It�s been an interesting few weeks. I�ve ended my secular art existence, so to speak. Expanding myself. It isn�t as difficult as I previously imagined. Hell, in the last two days alone, I�ve been offered gallery space three separate times. The art scene in Vegas is small and typically eclectic, I often find myself in the middle of conversations I do not understand, and am rather thankful for my ignorance. I care not for mystics and right wing spirituality, but it�s interesting to be among these types.
I�ve met many wonderful people despite the oddness from what I�m used to. It also seems that everyone believes in karma or, being/doing/something happening for a reason. Funny, no scientist or engineer I�ve ever known has ever thought like this.
And then there was Wayne Van Nguyen. Hrm, what to say about Wayne? What an amazing person, really. I can�t express enough how wonderful it was to meet him. Here, read this to get some idea, then search around a bit and check out his clothing, the guy is fantastic. When I actually can afford some sort of set up for my shoots, his clothing will be featured in MANY.
That�s not to put a damper on some of the other personalities that I met, and that�s really the only way to describe them, personalities.
I�ve hopefully secured the participation of twins that make my skin light up just thinking about. Perfect beauties, eager to explore the darker side of human emotions in my photographs.
I�m so nervous and afraid it will fall through for some reason, I can�t explain why. They could be my next Corinne, my next pair of muses. I found a new location today as well. A place in the desert, abandoned exactly 90 days after my birth. How do I know? They left their legacy carved in still wet concrete, un-built.. abandoned. It�s perfect.
I�ve lit a candle to watch a moth die.
Speaking of moths, they have defeated the spider horde, and in fact, may very well defeat me. I�ve turned off all exterior lighting due to the absolute insane amount of moths present, and now they just beat themselves to death on my windows or wherever a speck of light may be present.
Their sheer numbers has subsequently destroyed all the spider webs lining the house. The spiders have left in abject defeat.
And here I am, lighting a sole candle next to my glowing monitor screen, simply so I may see another creature (besides myself and a certain other) throw themselves into the flames.
I�ve increased the amount of light in the universe for the sole purpose of the death of a creature.
It has occurred to me lately that I�m not nearly as nice of a person as I think I am.
Eh, anyway� Every day has been something. Some adventure, some surreal experience after another. Did I tell about my tire blowing out on the freeway at 5am? No, probably not. I probably didn�t tell about Geoff and his killing some guy through fear alone, or about the psychotic experience with the 50 year old platinum blond bartender who spoke like BettyBoop and had a pair of prize winning state fair pumpkins nailed to her rib cage. No I probably didn�t tell you about the club opening last Saturday, complete with monkeys, the cast of Miss Saigon, and a little stalker bathroom porter who loved escorting you to your urinal then striking up a conversation about you personal life while you had your cock firmly in hand. Or hell, I�m sure I didn�t mention that the poor chap losing a couple of fingers working on getting my steel belted radial unwrapped from my axle.
No, there has been much that I haven�t told. I don�t have the time or ability to relate the stories in a way that was nearly as interesting as the events themselves. I�m much better with making boring and mundane shit sound interesting (or so I�m told).
I�ve come up with an idea for another company and am in the midst of researching the idea and exploring funding options. I�m connecting with a shit load of my old colleagues and finding I have more pull then I imagined in the strangest places.
Some 48 year old tried, rather unsuccessfully, to seduce me. She managed to get my fly unzipped before I made it out of her clutches. Seduction? I meant rape.
Add on top of that a ridiculously raging libido myself, and things have been quit interesting. I�m still fascinated by the adorable red head at the bagel shop, and am still too much of a coward to do anything other then order a bagel I didn�t want in the first place. Needless to say, my bagel spending has increased since her introduction into my life. I need to hurry up and ask so I can cut back on the bagel spending.
I drank a smoothie today from the smoothie king, I believe it was a first in my life. My throat itched for 4 hours and I felt like killing someone. Is that normal for post smoothie consumption?
Geoff and I walked into a harley biker bar out in the middle of fucking no where and asked if they took plastic. So much pity was shed by the bartender that she actually insisted she buy our beers. We were, of course, invited to their memorial day BBQ tomorrow. I think they are even having a Lynyrd Skynyrd cover band! I think I�ll go. Why not?
The moth is now a smoldering heap in the pool of wax surrounding the wavering flame. The little fucker lasted longer then I thought. Interesting.
Ahhh my defenses are weakening. My strength wanes and my eyes burn. I�m off to collapse now, images of the past events and photographs I hope to actualize soon dance through my head.
What a fist fuck.
-G