well say good buy to the frenchstreet studio, so ends an era of bad lighting loud music , ruckus trains and too much beer.
ahhh so ends an era!
its time to be by myself so i am moving on to another place, still looking, i always seem to work better in isolation solitudes works wonders on the imagination,
Drek the voice of God had a show over at I2I gallery here in San Antonio, it was pretty good, i admire his deligance and focus he has raised the bar some, , it was amazing watching his manic energy at work, he said he loved it, , but is probly dead pooped now from getting about four hours of sleep, over the past two weeks,
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this is the cause of it all, , but in the postive side its made me go out and find a new place somewhere, which is going to happen anyway my presants at the house, i am a guest, and i think i have worn my welcome out, so its time to move on
so what else, i am about fatigued after dreks show, on enote that drek made to me is i ma getting to wound up from drinking to much, not alot, but when i paint i like to drink a couple of beers, and get excited, this is where the problems start,
i suppose one of the issues i have had is when i like folks , i assume thay is just like me and i proceed to ham it up a bit , talk trash make fun of each other in good sport, but the problems come when i cann't read folks humor properly and arer basicly just pissing them off, .
like my dad said around the house all the time " George your pissing the women off again!" ahhh
since i don't take myself that seriously i assume other people don't either, and my words are nothing but the words of a court jesture, more out of entertainment, if anything, seriousness sorta always becomes to anxious in the long run,
