outsider art look out
canvas my aunt stretched and painted herself, so i guess this could be considered a collaboration of sorts.
then i went to the bathroom to put on a necklace and part of the chain came off and fell down my shirt and i couldn’t find it. it was not a fun moment. repeating the phrase don’t be upset by things that upset you a bipolarism that came to me out of the ether i was repeating it to remember to put it in my raymisemo twitter feed and then the chain came apart and i was like, wow irony, i am upset right now by this. hahah.
and then i was upset by this. over-thought it way too hard and all six of my sharpies were dying on me. holy fuck simplest idea/task ever made to be wickedly complicated.
tried to capture it as pretentiously as possible, forgot to turn off flash, this was the only picture where other junk on the wall didn’t creep in.
will probably just leave it as is so my successful failure can stare me in the face for years to come until some rich art enthusiast decides they cannot live without it.
gotta sign it now it’s official this shit stack was made by me. what to paint the letters, rainbow or red? ugh. should i breathe yes or no, left or right, sit or stand? yoko ono will know what to do.
thanks for nothing.
should probably recycle them. do you throw all sorts of things into your bin not sure if it’s the right thing to do? like makeup pots, razors, mascara tubes? i do.
picture of the artist.
not right now i am jumping.
holy it’s friday and 3.33pm bye now. oh i just noticed my blog time is an hour behind. must contact the nerdery.
I FEEL INSPIRED TO MAKE ART!
GOOD!
Bahaha. I feel your pain. My wastebasket looked exactly like that a week ago, except multiplied by five. Damn those things… last for five seconds then they’re dead. This is what I still have left. I guarantee you like, maybe two of these work (got distracted by something shiny or whatever while sorting through ‘em). http://www.flickr.com/photos/lintilla/3685512506/
I’d make myself an art this weekend, but it’d take me an hour to dig down to the paint tube stratum of that table…
you look so different in your flickr photos!
I don’t look like any of those. Ever. I don’t know how people ever recognize me. This is a few days ago: http://twitpic.com/8bvjs
holy fucking chameleon!
that necktie looked bloodsoaked for a sec. freaky.
my boyfriend had a complete ocd meltdown once over the shit i throw in the recycle bin. things like used paper towels and bottle caps, and corks. i was all “oooo what are the recycle police gonna come get me?” (i know original) now if i have any question on whether it should go in the bin i just throw it away instead. we’re not saving the environment but at least our bin is always neat and clean with everything stacked up nice and tidy and washed.
POGS REPLY: raymi you are good at answering questions unlike any of the other commenters who just tell personal tales. just so you know i still maintain that you are the hottest girl on the internets and i miss your delicious dinners and quick wit and sweet rack.
sigh, trade-ya pogs and are you getting money from your scale explosion?
i remember when raymi started the wear a bra because phil didnt want her boobs to hang out or something like that, ive probably been reading yer blog for 3 years now wow time flies, it’s been nice “growing” up with ya raymi
hahah that didn’t last at all. fil wants to buy new ones. and i DID wear one last sunday. coincidence.
i say just go braless its so much more comfortable and when its really hot outside u dont get braboob sweat
yeah i’m a hippie, can’t deal.