… what to do with this giant ass canvas in my room.  Was given to me to recreate an image.  The guy never met his end of the trade, yet made me feel a little awkward with some of his behavior towards me. And I already have put some hours down on it.  So I am not just going to hand it back.  However, I don’t have the room to keep it here.  There is a part of me that wants to just start the canvas over, and use it for a film piece.  My morals tell me that isn’t okay… but this guy doesn’t really seem to have many morals so why should I honor the agreement, when he hasn’t?  Anyone have a suggestion?  What is the right thing to do in this situation?

I am not trying to step on any toes, however, I am trying to make space in my art cave.  And it is such a lovely canvas…it should be finished, whether it be with this project or another one.  Hmmm… .

Just a little overindulged. Stick a fork in me, I’m baked.

Now the question is: Do I sleep, do I paint, or do I clean?

Sis’ is coming over tomorrow night to crash, and my room makes a pig pen look comfortable. I should clean.

No art makes Missy pissy. Then I start with the whole ‘talking to myself’ thing. I should paint.

I drink too much coffee, and have once again become a self induced insomniac. I should sleep.

fuck. Decisions, decisions.

Being up in Santa Cruz is always like being in an alternate space.  It is like a dream, the town it self a living, breathing, time capsule.   Nothing every changes in this town, it is good and bad all at once.  For me it was the escape I needed from my end of Cali. The good was definitely experience, minus a few tasteless assholes. I feel refreshed, and I didn’t want to leave.  However, it feels good knowing I have a extremely busy and productive week ahead of me! I am completely stoked on my new easel, already in the process of being shipped to my house.  I am ready to make my life’s work and dreams a reality.  My goals are solidifying and my heart is flying high.  I have known all my life, that I was put here to inspire and motivate others in art, and in their lives.  What a better way to do it then share what I love.  Wish me luck, I am on my way to becoming an college art professor, and a master painter.  Grandma Bee…this one is for the both of us. I love you.