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stacymckenna!
I'm slowly starting to compile photos for the next photography book. Stacy was an awesome sport in putting up with me.
More to come.
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Been struggling with the dayjob. Nothing really wrong, just struggling with the pull of being an artist and the pull of needing to pay the damn mortgage.
I think I would be okay if I'd actually had some vacation in the last year and I haven't. Yes, I'll have time off for Florence, but that is so the definition of working vacation.
I mean the kind of vacation where one lays on a lounge chair and beautiful young men bring you drinks with fruit and umbrellas in them. And plastic monkeys hang off the side of the glass. Oh, and they must use a lot of rum. That kind of vacation.
Haven't had one of those in longer than a year. In fact, can't really remember the last time I had one of those.
But enough of my bitching.
It's all just a matter of perspective.
The dayjob pays the mortgage. I just wish that the art paid the mortgage instead.
But that's why I'm going to Florence, isn't it?
Just gotta keep swinging. And Labor Day is coming. I mean to lay flat. And drink rum.
In the meantime, enjoy the picture. I'm off to work.
stacymckenna!I'm slowly starting to compile photos for the next photography book. Stacy was an awesome sport in putting up with me.
More to come.
* * *
Been struggling with the dayjob. Nothing really wrong, just struggling with the pull of being an artist and the pull of needing to pay the damn mortgage.
I think I would be okay if I'd actually had some vacation in the last year and I haven't. Yes, I'll have time off for Florence, but that is so the definition of working vacation.
I mean the kind of vacation where one lays on a lounge chair and beautiful young men bring you drinks with fruit and umbrellas in them. And plastic monkeys hang off the side of the glass. Oh, and they must use a lot of rum. That kind of vacation.
Haven't had one of those in longer than a year. In fact, can't really remember the last time I had one of those.
But enough of my bitching.
It's all just a matter of perspective.
The dayjob pays the mortgage. I just wish that the art paid the mortgage instead.
But that's why I'm going to Florence, isn't it?
Just gotta keep swinging. And Labor Day is coming. I mean to lay flat. And drink rum.
In the meantime, enjoy the picture. I'm off to work.
