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[egypturnash]

I wish I was out at something like a party this year. Or at least getting really, really drunk. I think I could use that tonight.

Instead I really need to get my stuff packed for the flight home tomorrow.

I'd probably be bored stiff, or deliberately apart from everyone, at almost any theoretical party. But maybe not. I've been attempting to be more social, and have been getting somewhere in that, I think. A little. It's a moot point as I need to be up around seven or so in the morning for a day full of airplanes. At least I'll face it with a fuller stomach than I did a week ago.

I think it's gonna be an interesting year. Good or bad, I don't know.

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Unrelated note from earlier today: be careful what you do with your early art. If you're not cautious you may find yourself forced to move horrible twenty-years-old art about the walls of your mother's home while internally poking at a soul-ache you're still not sure of the dimensions of and don't want to really explore at the moment. I agreed with frightening alacrity when she suggested that perhaps it was time to take down the large, awkward self-portrait from 1982 to replace it with the filtered metaphorical self-portrait of Exposure. Every ancient piece of my early art off my mother's walls makes me happier.

Comments

[tabriscoonz.livejournal.com]

haha, my dad has a fruit still life I never finished in his kitchen. It's quite hideous.

[prickvixen.livejournal.com]

I'm sure my mother still clings to the crap rip-off flower picture I did in high school that she hung in the living room. I should send her some of my most recent art... you know, of the thick, pendulous variety.

[milkpanzer.livejournal.com]

My mom has this hideous acrylic of the family dogs on patinaed copper canvas that isn't even complete. Augh. I guess the potentially bad thing about giving art to close family members as gifts is that years later you may be tortured by the pieces.

Why is it

[doctorpinkerton.livejournal.com]

Why is it that artists never appreciate their old work? I know I've gotta look back on my own music from 12+ years ago and laugh... but aside from any unfortunately uncomfortably linked feelings that old work my disgorge in the mind of its creator, I have to insist there's something pure about stuff designed with, lesser skills and personal depth. A sort of personal 'primativism,' as it were... something worthwhile, but only in the extreme long view.

At any rate, you'll never get me to destroy my old copies of your 'Pointless Violence' strip from the old college days! But I will promise not to use them against you when you're rich and famous ;-}

Anyway, it was a lot of fun hanging out with you, if only for an evening, and I promise to not be so damned competitive next time at Panic Park (sorry, but Jeannine just doesn't really put up so much of a fight!

Hope your flight home is smooth, and good luck kickstarting yourself into the coming year... I know you can do it, whatever it is you will yourself to do

Re: Why is it

[shatterstripes.livejournal.com]

This was stuff from the middle of high school. Or even earlier. Some was nice for my age, yeah, but it still just hurts to look at.

I had fun playing Panic Park even if you did stomp me into the ground!

Re: Why is it

[dv-girl.livejournal.com]

I have to agree, at least for a lot of us who grew up middle class, before some age there's just very little in the way of personality at all. "I'm going to be a fireman and have two point five kids and a dog and a cool car." and that's about it. I'd even go so far as to say that certain segments of american culture go out of their way to strangle out individualism and that there is a percentage of the population that's really just sort of cookie-cutter clones throughout their entire life. I suppose I really feel that way about my own art fairly often. I have a bad tendency to get so worked into the technical aspects of a piece that I beat all life out of it. It ends up paint by numbers, art by formula. The music talked about sounds like it had some creativity to it. I can say with certainty that most of my old art had nothing of the sort.