…the who cares girl…

Found this on Gwen‘s tumblr yesterday. I am guilty sometimes of #2, but I don’t really expect to be “cheered” by my mother on every project (I told her about the baby painting, I didn’t mention the “Drag is the Drug” painting). I never expect anything encouraging by my father, although he did love the painting of his dog. And money never dictates what I do–mwa ha ha. I purposely never chose an art-based career because I don’t want art to be tedious for me. Ever!

Here’s another one I liked from Gwen’s tumblr. Thanks, Gwen! Someone on Flickr asked me if they could paint one of my self-portraits, and I said yes, of course! How flattering! Maybe I should make some of my self-portraits “stock” photos on Deviant art–I keep thinking about doing that, and then I forget.

Yesterday I started a Theda Bara painting, only in cuhluh, instead of black and white. That’s one of the nice things about working from a black and white photograph–your brain figures out all the colors. Right now my brain is focusing on teal, lavender, and soft yellows, although I considered doing a psychedelic Theda Bara painting too. Of course, I want to do everything psychedelic. With glitter. That’s just the way my brain works.

* Quote by Theda Bara.

Dance Me To The End Of Love, originally uploaded by RedHead66 * [dead laptop].

While strolling through her cactus gardens one warmish June morning, Amanda came upon an old Navajo man painting pictures in the sand.

“What is the function of the artist?” Amanda demanded the talented trespasser.

“The function of the artist,” the Navajo answered, “is to provide what life does not.”

- from “Another Roadside Attraction”, by Tom Robbins

“I DON’T HAVE A FUCKING TWITTER… WHY WOULD I USE TWITTER??? I ONLY BLOG 5 PERCENT OF WHAT I’M UP TO IN THE FIRST PLACE. I’M ACTUALLY SLOW DELIVERING CONTENT BECAUSE I’M TOO BUSY ACTUALLY BUSY BEING CREATIVE MOST OF THE TIME AND IF I’M NOT AND I’M JUST LAYING ON A BEACH I WOULDN’T TELL THE WORLD. EVERYTHING THAT TWITTER OFFERS I NEED LESS OF.”

- Kanye West, from here

Grapevine in her back, originally uploaded by Wiros.

“If it’s sloppy, eat it over the sink.”

- the Chink

, originally uploaded by Ray Tracing.

“We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.”

- Tom Robbins

kurt, originally uploaded by …the who cares girl….

“The worst crime is faking it.”

- Kurt Cobain

“We write because we can’t not write. We want to make music out of our breath; we want to be under the power of an art that toys with us and could destroy us, but which allows us to get a glimpse of what’s real. I suppose we publish for any of a number of reasons. The best reason is for community. When we publish a poem or story that makes a connection with someone, there’s a kind of magic at work that is essential to human beings. People publish for vanity, for money or for fame, but to reach out through space and through time and touch another person is all the reason I need. That’s a gift other writers have given me, and I like to think that I’m returning the favor.”

- from writer Gary Young. Read the rest of the interview here.

The Boy mowing the lawn last weekend while Bearcub guards the fence. You ask a man to do something, tell a man to do something, put it in writing, bring it up repeatedly and then hump him and YES, things get done!

I remember reading an interview with Linda Fiorentino in “Vogue” when I was a teenager. There was a quote by her (accompanied by a picture of her twirling in a dress, exposing her ass cheeks) that said: “Men are very simple. They just want to have sex.” That quote has really stuck with me over the years. As much as I’ve tried to make men out to be deeper creatures than they really are, I can’t find any dispute with that quote at all.

Here I am, frantically working on Burning Man costumes last year.* Now that the pressure’s over, what fabulous upcoming events do I have to sew for, hmmm? NOTHIN’. NUH-THIN.

Spray painting the dollhouse black? Oooh, Tim Burton! The intense Gothic imagery! I can barely taaaaake it!

I woke up this morning covered in sweat with our fuzzy green blanket wrapped around my neck like a boa constrictor. Everyone was in my dream, and everyone was pissed off at me: Erika (well that’s actually true) (it’s a shame she’ll never know that I’m so much more FUN sober!), Claire, Nico, the Boy, Corinne, Lori (?), my mother, some surly elephants looking like they were about to charge, shit oh yeah, talking about dreams is boring.

Guess what else is boring to talk about? Female trouble! I had cramps all morning and after a “teaser” period the last four days BLAMMO, here it is, the real thing, dammit. It’s funny–you spend over ten years of your life living in terror of becoming pregnant, faithfully taking the Pill, loving condoms, and then when you toss it all away and even have sex on the days most likely to produce (girl) children NOTHING. Life is strange.

* That’s “Batman Returns”, and even though it has Danny Devito AND Christopher Walken (I know, I forgot he was in it too) it’s a pile of garbage and should not be watched by anyone, ever, DON’T DO IT.