I looked this week straight in the face and then stabbed it in the eye with pitchfork. And I fucking won.
Just wanted to proclaim that I finished the fucking drafts of all the press packet stuff just in time Tuesday night (cover letter, artist statement, biography, resume, etc.- all the shit that’s like pulling teeth to write).
And wrote a paper due for the painting critique, which was a success (i.e. good feedback, not “this is bad and why are you here”).
And finished a website project- which was pretty much ‘make a website’- in time for that critique. And yes, it worked. I even had the option of postponing my presentation until Monday, but I said, “FUCK NO,” and presented the hell out of it. Successfully.
*BTW, if you’re a potential employer who stumbled onto this page, that’s probably what you’re after*
So yeah. Tonight I’m going to borrow the paddy wagon from the cops so I can go start and win some barfights.