My friend Natasha was visiting. In her fashion she called me up without warning and said "I am coming today or tomorrow, don't know how long I will stay." But that is fine with me. She stayed for seven days.
We watched Mad Max 2 and Mad Max 3 and Escape from New York and El Topo. We made collages. We went to Hollywood and Westwood and Little Tokyo and the beach. It is hard to get used to being alone again when I get home from work. Turns out humans are social animals. Don't get me wrong, there were times I wanted to be myself and couldn't, but overall it's a good thing to have friends visit or have friends at all.
I can't wait to move North. I can't wait to start school again. In the way that life is ironic, Natasha is moving from San Jose to Los Angeles to go to UCLA as I move from Los Angeles to San Francisco.
Today I watched some movies (American Movie and Confessions of a Superhero) and I started to think. Maybe the world needs insane people. The world needs people like Daniel Johnston and Henry Darger and maybe that is my destiny. Maybe I am mentaly ill after all and that will make me a great artist. Mostly I'm probably just full of shit.
My next painting will be about this girl (but I have not chosen a photo or what the painting will be about):
I know I want bright colors. Maybe halos and rays. Pink shadows ala Francis Bacon? Any suggestions? I like it when people decide for me what to paint.
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