Current location:	Prospect
Current mood:	tired
Current music:	nnnnnnnnnnnn
Entry tags:	art

Little Homes
It's funny these little homes we create for ourselves.
Second time this semester again, I'm snowed in with a little home, a little family
Building, building, building something out of something

I've been at the Prospect Street Studios for 31 hours the past three days, mmmhmm.  I don't even think I've painted that much.  I've been struggling through shitty final exam papers and unfinished drawings.  But I finished my biggest painting this semester.  And I have three little ones that will be good to go for the show.  Please please please make my time worth it.  My art means nothing without viewers.  It reminds me of working on King Lear.  Will we tear down what we built in this little cave-in family home these past few days?  Which is the worth, the time, the product, the pain, the pleasure?  I'm so exhausted.  I am going to work in an hour.

Then I'm coming back to the studio for the rest of the day.  It's Monday now, long since Monday.  How does this keep happening?  I'm so exhausted.