i had an art opening that was essentially solo. i knew none of the artists, nor the owner of the space. i barely know the woman who set up the space for me. i had very little idea what to expect. i found out about it two weeks before it happened but i still waited too long to start anything new, partly i think from nerves about showing anything i still like. but that's another problem for another post. it turned out fairly lackluster. i met some really interesting peeps. one person might have been interested in my work. but maybe he was just stoned and thought i was cute. he seemed really personable though. and he was cute.
really excellent sneaks.
anyway, i'm supposed to go eat lunch with the woman who set it up for me. a new friend prospect. a new grown-up friend. somehow it feels strange to make friends with people a little older than me who aren't professors. i can't completely dispel the notion that someone's being fooled. either me, in believing that they buy my grown-up-ness, or them for believing the grown-up me.
i made some new books last night, the latest result of the current art wet season. the box is drying now. the second step in the long walk to a grad school portfolio.
i think my mom's taking in her sleep.
or maybe she's awake and she told my dad to stop snoring.
the dog's snoring.
it's almost too quiet to type.
i also had an idea for a substitute for a color theory demonstration.
i love making books.
and xiu xiu.