It’s cool to have people come out to the opening reception of an art show that I’m in. Being in a show gives a sense of accomplishment and appreciation for my art, which is nice. A few people came out to my opening tonight, but of course the list of people who didn’t come is far more telling. If I cared enough to call each one and mention it, I’m certain that every single one would have an excuse as to why they would have loved to come but just couldn’t make it. Even the ones that were sitting on their ass on an instant messenger before it, during it, and after it. But hey, fuck em, right? Right now my best friends are Jody and Togo, because this show could not have come at a better time for me. It got me set back on the road to pursuing my art, which is really where I need to be.
Speaking of art… I started a Book Arts class this week. At this moment the Neanderthals are asking the ever-popular question “What the hell is book arts?”. And well, those people can look it up. Meanwhile, the class is totally cool. I’ve had one class so far and I’m pretty sure it’s going to be awesome. I’ve already learned some new things, and I predict many new art projects in the near future.
Now get your pennies together and come out to ART FOR THE CASH POOR.