
This here work was done in pencil!
I haven't painted in about a month and a half and it's starting to get to me.
I'm tired, and debated with myself whether or not to bother with making the obvious Bush bashing comments, but hey he's our president, and it's like Britney says-ya gotta listen to your president! Over the last couple of days my brain's been mush. Perhaps it's the up coming move (context=wife and I going to Chicago) It seems that tends to be my style when things start getting gritty, shut-down, enact the auto-pilot feature, and freak out later.
But on a good note, my 30th birthday has come and gone sans any sort of "life-crises." A lot of people have asked me whether i've lost my shit and seem dumbfounded when I tell them no. These life markers we set for ourselves can be traps and pretty much result in nothing but high blood pressure and an unnecessary sense of dissapointment. What the hell, I was angst ridden enough as a teenager, why carry that crap over into my adult life. Of course one could argue that i'm still a kid, and quite frankly I wouldn't disagree. So anyways, no deep ruminations here about my life so far. No words of wisdom or clever insights. Just brush your damn teeth, wear comfortable shoes, and look up at the clouds kids, and your ass'll be fine.