At the amazing house.

My friend Dustin is back from Antwerp.
He had a welcome back party at his parent's house.
It is one of the most amazing houses' I have visited in ages.





There is an adorable canary named Ben there that I didn't take a picture of.

I've been having a problem.

Nothing I create has been good enough. I haven't liked really anything I've done in ages. It is frustrating.

I feel so busted and bootleg. Do lots of artists have this problem??

We had an opening.

My parents were there.

A few days later, I cut off part of my finger at my job.

It bled for 8 hours. Will not be playing the guitar for a while, but can still play the drums!

100

This is my 100th post. I started blogging mostly at the urging of my dear friend Katerina who blogs magnificently and beautifully. It continued as a way to document my art happenings and general edited life. A year and a half has gone by. Some things are the same, some things are different, in general I am more physically exhausted than I could ever imagine a year and a half ago. Time marches on.

The weekend ended.Paintings are finished.

I made the poster.

The VIP at the casa de lombard isn't so happy about the hub bub.

I'm so broken babe but I wanna see you.

Hi Hello. What are you doing this weekend?

I'm painting, drawing a poster for this event, revising my portfolio, recording a commercial song for Widmer Bros, and cleaning my house for my parents. No wonder Foo Foo is already asleep. Her walks are limited for the next 48 hours.