Because of the E.A.S.T. (East Austin Studio Tour. Citywide art thing, goes until the 22nd) & some Christian people I know, I had a space this weekend. Several blocks east of I-35, in the black part of town. On Saturday I sold a few of my old prints. Not much but it beats a kick in the pants. Besides, there was food, & I sure as hell felt better during that time than I ever did at Sears...or at any other "regular job".

At one time I could be a peon for a big corporation. I can't do it anymore. As the t-shirt says, artists make lousy slaves. Or maybe as I've gotten older, I am getting set in my ways. In this case, I don't mind it in the least.

Now I need to do a few works for prints, in a hurry. Not sure what I'll do yet but it will involve ink & a brush. Also gotta make more beads--& pendants. Haven't ever made pendants & if I do 'em right, they'll sell. Polymer clay + certain small objects or a source thereof. (I have 'em but won't be more specific than that. Anyone in business will tell you that when you're developing a new product, you had better damn well guard your ideas & material associated with them.)

I wouldn't say life is "good", exactly, but it is better than it was. It could be better than this, but I have to make it so.