lying flat out on nothing. months seem to get chopped up between travels. days acquire a half-lucid, half-languid tempo; sifting sands that fall through fingers, an immemorable gray.
we're heading out to spain on wednesday and my list of unaccomplished objectives grow ever insistently. perhaps i've been rewarding myself a little too much for too little effort expended. the lack of income as well as the lack of a proper schedule is beginning to more than add up. i need to devise a more practical way to live with art, seeing as i can't quite live on it quite yet.
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(on the lighter side of life, it must be noted that nude studies are fun. i will offer my undying gratitude and friendship to sympathetic friends who support my home-spun artistic development efforts. so who's next? )
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