Untitled.
18 August 1999
dreamt that i was captured with a couple of friends (i don't know what for) and forced to play some sort of game show. they took our belts, not so that we wouldn't hang ourselves, but so that our pants would fall down. low-brow humor.
during a commercial, i snuck of through some curtains, into a backstage area, and then down into some tunnels. there were lots of cats living in them. eventually i found a manhole to the surface, but came up right near the site of a big accident. and within site of the show's producer. she dragged me back to the studio, but they were more concerned with blaming her for the accident than with punishing me for sneaking off.
all the art yesterday made me feel like i should be painting. so i gessoed over my large canvas from my painting class that i really didn't like. i did cover up a few areas that i wanted to leave though.
during a commercial, i snuck of through some curtains, into a backstage area, and then down into some tunnels. there were lots of cats living in them. eventually i found a manhole to the surface, but came up right near the site of a big accident. and within site of the show's producer. she dragged me back to the studio, but they were more concerned with blaming her for the accident than with punishing me for sneaking off.
all the art yesterday made me feel like i should be painting. so i gessoed over my large canvas from my painting class that i really didn't like. i did cover up a few areas that i wanted to leave though.