never a dull moment.

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.

back

on the road again!

independence.

Cold beer, burgers, and fireworks at the capital-- the best place in the world for America's birthday. Two years ago I was singing the American national anthem on a bus in New Zealand. Last year I was cheering in an underground bar in Cesky Krumlov, Czech Republic. It's kind of nice to actually be in the country for the holiday. I wonder where I'll be next time.

You try taking pictures at night while driving.

I am totally exhausted. My hand is on my stomach and it is rising and falling like someone asleep.

I had a dream that one of my ex-lovers was actually a robot that crumbled in my hands.

Oh, and the whole point of this post: (my new portfolio)
http://fawna.carbonmade.com/

portrait.

Yesterday, as I was walking back from work, a man stopped me. I didn't know him-- for some reason, homeless men are really drawn to me.

"Can you see that?" he pointed at the sky.

The sun was breaking over the clouds.

"Do you know what you're going to do now?" he asked.

I think he was insane.

"I'm sorry," he said, when I didn't say anything. "I scared you."

Monster

Last sculpture by me ever.

it's where the heart is.