anyway, they left the 4-foot high wrought-iron perimeter fence up, for some reason. Maybe they figured it would render the evidence of their scorched-earth redevelopment tactics invisible? I've been holding my breath waiting for the first report of a five-year-old drowning or getting tetanus or something awful at that site, but now it is apparently on someone's radar, since today there is orange plastic mesh covering each of the 40-foot holes in the wrought iron fence. Thank God.
what i meant to talk about though, was the workshop i attended today on Writing An Artist's Statement. I had high hopes. The impenetrable calculus of how to succinctly and with devastating skill transpose all of your best creative ideas into language was about to be cracked, or so i thought. Instead I sat down, somebody said "There's chocolate, you know," and passed me a broken-off half of what looked like one of those fund-raising candy bars (good stuff, i'm not complaining), and our dear, sweet, slightly nervous, fidgety hostess asked us to pair off and tell each other in 2 minutes what our artwork is all about, so that we could each introduce our partner and talk about her work to the whole group. AGH!
well if it makes you feel any better, I just ate the better half of one of those HUGE ENORMOUS GIJUNDOUS LARGER THAN LIFE (i don't know why these are made other than for situations like tonight and people like myself) hershey kisses. i feel like i'm going to throw up but at the same time its this deep satisfaction.By shellie, at 8:41 PM
i will probably get ten more zits tomorrow and crash early tonight, not finishing my work as previously planned.......all because of mass produced TOO BIG Chocolate.
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