Quantify The Night
Friday, December 4th, 2009…and times it by two. And then divide it by i, the non-existent number/factor determined by how many flakes of skin on a square inch of your belly.
That’s what morning feels like. Shrouded in fog, lost, the colors are fighting to boast but fail.
AND: dunno if you noticed, but it’s cold. To the point of icicles forming on nose hairs.
Last night, I went to free Thursday artwalk in DT Seattle. On the wrong way to the Seattle Art Museum, Tara and I discovered a gallery packed with talented local artists– illustrators who meet at Cafe Racer at 6:00 pm on Wednesdays. It was a wonderfully inspiring gallery, with a diverse set of styles and genres…
Inspiration-be-damned, though, as soon as I build up enough creative juice and gumption to put it to use, work converges on all sides of me and I get swamped with all these small insignificant errands (haha: like finals). Whatever.
In the meantime, check out the new addition:
Happy Happy Joi Joi
for more drawings, collages, etc.
Gracieee
