Structure & choas

I've finally created a go-to pricing structure for my portraits. Parts of it feel so technical and arbitrary, but it's a necessary step in the Quest for Officialness.

Want a flower behind your daughter's ear? $25.00. Oh, the background needs to be striped wallpaper? That'll be an extra $70.00. Oh, I'm sorry, you wanted a dog somewhere in this mess? $200.00 extra, non-negotiable.

I will still be doing inebriated pen sketches on cocktail napkins gratis.

Brown.

I spent the first part of my life in this car. I think my sibling's resentment of me was planted when, on the 17-hour journeys to Salt Lake City, UT, they were forced to squeeze in the back seat with the large Igloo cooler while I luxuriated in a custom-made bed in the rear of the station wagon. I can't help it that my parents loved me best.

Oh, therapy.

Therapy is such a "me, me, me, blah blah blah me" deal. I tire of hearing my own voice droning on about the same issues I've had forever. My therapy lady, B., says I'm awesome and doing good work though, so I'll just trust her on that.

Digesting New York

I'm living my pretty normal life, day-to-day, since I got back from my Boston/New York trip. I had feared (feared!) New York City for YEARS, and finally worked up the chutzpah to visit. I spent most of the time navigating the city by myself based on some skeletal instructions extracted from my host each morning, and I did a pretty good job. I managed to find my way to A.) the Museum of Natural History, B.) MoMA, C.) PS1, D.) the Whitney, and E.) Islip, Long Island without getting super-lost or crying too much. By day 4 in NYC, though, I was totally overloaded with no space for contextualization, and I was kind of lonely. So I headed back to Boston to chill the heck out for a day or so.

I'm thinking that trip must have affected me in some deep, rhythm-altering way. Right? To spend years both terrified and obsessed with something, than to finally experience it... that has to epically change a person, right? But in trying to shake out the verbiage of these life lessons I've supposedly learned, I can only conclude:

1. New York is really big.

I need to go back lots more. I need to write about it lots more. I fell in love with so many things, so many artists, so many tiny little weird private things that I might not ever share. I like, but am still trepidatious about, New York at this point. I bought one of those "I heart New York" t-shirts though because, well, where else can you find a shirt for $3.00?

Personals

We all break up. But do we all post online personals? Let's be secretly honest about it.

I do, and I get some hilarious, brutal, and insane responses. It's amazing to cast your net out and see who's out there, lurking in the shadows.

That said, I'm staying in tonight to do laundry!