Successful sunflower in my curb garden. Plus some old dude.
Jenny Offill gets at this idea in a passage from her novel Dept. of Speculation—a passage much shared among the female writers and artists of my acquaintance:
“My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monster instead. Women almost never become art monsters because art monsters only concern themselves with art, never mundane things. Nabokov didn’t even fold his umbrella. Véra licked his stamps for him.”
I mean, I hate licking stamps. An art monster, I thought when I read this. Yes, I’d like to be one of those. My friends felt the same way. Victoria, an artist, went around chanting “art monster” for a few days.
Source: What Do We Do with the Art of Monstrous Men by Claire Dederer
It ain’t quite there yet. Too busy to shrink down to avatar-size, and doesn’t fit well inside a circle. The super gay electric hot pink is just right though. For the rest, back to the drawing board.
Traci will cut a bitch. Get on Traci’s BAD side and you’re fucked. Get on Traci’s GOOD side and… well, you’re slightly less fucked. Steer clear of Traci is all I’m saying.
Fuck. I have a perma-scowl these days. If it’s not the global mishandling of the #pandemic (and how people are acting like it’s over!), how big pharma is profiting off illness, how we criminalize #poverty, how #racism is on the rise, how #trans folx are being targeted by the alt-right, how populism is on the rise everywhere, how the #ClimateEmergency is being ignored, or… or how about how my own gay brother is comparing the “struggles” of the whyte nationalist #FluTruxKlan convoys to the struggles of queer liberation! (“They just want freedom! They’re just like us!”) 😫 Or how… well fuck, the list goes on, take your pick! I try to stay positive, I try not to spiral… I workout, I garden, I sketch, I focus on work (so grateful to have a job where I can keep working from home!), but it’s harder and harder these days. So tell me: how are you doing? Where are the silver linings? How do we fix this shit?