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Posts tagged as “artists” from the blog. Well, this is gratuitous as hell isn’t it? Most of these posts are about me: artist, woman, emotional being. Camicamirobot.
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After all these years, I still don’t know why I cry so often. So deliberately. I’ll sit around and read all day. I’ll read things that make me cry because they are so beautiful. And I will read things that make me so angry that I give myself a headache. None of these things are … Continue reading I read things that make me cry
The whirring of course is my laptop, and it will stop because I’m turning it off. Closing it all down and stopping work at 62% of full-time employment. I tried to compile all of the reasons why I wanted to do this in a neat little list, but it was all over the place. After … Continue reading The whirring stops at half past three
London, United Kingdom for one week in January 2017. The Startup I have been working with for 2 years and 9 months got acquired and to celebrate, we took off to London. I met my colleagues for the first time and celebrated a truly incredible accomplishment that served as a testament to everyones hard work. Hendersonville, … Continue reading Where am I going, and where have I been?
But an automated life. A boring life. Every day, you go to bed. Stare blankly, turn right, long for cuddles from a cold shoulder. Stare blankly. Turn right. Fall asleep, eventually. It’s not good quality sleep but you’ll take what you can get. You just barely wake up every single stupid day and drag yourself … Continue reading My life peaked early, now there’s nothing left
That’s what he said to me, the man with thin hair and the long black coat. I joked in my head that he must be going to the matrix that day. He turned back to me and said “It’s pen or perish.” and I asked what, completely taken aback by his comment. He repeated to … Continue reading It’s pen or perish, never forget that
I never knew that Portland was the city of roses until I got here. The sweet aroma swallowed me as I walked through the Northeast Portland neighborhoods. My partner and I were headed toward one of the many available coffee shops. After driving over 3,000 miles to get here, I was excited. So ready to … Continue reading Tragic Heroes of Portland: 53-year-old Ricky John Best and 23-year-old Taliesin Myrddin Namkai Meche-
Portland, Oregon is 3,051 miles away from my current location in Florida. That is equivalent to 46 hours of driving. When I wake up on Wednesday morning, I’ll be sure to apologize to my car for the mileage and extra luggage. My journey to the West coast will finally begin. I cannot wait to stop … Continue reading A long drive and a fresh tattoo
Are you ready for the singularity? Do you have enough food stored away in a temperature contained enclosure? It’s 27 minutes until clock in time and my black coffee gets colder by the minute. By every bassline strum by the velvet underground I am preparing for 8 hours of troubleshooting, typing, comparing data and answering … Continue reading Dark Black Ink
Saturday, February 25th 2017. I’m in a bright room in Tarpon Springs. I clicked to quit photoshop and opted out of saving my work, for the fifth time today. There’s four cats here, four humans and lots of love and appreciation, it’s very nice to have when the reality of the world maintains awfulness. This … Continue reading Finding Motivation / Mixed Media Florida Art