I sent my sister off to school last weekend. I didn't cry but I miss her already.
I need to get more sleep. There's so much to do! There's always someone here. An old friend or a friend of an old friend that is now my friend. I love having people over.
And in the few moments I have to myself-- I need to focus, I need to create...I'm sitting here trying to create imagery after a seven hours of grilling and drinking. It's impossible. I just sit here and worry about my little sister. Or about next weekend-- about the exhibition.
But this is the good life. All I've been doing is making art, drinking beer, eating good food, and hanging out with some incredible people. The weather is beautiful. The last week has been tomato and fresh mozzarella on the porch-- barefoot with friends. Music and joking about how our house is slightly crooked. Hanging lanterns from the front porch and painting tables with Dali's elephants in the back porch. Beer and cigars with a makeshift ashtray and gentlemen that help me open my beers.
My classes are fascinating. My engineering roommates laugh at them but they wish they could study films and dreams. I work hard.
I'm surrounded by people constantly.
Someone from years ago has come back into my life.
Peru was wild.
Back to work.
