Thursday, October 12, 2006

Wednesday-

10am

I started the day with a quick visit with the financial brokers at the bank and a quick deposit. Easy come, easy go.

Had an 8 star coffee at Express Yourself. I am digging the pumpkin spice. The coffee went down easy, clean, the nutmeg has a warming effect on the body when ingested much the same as cognac.

2pm

Started off with smaller canvas and the cheaper watery paints I got on a discount. Opened the window to let more natural light in, turned to itunes, select next in party shuffle. The music is a dripping avant-garde guitar riff- I start with orange, hold bottle in hand and squeeze down in the direction of the canvas.

2:30pm

Smoke break. A strange electronic polka has shifted onto itunes. The canvas is more like a painting now, blobs of wet thick paint contract as the air escapes. The weather has slightly improved that it has stopped raining yet I am not impressed since it still looks foul.

The long wait before step two is never on my list of most enjoyed activities. Its rather dull, boring, and only provides a gap of time to address something else such as chatting quickly with friends or cleaning my crumbling apartment. It only heightens my attention to the current state of my environment as I could mess the entire piece up if I don’t have some sort of control over my own desire to work.

Side Notes- Apartment.

The stove has been broken for over a month. The deck is rotting away. The toilet has had better days- the handle falls off because its too lose- the pumps go fishy and you have to jiggle the handle and then it comes off in your hands. Gail broke the paper roll holder. The fridge works well only 50% of the time and leaks, holes inside are masked with painters tape. I want to rip up the carpet. The windows are leaky and all the faucets drip.

4pm
I like to get a good look on things- one real good long look of what’s really going on and just soak everything in from the colours, the scents, background static, lighting (lighting most important). I am searching for the sign of attraction, what attracts me and what attracts you. When I lose that signal I lose interest, the picture fades and I am playing the rewind in auto mode trying to junk start the emotion- injecting pure pleasure straight on- lasts only as good as its pure liquefied attraction that bleeds from the mind.


 

@ Thursday, October 12, 2006

ALL ABOUT ANNK!

I am a painter, I eat, sleep, talk. I slack, I do housework. I write stories, I watch TV, use the computer.
I hail from Milton, my friends are from Milton. We live, we drink coffee, we sleep in little beds.

We are just like you only maybe not as close.

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MY LOVELIST

I love...
apple juice, cookies, warm summer mornings, books, cotton fibers, pastel coffee mugs, holidays, flowers, French,  rainy days, fresh laundry smell.

I also love playing Earthbound!

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MY  HATELIST

People who smell like pea soup.


HOW TO GET AN ANNK

- I like flowers. Girls like flowers.

- I like comic books- ones with crazy stories in them. That is a sure win.

- I need spray paint... to umm... decorate. Girls are totally into that decorating crap.

- I have my eyes on Leonard Cohen's new book of poems.

- I like video games so make sure you buy lots of tokens for the arcade at the theater.

Recently bought CD:
The Breeders Last Splash- Third time buying this album and this time is for keeps!


Please leave me a message and I will bet back to you ASAP!


PLEASE VISIT MY FRIENDS PLACES!

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