i pick my keys up to my my new space this week. i think i'll be moving in some small stuff this weekend. checking out the itty bitty space, i want to paint, hang some shit up and get going already.
i bought a new chair that i will be re-upholstering and getting a new work table too. i bought a new judy off craigslist already and then i need a bulletin board to keep my shit together and on track. i think i want a small plushy style rug too. i figure that if i'm going to be in this space for the equivalent of a part time job, i might as well like it right?
there's one glitch in the whole scenario ... i'm dropping the name laroqcoqs, it's too long, hard to spell and it does remind me of crocs ... it's true. and i don't want to be affiliated with no plastic clog represented by a smiling croc. i won't even wear crocs to garden. but this isn't about crocs, this is about the name game.
i have been toiling around in my head for some stuff, but nothing is sticking, or more importantly it's not feeling right. maybe when i'm in the studio, something will hit me.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
digging holes
everything is short lived and yes, this too shall pass. but, i'm so angry. angry at myself, angry at people, angry at my family, i just want to be angry and stay here for awhile. if i could yell right now i would but i can't. i would definitely wake up the baby, and now i'm angry that i can't yell.
fuck.
i have never been good with people. it's like in some way, something gets weird and poof they're gone. i just attributed it to time, getting older, offspring, whatever.
my immediate family are the only people that have been constant. i had one fight with my parents when i was a teenager, i left home and didn't talk to them for a week. the other time was when my sister and i got into a fight and we didn't talk for a few weeks. other than that, my family has been a constant. well, other than them, i have my kids. but shit, they're going to leave me too.
this all starts with me jumping in so quickly to having friends and being enthusiastic about meeting someone new. or talking to old friends too much and not talking at all to the present friends that i do have. and with the present friends that i do have, i'm constantly in this state of "paranoid android". "do they like me?", "why haven't we facebooked?", "why haven't they acknowledged anything i have posted?", "why haven't they replied to my email?" maybe that's it, that might be it right there ...
are my friends all cyber based and is nothing real? and when we do see each other face to face is it just because ... do they only .... arrrrgh!
and then i have friends that ask me to be part of their most special day. these are the friends that you haven't talked to in nearly 2 years but have known each other for 20. and when you do talk, you find that you have nothing in common except for the fact that you both pushed out 10 pound babies from your va.JJ's. now all you're hearing is "well, little susie is counting to 30 and she's only 6 months old, what's baby max doing?... oh he's still crawling well, buck up kiddo he'll get there!"
condescending mommy talk makes me angry.
when the baby talk is done, it's time to judge me. "well, you're tattoos, are cool, but if you don't mind stepping aside from being a bridesmaid ... the dress and pics will look awkward ... maybe you can sing ...." awkward?
what's fucking awkward is that i was asked in the first place. second place, i said YES. that's the kind of friend i am. yes, i may have probed the questioning of "should i be in this wedding, we haven't talked in years ... you have extra bridesmaids ..." lalalala but i said yes, and i was willing to wear a hideous dress. i even paid for half and have lost that money because the boutique doesn't give refunds ... but who thought i would even have be asking for a refund. and now she's mad because i won't authorize the other half of the payment on my credit card? what is this? she asked me to step aside, she was clear that i would make things look weird for her wedding pics. maybe i should have paid for it ... but i can't. wait, should i have paid for the rest of the dress?
these are the friends i keep???
what gets me, is that she is mad, facebooking her feelings and not speaking directly to me about it. i emailed her a week ago and asked to talk about it ... i got no response, just facebook status updates with her friends running their comments on her version of the story. she asked me to step aside because i didn't match the dress ...
i don't match the dress, she and all her friends are running their comments on her facebook, she's out $$$ and now i'm the asshole.
i think i need a new and better definition of friend.
fuck.
i have never been good with people. it's like in some way, something gets weird and poof they're gone. i just attributed it to time, getting older, offspring, whatever.
my immediate family are the only people that have been constant. i had one fight with my parents when i was a teenager, i left home and didn't talk to them for a week. the other time was when my sister and i got into a fight and we didn't talk for a few weeks. other than that, my family has been a constant. well, other than them, i have my kids. but shit, they're going to leave me too.
this all starts with me jumping in so quickly to having friends and being enthusiastic about meeting someone new. or talking to old friends too much and not talking at all to the present friends that i do have. and with the present friends that i do have, i'm constantly in this state of "paranoid android". "do they like me?", "why haven't we facebooked?", "why haven't they acknowledged anything i have posted?", "why haven't they replied to my email?" maybe that's it, that might be it right there ...
are my friends all cyber based and is nothing real? and when we do see each other face to face is it just because ... do they only .... arrrrgh!
and then i have friends that ask me to be part of their most special day. these are the friends that you haven't talked to in nearly 2 years but have known each other for 20. and when you do talk, you find that you have nothing in common except for the fact that you both pushed out 10 pound babies from your va.JJ's. now all you're hearing is "well, little susie is counting to 30 and she's only 6 months old, what's baby max doing?... oh he's still crawling well, buck up kiddo he'll get there!"
condescending mommy talk makes me angry.
when the baby talk is done, it's time to judge me. "well, you're tattoos, are cool, but if you don't mind stepping aside from being a bridesmaid ... the dress and pics will look awkward ... maybe you can sing ...." awkward?
what's fucking awkward is that i was asked in the first place. second place, i said YES. that's the kind of friend i am. yes, i may have probed the questioning of "should i be in this wedding, we haven't talked in years ... you have extra bridesmaids ..." lalalala but i said yes, and i was willing to wear a hideous dress. i even paid for half and have lost that money because the boutique doesn't give refunds ... but who thought i would even have be asking for a refund. and now she's mad because i won't authorize the other half of the payment on my credit card? what is this? she asked me to step aside, she was clear that i would make things look weird for her wedding pics. maybe i should have paid for it ... but i can't. wait, should i have paid for the rest of the dress?
these are the friends i keep???
what gets me, is that she is mad, facebooking her feelings and not speaking directly to me about it. i emailed her a week ago and asked to talk about it ... i got no response, just facebook status updates with her friends running their comments on her version of the story. she asked me to step aside because i didn't match the dress ...
i don't match the dress, she and all her friends are running their comments on her facebook, she's out $$$ and now i'm the asshole.
i think i need a new and better definition of friend.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
i'm in.
i sign my lease on friday. i move into my small 200 sq. foot studio space on april 1st. i'll be sharing space with 3 other artists. this whole process has been less than ordinary.
i initially thought that i would see the space and fill out an application, much like renting an apartment. but when i met the shy, cute tenant supervisor coordinator, he mentioned that i needed to submit my CV and letter of intent for the space. the board would only consider professional artists and there was a list that they went by. i was a bit put off, but this is something i really wanted, dreamed about even.
i spent the weekend working on my CV and letter. i was honest and spent quite some time on it. when i had finished, i actually saw in writing, that i had accomplished a few things and i felt proud and confident submitting it to them on sunday.
i heard back from cute shy guy on monday, "the board is examining your CV and letter, we'll be back to you in a couple of days." i thought, well whatever, i tried, so i waited ... and about 2 hours later the email cam in, "the space is yours, if you are interested".
i have 2 very specific projects that i will be focusing on in my space, in my new world. i have to admit though, i feel a bit nervous. it's like i have this job, and the only person i am accountable to is me, and the only one that i can let down is me. fuck, i better be a good boss and give great benefits.
right now, i love my life.
i initially thought that i would see the space and fill out an application, much like renting an apartment. but when i met the shy, cute tenant supervisor coordinator, he mentioned that i needed to submit my CV and letter of intent for the space. the board would only consider professional artists and there was a list that they went by. i was a bit put off, but this is something i really wanted, dreamed about even.
i spent the weekend working on my CV and letter. i was honest and spent quite some time on it. when i had finished, i actually saw in writing, that i had accomplished a few things and i felt proud and confident submitting it to them on sunday.
i heard back from cute shy guy on monday, "the board is examining your CV and letter, we'll be back to you in a couple of days." i thought, well whatever, i tried, so i waited ... and about 2 hours later the email cam in, "the space is yours, if you are interested".
i have 2 very specific projects that i will be focusing on in my space, in my new world. i have to admit though, i feel a bit nervous. it's like i have this job, and the only person i am accountable to is me, and the only one that i can let down is me. fuck, i better be a good boss and give great benefits.
right now, i love my life.
Friday, March 12, 2010
rent
it has come to my creative attention that i may need a space to go to work. to work on everything that needs to be done in my head. my plethora of ideas are springboarding , reverberating and actually hurting my head becasue they need to be put into my hands and turned out to the folks that will spend spen spend! well, so i'm hoping.
i go to the distillery today to meet with darryl. he's going to show me a small space that i would be sharing with other artists. 3 others to be exact. i can decorate how i see fit and so on. i'm actually pretty excited about this because i have been neglecting myslef for so long now. there are way too many excuses when i have my rump nestled cozily on my couch.
the rent is fairly cheap. i think that the amount of money i spend on my extravagent social lifestyle can be funnelled into my creative funds and really get somewhere with my shit. i'm past caring about who or what is going to notice, i've spent too much time doing that, that i stopped noticing. B.A.D.
if i decide to go with the place, i'm committing 3-4 night /week to myself and my work. this is truly exciting for me ... ME! yessss, me.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
all the ladies
single, married, alive or dead ... we love to chat, talk, gossip and let go of the inner voices that may plague us in the day to carry on. i don't know what i would do without the gift of girlfriends and honourary girlfriends (aka, my very dear male friend)!
life would be lonelier.
in the midst of my own voices and the near end to drowning some of my sorted confusion, the lending ear of my circles have been appreciated and well noted.
with that and the sun shining down on the city, i think brunch should be in order ... very soon.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
rumblr
oops, i mean tumblr.
i caved in to the 20 word wonder of tumblr.
the space is loftier and gives me that quick retreat to just pause and blurt out what it is that i need to. i'm still decorating the place, i'll have a house warming with all the fixings. the neighbourhood seems friendly, i already had to email customer care, they were quick and nice.
i still have to investigate a few things ... like how to format and "disqus", something about bringing out the best in my site ??? self help? what?
today was more productive - i actually took some pics of things to sell. i just need somewhere to house them ... maybe ebay, maybe etsy ... ?
i have been struggling with the fact that i don't actually have that one person in the audience paying attention to what is going on here. this has bothered me and has been bothering me more these days.
yes, i'm hanging it all out to dry.
i'm worried that i care more than he does ... i'm worried that i'm right ... and that is something i rarely worry about.
i caved in to the 20 word wonder of tumblr.
the space is loftier and gives me that quick retreat to just pause and blurt out what it is that i need to. i'm still decorating the place, i'll have a house warming with all the fixings. the neighbourhood seems friendly, i already had to email customer care, they were quick and nice.
i still have to investigate a few things ... like how to format and "disqus", something about bringing out the best in my site ??? self help? what?
today was more productive - i actually took some pics of things to sell. i just need somewhere to house them ... maybe ebay, maybe etsy ... ?
i have been struggling with the fact that i don't actually have that one person in the audience paying attention to what is going on here. this has bothered me and has been bothering me more these days.
yes, i'm hanging it all out to dry.
i'm worried that i care more than he does ... i'm worried that i'm right ... and that is something i rarely worry about.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
a new heart
when i can't sleep i browse. i get more ink done on saturday with lizzie and this struck me to send to her for more ideas. my mind is wandering again, as it does when i become bored or agitated. i'm going to start photographing my "things to sell" tomorrow. the purge begins ... i feel a new season turning.
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