Well, my electricity was cut off Wednesday. It's not so bad, but I have to get used to the cold showers...and not being able to cook (I'd just bought ten packs of ramen noodles and now i can't boil water!)...and not being able to charge my iPod and cell phone at home (I charge them in the car and at work)...It does, however, give me time to do some things around the apartment that I've been meaning to do for ages. But I need to get used to scrambling to get things done before sundown.
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I want to work on a "Definitions" series of posts. I've been thinking a lot about race, sex, gender, and other stuff, and I've come to realization that there is a LOT that I don't know. So, I plan on breaking things down bit by bit.
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I really, REALLY want to get back into painting and illustrating and even trying some more collage. But there is always other stuff on my mind, and other stuff takes up my time...And of course, all of that costs money which I don't have.
When I was taking an art class in college last year, I was so jealous that there were others in my class that had their own studio spaces, who frequented galleries, who already knew the right people in the industry and could easily get a commission. Those were also the same people who were able to work on their craft at any time. They were supported financially through their spouses or parents, and were able to pursue it full-time. I, on the other hand, work a menial job full-time and often find myself having to pawn and sell my things just to pay my bills. I can't go to the galleries and schmooze because I don't even have the money for transportation, let alone the money to produce anything to show.
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I've been having weird dreams about fruit.
In the first dream, there's a white house with a couple of fruit trees in the front yard. There are bunch of teenage boys on the front porch - I think the house is a group home or something. My mother is there raking leaves under the tress - she looks really tired - and me and few friends are picking the fruit from the trees. The fruit looks like
Ugli fruit but it has an edible rind, and the taste and texture reminds me of a
persimmon. While I'm picking fruit, another group of boys cames up to the first group trying to pick a fight. I break it up, send the other group on their way, and chastise the boys for letting them get under their skin. One of them walks up to me and apologizes and I offer him some fruit.
In the other dream, I'm with a group of people who were picked as part of a focus group top try out the attractions at a new resort. Doesn't that sound like an awesome job?! ^_^ Unfortunately, the owner of the resort who served as our guide was an asshole. He looked similar to a certain actor: tall, rugged features, big eyebrows, British (does a lot of period pieces), gay man. Can't remember his name. Anyway, during our tour, we had lunch and it was baked fish with fruit the size of strawberries but they were orange-yellow. They had the same texture and flavor as the other fuirt in my last dream.
I always have strange dreams.
