orange you glad i'm not an apple?

oh, you know, just another day hang drying clothes at home.

preliminary sketch regarding hyperventilation

poor lighting. this was not intended to be frightening.

from the vault

i came into the yeah yeah yeah's second album during a time of the coldest winter and the softest night. i used to listen to the entire album while grinding my stones in the lithography studio, and then on the subsequent midnight walk home. the wind was cold and still, the trees dark and sympathetic, and it took my mind away from the burning ache in my arm muscles. my inner self in that period ached with the ache that accompanies the birth of something new, a feeling that i can't quite place but is analogous to the gaps that lie between glass pieces of song lyric.

i, linguist

i went to the local libe today to pick up some educational materials. i say that rather ironically because my so called education consists of the following:

• mexican textiles
  
• mexican paper cutting
  
• art 21: the book (ed. note: when will i stop being a nerd about art21? never?)
  
• php/mysql programming for absolute beginners
  
• web style guide
  
• conversational tagalog

gone fishing

i had a dream about expatriation, which set me to thinking about all the dreaming i held inside of me and how much of them would be fulfilled. while i strongly believe that a part of my soul lies in argentina, or somewhere like it, i also know that i won't be leaving the united states anytime soon, one of the reasons being that i don't want to leave my first generation parents stranded between three continents. i think about artists like marina abramovic, who lived among migrants and spent three months walking the great wall of china, and wonder if i could ever commit to my work with such intensity. i've been bargaining for a while against the artist's lot of instability and destitution, but with the lot now thrust upon me, the life of an artist is sounding its siren's call again. looking out at it is like looking out at the pacific ocean, a profound, dangerous territory that glitters on the surface. the advent of another day finds myself staring at it with deepened longing.