Sometimes I'm anxious and forgetful, other times I am powerful and unstoppable. My twenties have shown me that I can do so much, withstand mental catastrophes and that, yes, my body does fade with time. I am always growing with the time that passes with me.
I have an art degree. I like to draw things: fat cartoons with missing limbs, lots and lots and lots of birds. I currently have a triangle problem. I consider myself a crafts-person more-so than an artist....although others beg the difference. Is fixing broken things and cleaning stuff an art? Then, I am an artist.
When I am at my worst I am at my best, creatively speaking. Except, I can't get out of bed because the dog won't get off of my legs so now I just won't get out of bed. So much for being creative.
I am eccentric, anachronistic, and falling with style
mud house OR super compact house
delicious edible farm
build gigantic installations in the middle of nowhere
roll in mountains of ganja
brew lots of beer
have a wolf pack/dog pack
OLD LADY GARDEN
no cellphones or cars, just walking and letters
Army of Darkness, Ong Bak, House of Flying Daggers, Survive Style 5, Fear and Loathing, Miyazaki, Indiana Jones, Star Wars, Wes Anderson. I'll watch anything once.
The Cure, Tune-Yards, Girl Talk, Le Tigre, Sparks, Bob Willis and his Texas Playboys, Das Racist, Tim Hecker, Django Reinhardt, La Roux, RJD2, The Knife, Fugazi, Los Picadientes de Caborca. Anything that makes me dance.
I just like food, especially fried things. Anything from your garden, farm, forest or back yard. Is it fresh? Put it in my mouth.
My day dreams are convoluted, strange, ever-going, ever-present.
Also, I am a terrible speller, covered in cellulite and have some really bad teeth. Gnarly.
You want to be real friends. We live close by or we write far away. Can make do artsy, motivated, Ben-Franklin-style-improve-yourself situations real. Adventures? Bicycles? Naturalism? Non-pretentious art? Liberated? O.K. Let's drink some beer, do some hiking.