So it appears I've ultimately fallen into the "Vermonter artist" stereotype/category: constantly drawing, flannel-wearing, occasionally angsty, mild alcoholic. I suppose I might as well accept this. I've spent three years fighting it, and look where it got me; in a giant rut. Now I'm drawing again, painting again (though not well) and I just picked up some rubbish I might weld together later, some time in the near future. In the artist category, I'm doing quite well, and the reason for that might be that my living situation is not exactly, well, kosher.
Eh, there might be many reasons for why this is happening to me. Clearly, art is a stress reliever, and there is a LOT of stress happening in this old place. I don't know if I'll be able to revive the friendship me and Tom have and you know, when your roommates hate each other, it's not a very comfortable environment. So, to deal with the overwhelming emotions that come with yelling and muttering and rudeness, drawing can help. You should try it.
This bottle of wine is helping, aka my "mild alcoholism." I have work all day tomorrow (ugh) and then I'm off to my parents' house for a couple days to celebrate my li'l bro's graduation. Cheers, Jake. Hopefully, life will deliver fewer demons to your door.
Fuck, I'm drunk.
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2 comments:
Glad to hear you're drawing again! But seriously, flannel is fucking comfortable and beer is delicious. You are definitely a Vermont artist though. You can't forget the Birkenstocks and hemp.....i know you! Or maybe you've given that up?
I had birkenstocks until they died on me. Really. I wore holes right through 'em. And I'm holding a pair of pants up with a hemp piece of string. So there's no hope for me, I am afraid.
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