So, it’s almost 2014 which means that I get a new year of opportunity. Specifically, a year of representation from an art gallery. I have my first showing, which is a group showing, on January 9th at Nomad Pub. I believe that this is at 9:00 pm. It’s an interesting venue, and it gives my art a different audience. I’ll be posting the final details shortly, but I wanted my dear friend from Saks to get the details in advance. More to come…

Nomad World Pub

501 Cedar Ave, Minneapolis, MN 55454

I have 3 more days of class and then I can finally take a break.I have absolutely loved this semester as it has been incredibly productive and challenging. I have forced myself to experiment and grow and have completely enjoyed pushing myself. More than anything, I have learned so much from my classmates. While I am experienced and confident in the fields of art, I am always inspired by my fellow artists and I thank them for making me learn different styles and work a little bit harder than the day before. Corny, mushy, or just on the brink of insanity, I stand by my assessment. I still have one self portrait to finish. It shows the dark and artistic sides of me. I’m so close to being done, and then hopefully I can have it displayed in the Basilica’s Spirituality show in January. It’s also time for this little monster to have a date with the back of her eyelids. Cheers!

Okay………… So I live in Minnesota, and I get it. The weather sucks for half the year…… 9 months if Satan’s on his period, but a long time either way. I despise the cold, hate the driving, and detest the slop. I could almost deal with this, but the one thing that is driving me to the brink of insanity is the God-damn icy sidewalks. I succumb to the fact that I will have an annual wipeout. Every year it happens once. However, the snow fell on Wednesday and I gave in. I wiped out so hard core on the way back from painting class that my self portrait did a face plant and left a paint stamp in the snow. My spine crunched down to a height of 5’3″. I lost an inch. Ok, got it over with, right? Nope. The next day, right by the bus stop after working from 6 am till 3, the ice rears it’s ugly face from beneath the snow and sneakily steals away all my traction. I was actually air-born for a good half-second. Landed on spine/tailbone again, and crunched down to a petite 5’2″. This cannot happen again as my pathetic physique cannot take it. Thank God for Thanksgiving and the extra ‘pecan pie donk’. It probably saved my life. Anyways, that’s strike two and I really don’t want to play this game, but I’d rather not be out. So in conclusion, I’m either going to have to wear ice skates, learn to fly or just catapult myself to work to avoid my 3rd tumble in a week. Or….. I could just, ya know, learn to walk.