June Gloom

It's the halfway point of the year. I am actively trying to figure out what its all about. I’m writing this down. I've gotten away from my writing practice these last few months, I'd say due to a general feeling of hopelessness. Between being sick, the day job blues, it's feels easier to just talk about it or not talk at all sometimes. I've been in the studio, just in it, the making is even suffering. I leave for ______ in some days for some days to suss out the next empire of dirt show. I don’t want to hope for anything at this point, I’m more in the mood of it will be what it needs to be. I saw a quote the other day that everything we desire lies on the other side of shamelessness. I don’t know. I struggle with feeling unrecognized and  not so much shame so. Truthfully a lot more often, i feel unrecognizable to myself. I've had a hard time even recognizing my name. It doesn't feel like it's mine. What does anyway? If you talked to me I'm very paranoid about someone taking my cat. Who would do that?

This month, I've got an interview with the painter _____________. We used to be repped by the same gallery. We don’t talk about that. He was one of the first artists i met when i moved back to _____ for grad school. We don’t talk about that either. We even have some mutual acquaintances from my greater past life, and still, we don’t talk about that. You'll just have to listen to the interview to hear what we talk about. Until then.