I've been so consumed by stuff over the last few weeks I've been forgetting to pee. Perhaps I should get one of these.
Here's the breakdown:
I'm a featured artist for The Recycled Rain Project. My newest project, On | Off will be on display at the Olympic Mills Building in Portland beginning May 9th.
At work, I'm in the concepting/pre-production stages of putting together a massive photoshoot for Holiday 2015.
A few weeks ago I signed myself up for a memoir writing workshop. Having 2500 to 3000 word count goal per week keeps a little fire on my tail, but I'm making it happen.
I'm rearing A 3-YEAR OLD!
The manchowder and I are building a house out back. Consequently our garden has relocated to a farm in Sandy River.
In between the in-betweens of time I have left in a day, I can be seen building a website for one mammal and a book for another.
The knee belonging to my right leg is making a ton of noise so it looks like I'm going to have to have the hardware and crepitus sucked out with fancy medical equipment.
Aside from the dang knee :(, it's stuff that brings a sense of fulfillment to my innards. But this sense of fulfillment can also be slightly addictive if not put in check. I need to remember to pause from the stuff to sniff bark, grass and my own elbow, to caress ferns and the cats, and move slowly, steadily, like a banana slug as it inches its way across a muddy path.