Something struck me this time around that I never really thought about that much. . . Seeing more than 50 prints of various sizes on the walls of my studio, as well as the dozens of prints still in progress, I realized how much time I spend alone. I don’t regret it, but it is something to consider when I feel lonely or want to gripe about being single in Seattle. It’s my choice. And the excitement I feel at the prospect of buying a home on my own only reinforces that. The truth of the matter is, I am more comfortable in my studio than most other places. I would rather be at my studio than go to a party or a bar. Sadly, there are not hot men hanging out at my studio. Or at least, not usually. : ) Maybe some will come to my open house (you know who you are).
We read animal cards at a friend’s last night. I got the armadillo, which seems pretty appropriate. In fact, a lot of the cell shapes I am doing now are also vaguely armadillo shaped.
It is 2:30 AM. I am getting into a bad habit of staying up very late. If I had some potato chips and some more alcohol, I would probably stay up all night!