Stop the presses
And.
However I feel about any sort of thing where one does something daily in a group goal, NaArMaMo is a good excuse to maybe focus on what I am doing and making a bit while working in all that various media I know, because I seriously stagnate (ew) if I focus too long in a single one. I personally call bullshit on “NOT NECESSARILY VERY GOOD ART. But a finished achievement of artistic endeavour.” Because why the shit would I bother if that is the case.
So, we’ll see if life gets in the way, but the plan is this:
Saturdays: Embroidery/Fiber
Sundays: Assemblage-2D (also known as: collage)
Mondays: Photography, moving or still
Tuesdays: Sculpture
Wednesdays: Wearable
Thursdays: Assemblage-3D
Fridays: Painting/drawing
My “weekend” is Tuesdays and Wednesdays, so you see I put the more time-consuming stuff there. I’ll not be participating in the LJ community, but will be tagging things on Flickr with that horrible sounding “naanarmo“.
Also, dudes, I picked up the latest book of City of Roses and finished it before the train got me home—hoovering it up like a stockbroker in my birth year. And damn do I love it. I am tired of hearing that Nick and I are the only fans. We are obvious because we are rabid. Let the man know you care.
All the blogging I’m into lately. Click through for more info, if you want.
Something made, something watched, something did and nails.
And isn’t he the cutest?
We went to a gallery show, accidentally on First Thursday. We went to this place that specialised in East Coast deli stuff, right down to the prices, but dude they have pastrami cheese fries. And we went to Gen X and I resisted getting ridiculous clothes while he had a shirt made.
The man started his day by shooting a retirement party for Forest Grove’s postmaster. It was at 8:30 in the morning and they had a taco bar. A taco bar. Then he went home and made himself strawberry shortcake.
What I am saying here is that he is great.