The joys of the unemployed...

Here I am. Another day nearly under my belt. Sometimes the minutes drag on. Sometimes they do not. But most every day is ultimately the same. I wait and wait for a large some of money that I am owed to be released into my possession. I know this is foolish, I delude myself into thinking I will be paid. Even just a small chunk... Like 20 dollars, small. And, So, I am broke. My jobless-ness is not this mythical "funemployment"I hear so much about... So, I wait.

and wait.

and wait.

and wait.

and I make a few paintings, or collages in the mean time. and believe me... time IS mean.

I won't be releasing any of these creations into the wild until September. When I have my first solo show. I will let you know all the details are they arise.


and don't forget...
time is mean.

(thanks time magazine.)

if the mitten fits...

golly... i'm feeling quite dissonant. I'm sitting here drinking a beer, a fucking PBR at that, on a Monday afternoon. I have no job... I have things to do, but I can't seem to keep my head clear. I can't sort out my thoughts, as I really don't have any in particular. The weather is odd. I should be drawing, or something of that nature. I guess I'll go back to doing nothing. Here is a new collage I finished last week.