyer gone to lunch? Do actors have sex for real in movies? I can’t think of a specific scene, but I imagine the answer is sometimes. A quote from a Modest Mouse song goes ‘wake up early and you’ll live to regret it’. Often when I wake early, and know I have the choice to seize the day I choose to defer. This morning I clocked in waking up at 10:30, not bad. I’m concerned abut school. This last semester is going to be the hardest I have faced I think. Last night I stretched my knees for ten minutes before bed, and they feel way better. My physical health weighs into it, I’m in pain on these concrete floors. I’m also running low on money. I’m going to switch to my credit card, much to my dislike, as I have the money. I think I’ll order a debit card from the same company that I have the credit card with, so I don’t get interest payments or late fees. I’ve been masturbating to level me out. I’ll probably get off it soon enough to get some edge back. Our school is full of girls. They’re usually 80% of the class makeup. I like school. I’m already ready for this semester to be over. It seems frivolous in a way. I’m getting senioritis maybe. Digital moving images class is going to be hard. First class was on Thursday and it was clear there was going to be a lot of reading, and learning a handful of unfamiliar programs, and a lot of tutorial work. This is one of those classes that could swallow the other courses, or swallow my studio practice. I can’t wait to be done with this snake piece. It’s looking kind of good. I do have to fix the drawing of the snake up. Other than that, I don’t know. I might have to fuck around with a photo of it in Procreate. I have a joint I haven’t smoked. I meant to smoke it towards the end of last semester, but didn’t find the time to. Maybe tonight; I could use a soft reset. This first week I have classes every morning except Monday morning (which I intend to spend painting on the snake, after sleeping in the studio with it), three meetings with critics, hang a show, and two other meetings. Monday I will work on the snake from early morning to lunchtime, then go to an Annual Student Exhibition meeting over lunch, then go to Moving Images Motion class, then work on a moving images project, maybe taking a walk and getting more footage, maybe (probably) sticking around and futzing around on a library computer to learn the software, checking out a library laptop in the library. I’ve got a crit with Sarah at 4:30 that day too. Tuesday I’ll have a morning class in the cast hall, lunchtime hang a show, afternoon meeting-type class, evening sculpture session. Wednesday morning class on 4th floor likely, crit with Jan Baltzell, lunchtime meeting about Draw A Thon, afternoon class. Thursday morning class, crit with Clint, afternoon class, portrait club. Friday morning class, afternoon sculpture session, go home. This semester is going to hurt me. At the end of it, it’s my senior show. Okay, that brings us back to the snake painting. This Saturday (today) I hope to put in some hours, in the day time. Maybe I’ll go home afterwards, I don’t know. I’ve got to be smart, I mean, really at this point I just have to keep painting, fixing things. It’s on its way. I kind of do know what to do on it. It has to do with rendering out the bottom third, then sweeping again upward. The concentration detail wise should be at the bottom, so the painting holds its own when walked up to and gives and gives with how it’s painted. Maybe I could switch to oil for the stone pavers, thinking because the little flecked rocks would be more of a pain to do in acrylic. Acrylic is much more exacting, and oil is like a cheater’s medium- smudge and it looks intentional or good. I should also sand some ares of the painting, thinking of around the snake and a little in the background, to open up the surface again. It’s that time in the painting for some drawing attention and whole surface TLC (tender love & care). Today’s work will be of the workshop, and hopefully a genius shows up tomorrow. 

Dear Critics

Dear Critics. 

It’s now July 21st. I’m thinking about how nice it is to sleep in. And how this nowhere land is more like what it will be like to be an artist than the cut and grind of school, long term. That said, I like being in school, with the sleep deprivation and the madness and the social gauntlets, and the structure. I made this painting last semester called ‘convenient time to have an opinion’, where I wanted to paint the phrase from observation. After debating in my mind what font to use as source imagery for this paint-from-observation project, I wrote it down on a paper as a to do list and decided I would paint from that instead. I made a painting from observation of the phrase “convenient time to have an opinion’, based from my own written version of it. THe painting was not that good, and I felt silly while doing it. I was trying hard for concept. The idea was that it’s silly to assume that truth comes comes on schedule in regards to a BFA degree, and thus we fill in the gap with a timely facsimile to get us by. 

Every so often I sleep in and sometimes when I do that I have this kind of fever-dream thing where I conceptualize a ‘piece’ and kind of in my REM state wiggle and writhe around in my sheets (though I don’t sleep with sheets, so, blanket statement), imagining I’m creating something in a state like flow. I remember a decent amount of these and sometimes put them to paper in the form of sketches for another time. I wonder if this terminal year of PAFA is a good time. I like miniatures, in their photograph-like clarity. Thus an illustration Idea being sculpted and photographed appeals to me, and likewise rotoscoping. Some of these art ideas come too when I meditate, or lay on my back before going to sleep. Sometimes I draw these ideas, though my vision is usually not satisfied in drawing ends, it’s just a way to put it down and visualize it for later. 

I had this idea to get people to write me directions to their houses, so that I could get the cerebro-visual experience of imagining the way there; wether it was my tentative trip or imagining their daily trip. Wherefrom do we begin imagining someone else’s experience? I got into going by Kemeys at some point, as otherwise it was an inert middle name to me. I was 22 years old, and I felt that I WAS Kemeys. This was clear to me. What was unclear to me from that point on was what Kemeys was, so it was kind of a reversal, so I set forth on my journey, and did some stuff that I’m embarrassed of, and even when doing it I was embarrassed of myself for my future self’s sake, and I think I’m not alone in this. It’s guilt, (front-loaded, as if an audience already exists- it’s young fame- mistakes). But anyway, I began this commitment one way or another, and over time I’m involved (at least that) and participating in the becoming of self that I call Kemeys. I used to be called Robbie, btw. Um. . So . . I went to some therapy over the summer and we got into family, and I drew some of my family and some memories of mine, and it was awesome. I learned that my dad was scared of lightning and drew something along those lines, and talked to him about doing a picture of his getting stabbed (a story I thought I had in my mind) and was corrected on the details. Turns out, he didn’t get stabbed, but rather his friend did while my dad ran the other way- something which my dad feels bad about to this day. I drew my grandpa reverse cowgirling in a toilet, because I knew that’s how he peed, and when I showed my grandma, she enlightened me to his condition- he had a hole at the base of his penis, which made for otherwise messy bathroom breaks. My father’s lightning phobia idea, when I pitched it to my dad was aided by visual fodder in the form of setting and ages of he and his buddies. My dad watched his friend die under an oak tree in North Carolina as it got hit by a lightning bolt as a storm rolled in. This is along the lines of painting I’m thinking of pursuing. It could be in form of graphic novel/ sequential illustrations or stop motion, or film, rotoscope, painting, sculpting, printmaking you name it. I’m thinking ‘assumptions’ captures something along the lines. Assumption landscapes, assumptive visions, or memories. The projections we make memories from. For example; I have been listening to Ulysses on audiobooks this summer and my dream landscapes have a heavy Dublin influence. I have never been to Dublin. What would a Dublin landscape be to someone who has not been- and part of my answer is maybe better for having not gone, maybe not. 

I like the poetry of Dylan Thomas; so colorful. This would be good fodder for paintings. 

I love the visuals made in The Warrior Song of King Geysar, and I’ve long since made a fantasy of pursuing paintings based on excerpts from it. 

Same goes for the Snow Leopard book. 

Da da da. That’s most of what I’ve got for now. Thank you for your time. 

I wanted to write something to you / for you that we could get started, but also that wouldn’t waste your/our time, and also opened doors without shutting others. 

Here’s hoping for a clear and productive semester. Thanks again. 

RKG 

After School

The following collection of ‘after school’ plans represent those ideas which I rehearse and revisit; that is to say these are daydreams. 

List: 

Visit Ephram Wolff on Vaschon Island and make intaglio with him

Visit David Byrne in New York

Produce stickers for sale 

Produce a digital sticker pack for facebook

Postcards for SCBWI eligibility

Cartooning career

Design enclosures for aquarium 

Do stage design 

Work for Hollywood scenic painting.  Connection- Dennis family’s friend Jane??

Work for D4 productions.. New Jersey Daryl, met at Balet X in Philly 

Work for mural production in Brooklyn through Franco’s Spanish friend. 

‘’ ‘’ through that company.. craigslist. Big wall i

Go to France to chill with lawyer John. Do the nudist colony for a couple weeks in Nice 

Go to Paris- hit up M law school about the artist arrondissement live there as a gleaner for a while- 4 months. Squatter

Hit up Taz. Live with his roving band or chill - tap in to that for a while. Ride trains 

Hit up Maine sustainable farm near Deer Isle.  Do a season’s work harvesting with them. 

Do a woofing program. Work on a farm in Chile, or one in California 

Take a class on Ulysses. 

Take German classes In Philly 

Go to grad school for painting in the Midwest after spending some time on the west coast. 

Buy a big nice printer to make a production of zines and such. Compile a mailing list though excel, physical and digital. 

Design Shirts and print and sell through a distributor.  

Apply for artist in residencies; especially for the national parks service and for institutions I’ve been in contact with prior. FSU, Haystack, outside of philly college Haverford, Cork, that one in Ireland that Shils was in.. 

Do the 100 paintings/ 100 square feet/ 100 days project. Make a book out of it

Live as a homeless person with a bank account- voluntarily. Making a painting busk show, selling works and prints for price points- especially from found objects- scissors, glue, twine, rubber bands, and detritus. A little bell I could ring with my foot would be a plus, like a Salvation Army worker.

Make a portrait series of homeless people ala prima, to hand over to them upon completion, for them to sell. Or keep? 

Make Plein air paintings in a public location to sell to tourists and or connoisseurs. Paint every day in the park for six to eight hours, with a small display of paintings arranged at the feet. Maybe two paintings a day. Or one. 

Make Plein air paintings in specific locations- memorizing the place as a motif, to ensure travel spots as income spots. I.e. memorize the city hall of Philadelphia, then the Grand Canyon. Paint them like cheap tourist paintings. 

Paint Florida landscapes like the Florida highway men, and busk on the side of the road as the new Florida highway men. Get some friends to join- recruit. Make an LLC and do as the highway men did. 

Situated self in the park as a portrait painter. Do half-hour alaprima portraits in acrylic gouache.. or oil- package them as to ensure their lasting. Also consider bringing a camera or scanner out there, for documentation of each picture 

Get a studio in a cheap town like Jacksonville, and hide away. No internet connection. 

Make a splashy zine to bid for attention from companies of a specific field- design work- and attend an international conference of such industry. Hand out zines as a sampler to your styles with a mention of ‘for hire’

Contact Aaron Brown and gf about production mural painting in west coast. Paint big walls through companies like she does, for billabong and all that. 

Hit up John from Jacksonville about production mural painting including through the companies he paints through, and also firehouse subs. 

Apply to open calls for mural like Cosby, with Cosby. Try to get on those big walls. 

Do the construction site project- where  you rent  a house in a town like Sarasota, then sign a liability waiver to a construction company, then wear a hard hat and hang out on site, using waste from the site to make improvisational sculptures and paintings. Comment on sponsored redlining, forced infrastructure through greed of local governments, and formalism in relation to homogeneity in relation to imperialism, capitalism, etc. 

Marry and get in touch with true nature- true love by the touch. Her touch is like death. Sex is so great. Marry and never question her. Let her swing but also give her tons of dick. Have babies. 

Marry and have babies and homestead somewhere in tick country. Level out and grow strong in forestry skills. Fuck the shit out of her and have babies. 

Marry and live a secluded life in the countryside near her family and paint conservatively and be cool about her paintings being better, and try to be proactive about getting her discovered, in addition to doing the same for yourself. 

Marry and have a babies and live wherever and treat her with reverence and respect 

Record a few albums using that tongue dum and fish out those old spoken word recordings and apply them and live record drums over top. Also, use a loop pedal and do some shows with the arrangements. Organize a tour. 

Live a residency period on a House boat- house-sitting as a residency. Organize a show from the works. 

Live somewhere near an ice lake, and learn to respirate in extreme conditions. 

Do a tour of horse paintings, going from place to place ranch to ranch painting horses, selling and squatting. 

Ditto yacht paintings

Do a tour of water tower paintings. Paint towns water towers after research about the locale.

Hit up crystal River for the big town wall for a mural 

Hit up captain Tim for that other mural, as well as the owners of Pete’s Pier for the back wall animal series paintings. 

Hit up the town of Palatka, FL which does historic murals and try to get a wall in that town 

Hit up same deal in that cow-town in northern New York State. Bovina. 

Also hit up the whale painter in Hawaii and go to him as an apprentice/associate/colleague. Wyland

Do some work for that artist you helped move in Brooklyn - that woman. That once. . 

Do more mural work for WTMA gym in Tallahassee 

Do a series of woodcuts for resale of Pennsylvania scenes with labor sourced from homeless populations through the shelters. Surely they’ve gotten propositions like this before. 

Paint more for Pyramid Inc. in Tallahassee. 

Do compassionate work with old people- workshops, nursing homes, or likewise. 

Do residencies in in- between spaces like Diane Collins and live in places being rehabbed. She’s living and working in a studio in an old hospital now.

Read read read read read read read 

Write zine about my education as an artist thus far and publish it a little painting book. To be revisited of course when I’m old and still doing it. 

Go back through Tallahassee and mentor Graffiti kids 

Alas a lot of these ideas are things I’ve heard of other people doing. 

Disappear to some place out west and live out of town, unknown and in hermitage- coming in for essentials- The Walden’s Pond plan. 

Do a massive collage residency at my Grammy’s house upon her death. Living in the house and processing all of the imagery through collage.  Likewise selling some of the valuable posters could be useful for money. 

Do a still life residency at Grammy’s house before she dies. Three weeks six -to - ten hour painting days medium and mid-large scale works. 

Do the directions home zine project in total. Bugaboo 

Sit quietly in my room in west Philly and pencil and ink and scan and print and assemble and scan and print comics zines without WiFi while working at a cafe or something four days a week. Live a meager life- super routine, while working on batched off days- try to narrow it to three days a week. Do this for a few years. Don’t let the popularity fool you, manipulate or play into your product or production. The outside influence will only weaken the work. Make something wicked but so thoroughly round. Read Moby Dick and Ulysses for inspiration or lattice. esp Moby Dick as it relates to Philip Guston 

Become a terrorist, disrupting the structures of capitalism for ecological relief. Ie dig up roads. Hurt trade. 

Buy properties and become a slum lord. 

Go to Detroit and fix up a home through the fix-to-own government programs. Invest time and energies in urban farming. 

In Detroit likewise get a houseboat and homestead it, fixing it up and waiting for ROI for thirty years like the Amsterdam canal houses. 

The hip hop animation. Art history graffiti beefing cross out names. . 

Residency at my mother’s beach condo in Panama City. Focusing on painting the sand dunes alaprima. Publish through the local newspaper, and put into a gallery in Destin or Mexico Beach. Ditto Sanibel Island and Captiva- target rich buyers with supremely good landscape paintings. 

Ditto Donna’s house- paintings of the lake, and or paintings from the Crystal Rivers springs. Frame up for the Franklin Anderson Gallery

Paint the side of that frame shop- landscape style in Crystal River. Mural. They want it. Little money. 

Paint the City of Crystal River City Hall- they want it. I’ve already designed the wall, and gotten approval, just no finance or guarantees of permanence. 

Residency at Eula’s house. Make paintings in an upstairs studio. . Of what I don’t know.

Go back to Europe and hike with a tent. Do backpacking Europe in a less yuppie way. 

Go to China and make ‘authentic’ American Abstract Expressionist work. Basically troll the westernization. Make a bunch of money out there. 

Hit up all sexual prospects and see if I can’t get laid. Roll the dice. 

Go on a sex tour where I woo and impregnate many women in one big sweep. Figure out the rest later. 

Hit up that dude Daniel McClendon in Asheville NC and see if he’ll give me the business he’s built, if he’s ready to tap out. 

Become a guard or a docent at the PMA, or ticket sales. Same goes for ICA, though I super doubt they would hire a SWM. 

Develop an art criticism column and write about and for friends. 

Do a video series over time, (daily for eight years) about studio life through which I could share my journey and process. Stay humble and build a community 

Go to grad school at Yale for painting and get to the center of post-modern painting rhetoric 

Wake up early and pencil and ink something each day & post- something responsible. Early Bird. 

Make a line of 3D vinyl toy models for distribution via those toy shops. 

Walk into the offices of high level interior designers and propose murals, privately commissioned. Be their in-house mural painter for kids’ bedrooms, etc. 

Get the best printer you can find

Flood the internet with my imagery and email (especially marinas?) offers for big walls. 

Snail mail Marinas a small portfolio and a business card with a small concise statement about why painting Marinas is important/inspiring to me. 

“ “ sports stores. Sports stores want big. Murals of athletes running across their walls. 

Trader Joe’s. Be a signage guy, or a mural tech. Be an art director. 

Do signs for Home Depot and work in the paint department. Do signage and work on calligraphy. 

Do/Finish painting of American Opossums for Sheila in Crystal River

Do/finish portrait of Bob and his wife Berger. Sitting in chair in front of them, hoping it turns out. In person. 

100.)Do animal paintings for auction sales to raise money for animal rescues ( I don’t like this as money is an abstract concept tied with a system. Exposure is better than money for the welfare of the animals in this regard. It would be a good thing do to maybe with prints or something though.)

Paint backgrounds for zoos (Sarasota Jungle Gardens, Big Cat, Botanical Gardens). 

Portrait of Cowboy

Portrait of Willie Rose

Collabo with John Collazos. Partnership with him and Cosby

Do the mural Circuit that Cosby has seemingly tapped into. 

Portrait of Emma Ballantine

Portrait of Yaffa

Yaffa’s Illustrations turn over in pencil

Apply for Vermont residency 

Apply for Skowhegan 

Apply for Cranbrook for visual arts and creative writing MFA

Hang out in the PAFA library each day and look at each picture in the entire catalogue- cover to cover each book and make a few copies a day. 

Hang out in the public library each day and look up and read about the most vile things you can think of on public computers and in books

Work on a mushroom farm

Clear up that license plate charge with the City of Jacksonville

Travel and camp with a tow-behind trailer; doing pleinair paintings along the way, and stashing them to dry and selling them in the town centers when I come across them. Business cards. 

Hit up Amsterdam connections and have a show (Edwin Suer). “ ” Wynwood guy.

Paint Florida Nature that would sell in Franklin Anderson Gallery, and pitch to Karen. 

Pet portraits. 

Hoof it and get a few walls in Philadelphia under control, then paint them with Cosby. Cosby wants to do some walls in Philadelphia. 

Visit Beehive Collective (again). Maybe for their Black Fly Ball; or even better, winter with them working shipping and reading through their library. 

Illustrate (dedicate one whole sketchbook to- for starters,inked) for the New Yorker (spots) and submit to the art director there. 

Contact those in Maine to go in on a punk house with. 

Do tiny pieces graffiti, and get internet famous off them, and vie for bigger walls based on the smaller designs. You’re a great graffiti writer, just there’s little incentive, and it’s so expensive. Use the little pieces like a laboratory, and even sell the little fine art pieces on found objects, or on more creative surfaces. 

Apply to many shows to try to get known. 

Become an expat in Columbia. Hit up that teacher from MXDF. 

Mom sees me as being the foremost artist in the world; creating our generation’s smiley face, or our generations ‘keep on trucking’. Being multidisciplinary and entrepreneurial. Do that.  

Become and expat somewhere very cheap. Huddle up some money and live off it for a year or two. 

Hike the ACT or the PCT through. 

Go to LA to carve out a living. 

Go to NYC to carve out a living. 

Make One Hundred Perfect Days zine

Make Mural Proposals Look Book Zine

Make Couch Paintings Zine

Make Exhibition Walls Zine

Caged Animals Zine with essay about containment

Mind Mapping Zine

My Education Zine

Make sealed room video from imagination from childhood

Finish up that big painting of Lexi 

Do that other painting of Lexi

Invite Lexi to Philadelphia 

Do a residency at a botanical garden, a series of watercolor paintings to be turned into postcards and to be sold in the gift shop. 

Collabo with Cami on that children’s book

3D model and bundle files of printable  reinterpretations of old motifs. Sell bundle. Entrepreneurialism.

Hang a sequel to the cigarettes show in Jacksonville. 

Hang a 666 serpents show, with large paintings. 

Make a book of collected clouds. Like Craphound zine. Downloadable pdf that shit. 

Downloadable pdf larger bodies of work and consider putting it behind paywalls. 

150.TEFL in Japan 

Residency at Jessica Glass and David’s sheep farm in Hartford Connecticut 

Apply for Peace Corps and do two years in Mozambique 

Work doing video production for a state department in house animations and editing. 

Work doing stop motion and miniatures building in a studio like moonbot, or see what the people who did that film Max and Sarah? That Asperger’s syndrome film. See what they’re up to. 

Make a series of figurines like precious moments about dilemma, dread polemic, etc. and mould them and produce them. 

Come up with an llc., a marketing plan, and research (for outsourcing and distribution), and build an understanding of networks (distribution and management) for a takeover 

Work for Hallmark 

Do a series of underwater paintings and merchandise them

Design a handful of murals for pollution awareness and pitch and install or just illegally install

Go to a place like where you dream about. I’m thinking Cranbrook. 

Do album covers and band merchandise and band posters. Focus on musicians and visuals, and be in a band. 

Be a drummer for a handful of bands and work a job to get by. 

Do sex murals for nightclubs. Like to go go club in Berlin. Black light art erotica. 

Spend a winter in Alaska in seclusion