i'm really depressed. this sort of thing happens, typically for no reason. well, thats not entirely true. my life is depressing. somehow i can happily ignore this fact 99% of the time, but as i lay in the dark of the garage where i'm squatting last night i couldn't stop thinking about how tired i feel, how hopeless my situation is and how i will probably die homeless and penniless. but life isn't all that bad right? after all, i am in love... i think if i could trade my love for a normal life i wouldn't. in other news i've been offered a spot at iyollo, a gallery in houston texas. now just how i'm getting my work down there in such sort notice will be a miracle. anyways, here's an old sketch for your viewing displeasure.
