I do it often. Ouch. I feel painting or something coming soon. I always paint and make stuff when I’m broke (usually around fall/winter) in some sad hope that some random person would buy one or something. It’s kind of funny and it makes me laugh at myself. That is really the worst reason to do anything. Reality is nobody buys anything (okay, I sold a few) and it sits in my room taking up space making the place look cluttered. I’m okay with it at, the end I enjoy painting and it would be really weird if I could harvest my paintings and turn them into cash!

But yeah I think now is the time. I have a bag with about three years worth of receipts and 200+ pieces of cardboard to paint. I saved every receipt I could keep, there is a ton of receipts. We are terrible consumers and I have the proof. I got the cardboard from my moms house after my dad died. My dad used to do dialysis at home and we always had tons of boxes of the fluid he used. So I kept as many as I could find and cut them up so now I have a bunch of sized cardboard.

I always felt like painting on them was a way of making better of it. I always painted on cardboard, but this cardboard was better. I always used it so I horded it up like a weirdo. It was my way of turning shit into a flower really.

For some reason I only create when it’s nice and cold which is not very long here in California. It’s like a Fall/Winter creativity spurt. I often wonder if I moved to somewhere colder would I still be creative the whole time it was cold? Take me to Alaska?? Sorry Plover, I told you I would lag (re: Bemon painting).

Anyways, you’re silly if you read this far. This post is a fart that some how took the form of letters and disguised itself as a post. Blah blah blah… I think I’m boycotting IE6.