Holy Shit

Saturday

I'm working at the gallery today from 12-5. So if anyone's in the area (43 Harrison, Oak Park), please stop on by and let me sell you some artwork (or at least bring me an iced mocha latte...)

Hatched

My Most Favorite Photo Ever

Isn't it a Pity?

Isn't it a shame
How we break each other's hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take each other's love
Without thinking anymore
Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pity

Some things take so long
But how do I explain
When not too many people
Can see we're all the same
And because of all their tears
Their eyes can't hope to see
The beauty that surrounds them
Isn't it a pity

This is a George Harrison song.
I especially love the Galaxie 500 version of it.

First Day

My boy starts 5th Grade today.
This is a pic from his first day of Kindergarten.
Which seems just like yesterday.
It's all going by so fast.

I Don't Want To Do This Anymore...

I am feeling so empty right now.
Does going away ever really help?

Bean There, Done That.

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Perfect Day

In the belly of the bean...

Have you ever felt like a gynecologist? Have you ever WISHED you felt like one?

A most perfect day with my boy.

Btw, the papers rolled up under my arm are from a Felix Gonzalez-Torres sculpture.

Blogger drives me crazy sometimes. These pics got 'nudged' off the bottom of my original post when I started adding words...and I'm too friggin' tired to redo the whole fucker. So here they are... I'm goin' to bed.

In My Room

Some of the crap sitting on the table by my bed.

We Have Email!!!

I have created an email account for y'all for this blog. Just in case anyone wants to write to me and doesn't have my REAL email address. If you've got that one, use it. If not use this: trustproof@yahoo.com. Or click the email link in my profile. I prolly won't be checking it daily (or maybe I WILL, who knows?), and if you send mean emails I'll just delete 'em. Other than that, I'm pretty game...send me letters, pics, suggestions, stuff...

Wyld Stallyns

Lipizzans, baby!!

Stable

Nymph-O-Mania

She was the cutest friggin' wood nymph I'VE ever seen.

Swivelicious

Belly dance class at the Renaissance Faire.

Chopines

Chopines are platform shoes that were worn in Venice in the 15th and 16th centuries. Usually by courtesans or upper class women (as a show of wealth). I nearly flipped when I saw these, as I have been doing a lot of reading about historic costume lately, and have been especially fascinated with these shoes (I've always been a sucker for platforms, the higher the better. And ankle straps...god, don't get me started on ankle straps. The shoes I wore for my First Holy Communion were ankle straps, if that gives you any idea...) ANYHOO, it's nice that Jerry Hall finally decided to let us in on the secret of her apparant height--leather-covered cork and a slow, steady gait.

Here's a page about chopines.
Here's another.

Fredrick the Cicada

He came into the gallery and latched onto my finger like a newborn suckling a teat. We were inseparable. Until I pretended to eat him. Then, as is usually the case when I do that, he flew away without even so much as a goodbye.

Whoosh!!

I Wanna Be Adored