Brownies for breakfast

It's been one of those weeks. Just not giving a damn about anything. I've barely been sleeping and the only work I've been getting done is for everyone else. BUMMER

So a lot has been going on these past couple weeks and I've barely had anytime to crank out some real projects. I do have a few main focuses including a 2012 showcase/demo reel featuring work from this year and miscellaneous unpublished works. 

let's talk about last weekend. It was awesome. It was just what I needed. A couple months prior i've been having some serious nostalgia and It was becoming harder to decipher what was lost memories and what were daydreams. I was on a weird trip for a while but this weekend definitely cured. My mother got married just this last weekend (Aug 25th) and afterwards a couple friends, my girlfriend, and myself, did absolutely nothing; It was wonderful and I don't use that word often. 

Eggs. Bacon. Cheese. croissant. Pulled pork. HOT SAWZE
hotel, friends, vh1 and cheap champagne. Can't ask for much more.

Deep shit moment: I can't help but feel like I'm being dragged in a different direction. Not creatively, just in general. I feel as though someone let down a rope and is calling my name and I'm not sure what the rope is for, who's voice it is or where it leads. I guess you could say I feel my calling reaching out but it's going unanswered. I feel as though some things will change soon. Subtle changes. Bang.

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So I left for a bit to go meet a client and I'd like to add this short story:

Before I left for the meeting, I took my dogs on a walk. Nothing out of the ordinary, just walking and thinking to myself. We walk around the park for about 20 minutes or so and on my way back I notice some large panels leaning up against the dumpster. As I near, I realize that they're canvases. Judging by their size I automatically (irrationally) assumed someone is either letting them dry, cure or is picking them up shortly. I get to the top of my stairs and I look down and I realize the canvases are facing the dumpster as if someone were throwing them away. I couldn't help but feel offended and off to the rescue I was. I put the dogs inside and ran downstairs to pursue the extraction mission. I didn't want to look like an idiot carrying these things back up the stairs with someone on their way to go get them but upon further investigation....someone was literally throwing these away. Aside from residual retail value they were in great condition. Handmade frames and were stretched by hand as well. There was medium already applied but wasn't anything I couldn't cover up. Long story short, I've now acquired 5 canvases. 3 of which are over-sized at over 3.5-4 ft wide. 

 ...another mans treasure.
All the medium painted was nothing but boobs and vaginas. . . .must have been an art student.