monoprints moneyprints

what's the worst part of hell?

not enough whiskey.

i've been doing a lot of monoprinting lately (a lot.) in all three of my studio classes. i'm really glad my professors are all okay with it, i feel like everything is becoming so solidified and unified and probably all kinds of -fied's. i went to dolphin on my way home from rite-aid tonight, and laid out all the small-format monoprints i have, and counted somewhere in the sixties. they're all around postcard size, and some time i may start sending them out- the only problem is that they're mostly fail-comments: about being sad, lonely, fucked up, blasphemous. it's all there. anyway, while they were all laid out in front of me i picked out some of my favorites, the ones that show a good array of what they're like, here they are.

in other news:
i had a really good day today, for the most part. i stopped taking my medicine. probably the worst part was that i bought a pack of drum this morning (at the old price) and lost it at around 5 pm when i lied down on a bench in cohen plaza. but, that's really not that bad, so i guess it really was a good day.
i'm listening to otis redding right now, and it's good. duh. later it will be billie holiday, and it was be good, too.


"do you like billie holiday?"

"oh, i love him."