Made a promise to myself that I would work on art, actively - not, "think" about art, not be in a, "discussion" about art - but actually make art at least three hours a day, every day I'm at my studio. Started today at the Monday figure drawing class at the Temple Event Center. Had a good time. Working on cross hatching. Much improvement, even though I haven't done this in a month or more.
alex Beard was there. Said hello. Introduced myself to a very amazing girl who works at a coffee shop. Everytime I find a girl works at a coffee shop, my interest, "perks" - I'm absolutely, "addicted" to the noble barista and her, "aromas" - as they say.
Celia was the model. I have more nude drawings and paintings of Celia than any other person - living or dead. I think that is an incredible position for one to be in. This position is incredible for me at least.
alex Beard and I went to Tom's Diner for a late dinner. Locked the bike on a treetoutside one of the windows. Asked alex if we couldn't move closer to that window, so I could keep an eye on the bike. He had no problem with that. Within minutes, we saw four police officers absolutely destroy some 100lb crackhead, not 10 feet away from this new vantage point. Arrested him on the ground with a knee in his side, a club in the other and two other guys on top of him. Literally everyone in the diner got up, off there seats and watched the spectacle with us - even the cooks. Cops have been everywhere. Something's up.
We realized that our server was a friend of someone we both went to school with. We asked her how this friend is doing. Found out that she's been hanging around with a lying manipulative man. So what's new. This: They were going out for nine months, before she found out he was married. That he had twins during all of this. She's on drugs. Bad. She's overdrafting multiple bank accounts, worse. The guy hits her and she likes it. The guy lied about his very name, about most everthing about himself. But it's true love, She says. Not making this up. Completely out of control. Give's you perspective. I guess.
Biked to the store and saw a meteor go through the atmosphere: cresent shaped, hot blue/green - so hot, it's mostly white. Felt good about myself. Rode home, satisfied. This world isn't one that makes much sense, until you stop and think that you need to stop thinking.
