July 22, 2025

I guess I didn't get selected for the 73rd Annual Fine Art thing.

Put it out in the Universe to be handled.

Massaged.

Gentled.

Tamed.

Those are words used for horses. Assuming they're wild and we're not.

When did you lose your wild ways?

What compromises had to be made?

I'm learning not to make compromises, because they're not necessary. I can be my whole real self and it's totally okay. Better than okay.

I had visions of great big art installations last night. Things I'd made with my own two hands. Indulgent, overwhelming, emotionally captivating.

Things that would make people burst into tears over.

That's the kind of art I want to make.

I have real shoot-through-the-moon energy today.

Started taking copper peptides yesterday. Ask my husband, he'll tell you it was the limeade.

Whenever I see poorly organized art gallery websites I want to tell them, "hire me" to fix them. But I'd rather be hung on the wall than building it from the inside out this time around.

"What kind of artist are you?" I'm a storyteller.

There are really beautiful things in the ways people love you, if you take the time to notice.

We're all complicated being in the end. We're all lost and found and lost again.

My feed is showing me horses and spells again. Work ice breaker today began with, "when was the first time you used a computer for work?" My answer was the mid-nineties building equestrian websites.

WYSIWYG failures pushed me to figure out the code the hard way.

Played with AI yesterday and it kept rewriting my working code with broken code and telling me it was fixing it. Spent hours giving it guardrails it kept obliterating. Walked away and wrote the full code in less than 30 minutes myself.

The most brilliant minds are stupid in some ways. Every. Single. One.

We're specialists, not generalists. Despite what the tv message says.

People still watch tv to "pass the time," and not realize they're checking out until it's time to pass away.

"Time is the one thing we can't get more of," I said and Addie at the grocery store agreed before inviting us to join her MLM scheme. The irony.

I'm glad I've finally outgrown the most baby-of-face.