Same old shit different day. So far so good. It’s the American way. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Life’s a bitch. I will sleep when I am dead. Congrats. Looking back is always clearer. Google it. Another day another dollar. The customer is always right. Starving artist. Biological clocks are ticking away. You can’t say enough about him. Hump day. Money is the root of all evil…..sigh. I hate some cliches. Not all of them just some of them. These ones in particular. They are so crappy….and when people say them out loud I notice that it hurts my soul. Just a little bit. Anyway….I am standing in line at Safeway and the person in front of me is spouting out a bunch of them as small talk. Cashiers hate this by the way. I roll my eyes and wonder how many unoriginal conversations I have on a daily basis. That customer moves on. My cashier rings up my groceries…12.90. I pay. We don’t do the small talk thing. Just then she asks me if I want to donate a dollar to help disabled kids. “A dollar….in fact I will donate 5 dollars!” I say. “No one ever says that!” she says. So I add on five whole bucks to my total….I pay the 17.90 (math, nifty right?) and head out.
I wanted to just make a simple one tonight. It was easy and fun and all of that stuff. I know someone will enjoy this. And if not I will keep it. I am in a funk tonight….don’t know why. Just am. This gift is fun to think about. My project is all I ever think about anymore. Thats ok. I am at peace with it. I am looking at what I am going to do when it is over. What do you think I should do? Should I keep giving? Should I keep painting daily? What would it look like if I painted one painting a week based on my favorite gift that week? How about photos instead of paintings? How about just giving it all up all together? Do you think I could quit? Do you think I will still do this even if I don’t post, paint, or show everyone….? Does the Pope shit in the woods?