making the most of it
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yamamanama48 days until the Vernal Equinox
I can't think of too many names that start with J. Probably Jessica, probably Jen or Jill, maybe Julianne or Julie or a variation, maybe Jade, probably not Jane or Josephine. Jenna, Joanna, I don't know.
Alexandria, an artist and artist's model, told me a story about how once an artist sold a portrait of someone and he called the person in the portrait to tell her that there's a painting of her in some guy's house.
There were a bunch of Peruvians at some model UN thing. I'm sure that's the reason for the delay when I was going home. Someone's like "go banana" and someone else is like "go, grapefruit! come on, grapefruit!" and the conductor gets grapefruit juice in his eyes and the train falls into the river and they wash up on the Harbor Islands. Messing up the track, of course.
There was a woman with sea blue hair.
A woman was drawing Achilles' Shield with highlighters. The colors were a bit off but it was still really cool.
I left around the time Marilyn arrived to look at time.
There was a woman with pale green wavy Terra Branford hair and a blue hat arriving at the moment I was leaving.
Here are some other ways of looking at time:
I remember being three years old. The vastness of the stairs. The forever-continuity and the unfathomability of this is a little space. It was a castle. It gave me nightmares. I couldn't get to my mother. It was Nov 1997.
and
I experience time through photographs. I'm lucky enough to be born in the age of technology. So every year I've aged has been documented. I can look back. Maybe I remember, maybe I don't, but it helps.
Mariah and Sam spent most of the train ride discussing hair colors. They're artists; I could tell Mariah was an artist because her bag depicted watercolors.
they were talking about hair color and how Sam can't dye her hair unnatural colors because they say it might scare the children but I think the children would like it, and how neither of them think they can pull off silver hair. It may be more common nowadays but there are people out there who don't realize how awesome colored hair is.
The funny thing is I saw a woman with pink and silver dyed hair on the Ashmont/Braintree platform at Park Street while I was heading to Davis.
I made a very Emma-esque drawing of a woman.
I made the giant mistake of not actually writing down or remembering where the place I was looking for relative to everything else.
Anyway, I checked the map again and if I turned around Citizen's Bank, I would have found the Shawarma Place (or maybe if I just, I don't know, looked on the other side of the street when I reached Out of the Blue). I'll have to check out The Painted Burro one of these days, even if it uncomfortably sounds like The Painted Bird. I'll also have to read that book one of these days.
Oh well, it was still good. I know Barry doesn't like being made an ass but I'm going to assume they were speaking Punjabi at Punjabi Grill. And luckily, January felt more like March, which will probably mean March will feel like January.
I didn't have love sickness, I had apprehension sickness.
I don't know what Emma thinks about whether or not I am an unsought guest or just what happened to Sophie Atlas or whether or not she interacts with the people she sketches; she wasn't there. I dunno, she probably forgot about it and none of her friends were there, at least, none that I recognized. There's the album release before Callabrion ascends to heaven and Emma and I walk our separate paths once again.
One woman had a lock of bright blue in naturally white hair. Another woman had orange in her braids and an orange hat to match. Rachel has blonde that turns into yellow and then bright red in front.
I said that the day I turn 70, I'm dying my hair bright pink.
Sean, who doesn't have a website, drew monsters. He's not from around here but if he was and it was September of 2001, he would have totally went to see Terrors and Wonders at the DeCordova museum. I told him about it but warned him that the internet of 2001 was a vastly different place and if he doesn't find it on the internet because he sure as hell won't find it on Google, he's out of luck. You won't learn anything about monsters in contemporary art, but you will learn that there are spambots out there who at least try to pass the Turing Test.
I proceeded to lament the loss of mp3.com and am astonished that somebody downloaded every song from IUMA, and he did it before anyone saw the writing on the wall because that writing was download speeds that were measured in bytes.
this was in the foyer.
Robin drew cats and someone else drew dogs.
Emma's drawings are 90 dollary-doos a pop, which I think is excessive. I couldn't be fucked to remember how much Daria Theodora's paintings were or how much that comic of the movie How You Will Die starring yourself cost but those were far more refined and I'm pretty sure they weren't that expensive.
I told Alexandria, by the way, that I don't charge for drawings but that means I draw who I want.
How You Will Die by this guy. The ones on display were drafts so maybe it isn't complete yet and that's why I couldn't find it. Or maybe it's on a squarespace website that recently expired, because the internet of 2016 is a different place than the internet of 2015.
Somebody asked me why I didn't submit anything from my sketchbook. Because I didn't know about it last year and I didn't think of it until Emma posted about how she got into this year's sketchbook show.
Chiara is basically the Italian equivalent of Claire. She has an indescribably earthy purply tone to her hair. What she submitted was less refined than the stuff on her website.
Daria painted these:
You can find more on her tumblr
Heather Balchunas (it should be Balčiūnas; it's Lithuanian. Actually technically, it should be Balčiūnienė if she's married and Balčiūnaitė if she's not married) painted a dragon, a love robot, and two koi.
These are by Liz, who worked on a sculpture in Latvia with Ben, who is apparently Emma's roommate and also couldn't be fucked to show up. The stuff on display by Ben is basically just drawings of that sculpture.
I met a woman who was carrying around a box of PrismaColors and a sketchbook but alas she just started a new sketchbook and the only thing she had was a test drawing. I'd be very surprised if she was drawing full color portraits of random people on her train ride home.
burning question: koona t'chuta Solo?
I was going to ask "die wanna wanga" but that sounds more like an order of some sorts than a question.
I can't think of too many names that start with J. Probably Jessica, probably Jen or Jill, maybe Julianne or Julie or a variation, maybe Jade, probably not Jane or Josephine. Jenna, Joanna, I don't know.
Alexandria, an artist and artist's model, told me a story about how once an artist sold a portrait of someone and he called the person in the portrait to tell her that there's a painting of her in some guy's house.
There were a bunch of Peruvians at some model UN thing. I'm sure that's the reason for the delay when I was going home. Someone's like "go banana" and someone else is like "go, grapefruit! come on, grapefruit!" and the conductor gets grapefruit juice in his eyes and the train falls into the river and they wash up on the Harbor Islands. Messing up the track, of course.
There was a woman with sea blue hair.
A woman was drawing Achilles' Shield with highlighters. The colors were a bit off but it was still really cool.
I left around the time Marilyn arrived to look at time.
There was a woman with pale green wavy Terra Branford hair and a blue hat arriving at the moment I was leaving.
Here are some other ways of looking at time:
I remember being three years old. The vastness of the stairs. The forever-continuity and the unfathomability of this is a little space. It was a castle. It gave me nightmares. I couldn't get to my mother. It was Nov 1997.
and
I experience time through photographs. I'm lucky enough to be born in the age of technology. So every year I've aged has been documented. I can look back. Maybe I remember, maybe I don't, but it helps.
Mariah and Sam spent most of the train ride discussing hair colors. They're artists; I could tell Mariah was an artist because her bag depicted watercolors.
they were talking about hair color and how Sam can't dye her hair unnatural colors because they say it might scare the children but I think the children would like it, and how neither of them think they can pull off silver hair. It may be more common nowadays but there are people out there who don't realize how awesome colored hair is.
The funny thing is I saw a woman with pink and silver dyed hair on the Ashmont/Braintree platform at Park Street while I was heading to Davis.
I made a very Emma-esque drawing of a woman.
I made the giant mistake of not actually writing down or remembering where the place I was looking for relative to everything else.
Anyway, I checked the map again and if I turned around Citizen's Bank, I would have found the Shawarma Place (or maybe if I just, I don't know, looked on the other side of the street when I reached Out of the Blue). I'll have to check out The Painted Burro one of these days, even if it uncomfortably sounds like The Painted Bird. I'll also have to read that book one of these days.
Oh well, it was still good. I know Barry doesn't like being made an ass but I'm going to assume they were speaking Punjabi at Punjabi Grill. And luckily, January felt more like March, which will probably mean March will feel like January.
I didn't have love sickness, I had apprehension sickness.
I don't know what Emma thinks about whether or not I am an unsought guest or just what happened to Sophie Atlas or whether or not she interacts with the people she sketches; she wasn't there. I dunno, she probably forgot about it and none of her friends were there, at least, none that I recognized. There's the album release before Callabrion ascends to heaven and Emma and I walk our separate paths once again.
One woman had a lock of bright blue in naturally white hair. Another woman had orange in her braids and an orange hat to match. Rachel has blonde that turns into yellow and then bright red in front.
I said that the day I turn 70, I'm dying my hair bright pink.
Sean, who doesn't have a website, drew monsters. He's not from around here but if he was and it was September of 2001, he would have totally went to see Terrors and Wonders at the DeCordova museum. I told him about it but warned him that the internet of 2001 was a vastly different place and if he doesn't find it on the internet because he sure as hell won't find it on Google, he's out of luck. You won't learn anything about monsters in contemporary art, but you will learn that there are spambots out there who at least try to pass the Turing Test.
I proceeded to lament the loss of mp3.com and am astonished that somebody downloaded every song from IUMA, and he did it before anyone saw the writing on the wall because that writing was download speeds that were measured in bytes.
this was in the foyer.
Robin drew cats and someone else drew dogs.
Emma's drawings are 90 dollary-doos a pop, which I think is excessive. I couldn't be fucked to remember how much Daria Theodora's paintings were or how much that comic of the movie How You Will Die starring yourself cost but those were far more refined and I'm pretty sure they weren't that expensive.
I told Alexandria, by the way, that I don't charge for drawings but that means I draw who I want.
How You Will Die by this guy. The ones on display were drafts so maybe it isn't complete yet and that's why I couldn't find it. Or maybe it's on a squarespace website that recently expired, because the internet of 2016 is a different place than the internet of 2015.
Somebody asked me why I didn't submit anything from my sketchbook. Because I didn't know about it last year and I didn't think of it until Emma posted about how she got into this year's sketchbook show.
Chiara is basically the Italian equivalent of Claire. She has an indescribably earthy purply tone to her hair. What she submitted was less refined than the stuff on her website.
Daria painted these:
You can find more on her tumblr
Heather Balchunas (it should be Balčiūnas; it's Lithuanian. Actually technically, it should be Balčiūnienė if she's married and Balčiūnaitė if she's not married) painted a dragon, a love robot, and two koi.
These are by Liz, who worked on a sculpture in Latvia with Ben, who is apparently Emma's roommate and also couldn't be fucked to show up. The stuff on display by Ben is basically just drawings of that sculpture.
I met a woman who was carrying around a box of PrismaColors and a sketchbook but alas she just started a new sketchbook and the only thing she had was a test drawing. I'd be very surprised if she was drawing full color portraits of random people on her train ride home.
burning question: koona t'chuta Solo?
I was going to ask "die wanna wanga" but that sounds more like an order of some sorts than a question.
