all but a single inch

So inspired right now. FINALLY.
SAIC's freshman showcase, ArtBash, is coming up in April and I've
been so stressed out about submitting my proposal and what not. Not
everybody gets a space to show their work, so it gets pretty competitive.
I've come up with a multi medium piece consisting of a video, an installation,
a sculpture and performance. I usually work just in sculpture and printmedia-
SO THIS IS A HUGE JUMP FOR ME and I'm very excited.
I ran all of the details by one of my professors today and she LOVED IT.
i mean LOVED IT.
Cant wait. Now I just have to make it.......
fingers crossed.

Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: 

a premeditated murder of minutes. The 

violence 

comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation

that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. 

So you kill the hour. 

You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. 

If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. 

And when at last it is over, 

there is no evidence:

no weapon, 

no blood,

and no body. 

The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share.

House of Leaves

and now, my dearest. it is red wine time.

xoxoxoxoxo

et

hide and seek

Ashes and FireBy: Ryan Adams

As he stared past the fire,His hunger to leave well it gnawed his poor heart alive,Her skin smelled like black cherry, blossom perfume, the sail boats they all sailed byand a river she cried.
and the wind was suddenly sweeter than Roosevelt pine,The windows broke out and the cigarette smoke was drifting by,The bums on the bowery were swallowed in the lights as cars rumbled by in the nightscreaming run for your life.
With cool and silvery eyes and a heart that was fit for desire, drowned in a river of tears oh a river she cried left her with a heartmade of ashes and fire.
One day there was a silence and it washed through the town,and there was no reason to speak so no one made a sound,her eyes were indigo and the cats were all Calico and the sail boats they all sailed byand a river she cried.
With cool and silvery eyes and a heart that was fit for desire, drowned in a river of tears oh a river she cried left her with a heartmade of ashes and fire.
Ashes and fire, Ashes and fire, Ashes and fire.



Damn.

et

with my head above water

What I found

is strength.

and it feels good

and it even looks good.

Strength in the new black.

missing my chi city </3 still goin' strong in Austin, TX. 

must. make. art. 

et