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So I've reached a strange moment in my kind of art-professional life. For one, I've started to DO stuff again. Ever since sophomore year -- the year I switched majors -- I told myself that once I graduated I would start to build a real portfolio I could start sending people....(more)

I've spent the morning listening to David Sedaris and doing a painting for Dani. She has mentioned in sincere passing that one strange thing about Anthony leaving her home in August will be the lack of my art on the walls, as these were all gifts for him. Her birthday was Thursday and we are celebrating by going bowling today. I won't take it with us. Instead I will leave it at her house for her to find later. Dani's sister's birthday was the same day, and she (the sister) is throwing the bowling bash for us. I don't want to insult her by not getting her anything, despite the fact that I barely know her.

Anthony will no doubt be heartened by this, both in terms of my fulfilling a painting goal -- which has been rare for me in the last few years -- but more to the point, by the mere fact that I was painting. In his mind time has no meaning, and despite the fact that my mother arrives with the uhaul in nine days he still seems to think the majority of my time should be spent where I really want to be: partaking in the leisure that was robbed of me during my four years of school. It's a romantic notion but unrealistic. He'll call while on break at work and I will mention that I'm at home.

"Painting?" he asks knowingly.
"Packing," I correct him.
"Right..." he muses for a moment, but it's as though his brain simply skips over the very real pending seperation. "Too bad there's no painting, huh?"

I hope to alleviate this problem by packing up the art room first, and had waited until this moment only because I knew I wanted to make something for Dani.

I am going to graduate in three days.
I am moving to Portland in about twenty days.

What that means is that here pretty soon I'll be able to to art again. Amazing, no?

I am actually in the process of designing a studio space for my new place, which should be magnificent, because it means I won't have to tuck away my collage stuff, pack up my paints, nor put aside my pencils so that I can use the desk for a paper, because in fact: no more papers! Not those kind, any way. I will have desk space / wall space designated for each of these things.

Hell. Yes.

Did you know I have an art blog?
I have an art blog!

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It only just started, so there isn't a WHOLE lot. But some.