my daughter, the photographer.

she did a great job too, huh?

promising future in photography? who knows. for now, she is still determined to be a fashion designer.

my personal label project

ever sit down and think about exactly how many statistic lists you could put your name into? all those nice little boxes and cubby-holes we like to put people in everyday. just for kicks, i think i am going to put together a collage... a sort of society-self-portrait of the labels given to me over the years.

the negatives: (or at least potentially problematic)
child of a broken home
childhood abuse survivor
rape survivor
alcoholic
addict
convicted felon
teenage mother
domestic violence victim
unwed mother
high school (and then college) drop-out
divorcee' (i kinda like saying that... in a snobbish tone... i'm a divorcee')
domestic violence victim

and lets not forget all those lovely psych diagnosis's:
bipolar
dysthymic disorder
borderline personality disorder with anti-social and narcissistic tendencies
chemical and alcohol dependence (though in full remission, the label is still there)
and just plain ol' run of the mill depression
(amazed that i can still function with all that goin' on at once huh?)


the positives: (in my opinion)
recovering alcoholic
recovering addict
single mom (not really, cause pete's there, but sort of)
working mom
struggling artist (but not really struggling... just getting started)
sponsor
sponsee

and wait... here it comes... my personal fave... *gasps* i'm an actual soccer mom...


nice how society has given me way more negatives than positives. but its okay... they offer pills to fix all of those things they say are wrong with me...

keep in mind, this not about what i think about myself. i, for the most part, think i am a wonderful person, with lots to offer the world. the point of this exercise is to sort out the false labels and pigeon-holes i have been placed into, and to discredit them in one way or another.

start imagining the painting, cause i think its my next project.

and the results are in...

the finished product. fabulous, if i do say so myself.

no, i'm not dead

at least, i dont think that i am...

i've been away for a while. and i haven't been doing much artistically lately either. i designed a cubs tattoo for pete, which he will be getting done tonight (here's a plug for no regrets)... so that he might show his cubbie pride at the game friday.

the gallery reception for the 12 x 12 is at 6:30... once again i get to see my art hanging up somewhere other than my house.

oh yeah... i got all my hairs cut off this past weekend, and i LOVE it.