you were never more dangerous to know...

I just finished a graphic project I've been working on. It is based on one of the paintings I did this past spring.

Having finished it, I finally feel like I've accomplished something worthwhile after spending pretty much the last few months feeling like a failure because I can't seem to get a job. (yes, I'm still unemployed. please don't ask me about it.)

Additionally, I decided (well, not decided - but it's easier to deal with if I say it was my idea) to have an existential crisis this summer. It was long overdue, I feel. Consequently I feel more out of place and unsettled here at home than ever.

Anyway, I'm still plugging along at the job search. Doing everything I can. Though I'm thinking of doing some graphic design stuff and maybe an art business on the side (i.e. I'm going to be an artist and paint things that maybe people will want to buy?) Anyway, that's only if I can bring myself to detach from my work. Right now I love all my work so much I couldn't sell a lot of it - not in a narcissistic way, I'm just very emotionally attached to each piece.

I'll probably put the project on display somewhere, though I'm looking into copyrighting opportunities and online sources that prevent image theft first.

By finished, I mean that I finished the graphic part of it. I don't really have the money (or any money) right now to get them framed and arranged on a wall to fully complete the project. But the taxing part is finished.


for my sanity though, I'm going to have to get out of here soon.

I think that's all I have to say right now.