revisiting vanity

currently:

sitting on my pillow on my bed (lower back against that polar bear)–dusty blue onsie rolled down to shorts, “Tropic Sun” (Paros, Greece) t-shirt from Polos, three rings, beat-up nail polish, Peru string bracelet, and a really stupid up-do with a claw clip & paint brush–pomegranate wine in a Summit mug, green tea-infused pomegranate juice in Hannah’s purple thermos–and “Dreams” by the Cranberries, courtesy of Joy’s Art Major mix (yellow/blue).

it is nice.

I love…

sociable nights in the studio
Summit Coffee
a successful drawing
Balanchine
wine at tea time
flowers in beer bottles
that in-between degree, when the air’s still nippy but the sun feels warm
books borrowed from friends (especially unexpectedly)
my view of main street
season-appropriate bad music
quiet and the illusion of serenity

* * *

Easter’s coming this weekend. I’m a little sad that I don’t have a family gathering to be drawn to, and that I didn’t find a ride to SAS (which would have meant at least the same)… but I’m not thinking of this weekend as Easter, really. I’m calling it Spring Break. The real Spring Break was fine, but it didn’t feel much like spring; California rarely does, in my jaded experience.

Here are my goals for Spring Break:

- produce two kick-ass drawings
- develop a direction for a handful of business cards (small drawings)
- make a new woodcut, print it
- print the little sample woodcut
- start another mezzotint
- sort out my harddrives
- upload music from Matt, James, and Jean
- considering small woodcut, music, etc — assemble care packages!
- visit a new place with Matt
- go on that “adventure” with Matt
- maybe go to Linville Gorge when Matt and Brian go climbing, climb a little if they humor me, sketch, paint, read
- email people long-lost lovers (JZ, JC, SJK)
- take care of my camera!
- make that thing for R
- eat good food
- relax deliberately.

I think about Mr. Roach and Mr. McGiff a lot when I’m trying to pull myself together, get inspired, regroup, reorganize, recycle (har har), etc…. So perhaps I’ll write them letters, too.

Je suis prest!