Life after Art

Do I have plans for life after art school?

Yes.
Yes I do.


This abstract composition is suposed to show motion, movement, and that my friends is what I'll do. I'll move. Where? To BC, the British of Columbia. That's where. To the mountians of BC!

There is good lumber up north but my spot will be Canmore... I'm pretty sure Canmore is in BC... so I'll get my lumber from up north and bring it down to Canmore. The town scene is no good though, so I go east of Canmore a few miles, or kilometers.
I build a house.

Good. I like my house.
Lots of days go by. The wood stove keeps me warm in the winter and during the summer I read books down by the waterfall.

I found the books in my house one day. Not sure how they got there but the fact of the matter is that I was reading them. Why was I reading books? There was something wrong. I was on the mountian for three years. . . that much time goes by, you start reading books.

So I gather up my things and leave.

I walk a long ways. Just following the river. I travel through many nights.

I built a lot of camp fires.

I eventually make it to New York City.
Now I design torpedos for the US Navy.

A class 7: Google 5 Torpedo.



NOTE: This entry may contain traces of peanuts.

Big Black Bag

my first day of art school

The sign read. . ."Past Room A117"

So I went in search for Room A117 and eventually. . . found it. Room A118. Thats where the transaction took place. I didn't enter the room for in the doorway sat a desk and behind the desk, a man. We exchange a few words, I showed my ID, a few more words then he says "just sign here" and points with his pen to a blank line.

I sign the line.

A quick look at the signature and he stands up and walks away. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and played it cool. I knew he'd be back. It was just a matter of time. Second after second passed by and sure enough he was back. Back with a big black bag. He set it on the desk between us, handed me some papers and the deal was done.

What was in this bag?

Carrying the weight of its contents I walked down to the end of the hallway. I took a left turn, through a door to my right and into a stairwell which led me upwards to yet another hallway. My hallway. Now it was safe, away from the watching eyes of others. I knelt down on the white tiled floor and unzipped the big black bag.

It was like opening one hundred Christmas presents all at once. From corner to corner, front to back it was jam-packed,loaded with all kinds of brand new art supplies.


Wow. I'm showing so much improvement already.