Honey, I'm home!

We finally got home last night after many many delayed flights.

For the record: I hate London Heathrow Airport and will never go back.
Never, ever, ever. Not even if you pay me. Not even if Lenny Kravitz offered to have hot monkey sex with me right there in Terminal 5. Forget it. Never! Ever!

Also, I'm pretty sure I caught a cold from someone on one of the 3 planes we took.

*blowing nose*

Frenchboy and I are both brutally jetlagged. Last night we were up untill 3 AM trying to fall asleep. And since I'm way too freakin' tired to do a coherant blog post I thought I'd just pick my favorite photos from each of the cities I've visited in the past 6 weeks:

Brooklyn

Johnson, Vermont

Montreal

Toronto

Niagra Falls

Chicago

and last but not least...Indianapolis

In search of the perfect Afro-puff.

This was originally going to be a long rambling post about my 6 month journey of hair discovery, and something deep and meaningfull about how at a certain point in your life you have to learn to accept who you are and how you are and how blah blah blah, but since I'm short on time, I'll just cut to the chase.

Me on April 16, 2006:

Me on April 16, 2007:

On the morning of my 32nd birthday, I woke up and chopped off all my chemically straightened hair and then went to eat bacon & eggs. I still don't quite recognize my reflection as I pass mirrors, but I think I'm just on the edge of getting used to it.

My afro-puff is getting cuter by the day.

Greetings from Vermont Part 3

Its the day before my birthday and I'm sick. So I'm laying on the sofa watching a "Freaks and Geeks" marathon with a few of my Art buddies. Yes. We are professionals. This is what professional artists do.

Later this evening we're expecting a Noreaster...whatever that is. No one can tell me exactly what a Noreaster is, but I'm sure it will amount to 10-12 inches of snow. Better late than never I ordered these:

Please feel free to laugh at the thought of me wearing these boots. But as long as my feet stay dry I couldn't care less. Plus it was either these wacky boots or plastic bags wrapped on my feet.

Greetings from Vermont Part 2

Without a doubt the best part of "Art Camp" is meeting other artists, who in my case have become real friends.

From Left to right: Liz, Natalie, Nellie, Julie, Jason.

Only this cast of characters could convince me that going on a "nature walk" would be fun.

And when we're not hard at work: Ping Pong!

Greetings from Vermont

Its colder than a witch's tit and it snows everyday, but it's totally worth it.

I've been in Vermont for a week now. So many things to report , but so little time. I'm forcing myself to use the internet no more than 20 minutes each day unless it's work related.

I was assigned one of the most beautiful studios in the building and throughout the day all my new art-friends stop by to peek in.

As usual I have 3 projects going at once. Nothing serious yet. I'm mostly just setting up and getting used to my space.

More photos coming soon!

New York Blah Blah Blah

In New York City everything changes and everything stays the same.

It's lovely and dirty and wonderful and fucking horrible. Thursday I met up with Buddy for lunch and we almost burst our bellies on steak and wine.

Before liquor

After liquor

Later that night we met up with Tasha (who is just cute as a button by the way) and we about did ourselves in completely by hitting the 25th street gallery openings....where I saw the same art nerds that I knew way back when I still lived in the city. We laughed, pointed, and drank up free wine untill they finally threw us out at 8PM.

Saturday Kelly and Kasia hosted a semi-birthday bash at their sweet place in Brooklyn....complete with an easter egg hunt, a pinata, and plenty of gluten free and vegan food. Fun was had by all.

bottom line: I love my friends.