the blog in the art school, huh?

sitting here in the brow typing away, some time in winter of 2009, skeddadeling ever so slowly towards graduation. THIs is what we do, insignificant stuff demarking our INSIGNIFICANT moments on this planet. well, that is one way to put it. people talk, somewhere behind me, someone laughs. there is nothing to laugh in the life of a painter. then again. i am no painter. am just living here in the painting studio. with the furniture, the checkered couch. the paintings of the mechanical abstraction. oh yeah/ my writing suks 2day, who knows why. can happen to the best.