http://www.sendspace.com/file/kk27wl
this song was produced by alex Marans. with michael owens jones rapping and zac shavrick giving a sample. Also I say "we different" like a million times.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
some things never change
Well here I am. I know TRENDY! Williamsburg is so uh. well I do love the place. but I dont love my lifestyle seeing as although I live rent free in williamsburg I live out of a suitcase or three rather. HOW? and for 6 months trying to make it in this godforsaken city. I dunno if they should build mosque in ground zero but I sure want to make some more sculptures before I die.
I have jobs out my ass and I am so tired. Not of working but rather of not really making some art. I have sketches and tinkerings and proposals. I know VAPID. im bored just thinking about it. I need my machines and supplies and I just cant do it here. it would be rude to art up my aunts apartment. dear god how I would love to be rude. I cant be that rude it must be a texan modesty I have permanently acquired by well, growing up in Texas?
Fuck that place. Just kidding. I mean kinda. i might go back for christmas so I have to save face. I do look forward to not having soot on my face. my texas skin is so smooth and sweet.
I hate needing to have some private space to make work. I think i have always been that way. even when I shared a studio with dan I made a tent around my space to separate us. He seemed offended like we had been dating and I had broken up with him and was sleeping with someone else right in front of him. Of course he quickly relaized it was just one of my impulsive whims. I needed my own clubhouse to be myself. Occasionally i invited Sophie in to watch movies with me. Always breakfast at tiffanys or something with subtitles. My space made me feel some privacy that i didnt actually have. I realized this when people would tell me they really loved my space and although smiling and saying thanks, inside i would feel so violated. I dont know why I just hid in my space sometimes and needed it to be a secret. I wanted people to feel surprised by my work. Plus I was always in flux i never kept any really finished things in there. even the yellow guy was kinda kicked out when he was finished. I always dispose of the finished works by exhiling them from my world. I was never sure why, but it's just my relationship style. I love you when I can work on you and change you into what I want and you in turn listen to me and support my thoughts. Once I finish a piece we no longer have a dialogue everything I said with it is finished and I cant change it. We try to talk, i stare at it sometimes. But i never can truly let it in again.
Am I the same with people as I am with my work, thats not important right now. I dont even know why you brought that up. I Need to make art SEE. YEAH SEE. i can always date someone. whether there the nest for me or not, is really just small details. BUT I CANT ALWAYS MAke ART> for the first time in my life. 22 is a bitch, and also i complain more than I girl really should. I will always remeber. 21 party, 22 bitch, 23 sculpture.....
I have jobs out my ass and I am so tired. Not of working but rather of not really making some art. I have sketches and tinkerings and proposals. I know VAPID. im bored just thinking about it. I need my machines and supplies and I just cant do it here. it would be rude to art up my aunts apartment. dear god how I would love to be rude. I cant be that rude it must be a texan modesty I have permanently acquired by well, growing up in Texas?
Fuck that place. Just kidding. I mean kinda. i might go back for christmas so I have to save face. I do look forward to not having soot on my face. my texas skin is so smooth and sweet.
I hate needing to have some private space to make work. I think i have always been that way. even when I shared a studio with dan I made a tent around my space to separate us. He seemed offended like we had been dating and I had broken up with him and was sleeping with someone else right in front of him. Of course he quickly relaized it was just one of my impulsive whims. I needed my own clubhouse to be myself. Occasionally i invited Sophie in to watch movies with me. Always breakfast at tiffanys or something with subtitles. My space made me feel some privacy that i didnt actually have. I realized this when people would tell me they really loved my space and although smiling and saying thanks, inside i would feel so violated. I dont know why I just hid in my space sometimes and needed it to be a secret. I wanted people to feel surprised by my work. Plus I was always in flux i never kept any really finished things in there. even the yellow guy was kinda kicked out when he was finished. I always dispose of the finished works by exhiling them from my world. I was never sure why, but it's just my relationship style. I love you when I can work on you and change you into what I want and you in turn listen to me and support my thoughts. Once I finish a piece we no longer have a dialogue everything I said with it is finished and I cant change it. We try to talk, i stare at it sometimes. But i never can truly let it in again.
Am I the same with people as I am with my work, thats not important right now. I dont even know why you brought that up. I Need to make art SEE. YEAH SEE. i can always date someone. whether there the nest for me or not, is really just small details. BUT I CANT ALWAYS MAke ART> for the first time in my life. 22 is a bitch, and also i complain more than I girl really should. I will always remeber. 21 party, 22 bitch, 23 sculpture.....
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