"say a prayer for me. say a prayer for me. i'm buried by the sound of a world of human wreckage."-sponge
i'm going through some stuff right now. i don't really know what it is or how to explain it without sounding like some little emo b!tch. it's the last couple of days of school, and they are proving to be as useless as jack's ruptured spleen. clean up is underway and my head is elsewhere. the students have also already checked out. it's time for summer.
anyway, as of saturday, i'll be florida bound for a bit. that means maybe i'll get my head straight with some hangin' with my kids on a beach in paradise therapy. it also means i won't be posting for a little while.
when i don't have a painting or sculpture to work on, or in this case, when i don't have time to start one before the school year ends, i catch myself in sketch sessions, just letting my mind wander, letting wierdness sprout wherever it may. yesterday morning when i walked into my classroom, i saw one from the day before and i threw it into a box like a hundred times before. and then an idea struck me. i literally have hundreds of these things at the house and here at school. and really, they're nothing alone, but all together i think they're quite interesting and tell a story unlike a regular collection of paintings or drawings ever could. i like when people show me their sketch books. it's like i'm getting a glimpse at the inner workings of their minds. i recently sent shenry a sketchbook i'd been working on for five years, a sketchbook he had sent me when it was still a virgin. he told me he felt like he had a piece of my soul. i liked that idea. with that in mind, here's ghostspace.
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