Packing packing packing / Nightmares / Art Mares / etc.

 Got some good packing done today. I gave myself a goal of being almost, or just about done packing by August 1st. I probably have at least another box run (and I'm out of tape, taking tomorrow off to run errands) but I feel good about where things are at. Bittersweet goodbyes are common with things now. I packed up the remaining hummingbird feeders. I decided not to put them up for the season, but its taken 5 months to be ready to store them for who knows how long. I also packed the majority of any remaining art materials. Still feeling creative. Some really wild disturbing shit got drawn on what I had around the other night...which was the moving boxes. The movers will probably think I'm crazy, which I probably am...a little. I do this every time I have moved, drawing on the moving boxes. Just putting the boxes back together this time (I reused many of the boxes I moved to Green Street again this time), and found boxes I have now used 4 times. A few are well into the double digits. and some of those are covered in 'moving graffiti' as I'm calling it. 

I continue to have the most lucid insane dreams and massive anxiety. Looking for new housing is probably not helping. The first time I'm letting the executor for the estate into the house is either the 8th or the 11th.

I've has had trouble with uploading to my art blog the last few weeks. password issues, but I have more pressing business, so they're going here for now. The first two things are just blowouts...things my brain spits out when the juice is there, but the focus is not. I might not ever post them anyway. Exercises for the sketchbooks, or edification/damnation later? The second two are some of my first attempts at painting things with a fetish edge to them. These two were two panels for a quad-paned assembly of images. The other two feature a a half man half octopus playing a cello. They may be gone now, part of the shedding from the LAST move. My hand is naive as hell but for a first painting its not bad. This was long before art school so I didn't even know about 'technique' or even what I was doing. I bought some basic acrylics at Aaron Brothers Art Mart and a piece of rolled canvas that was marked down because it was damaged. I cut that part off and found some pallet pieces a neighbor was throwing away and stretched the canvas myself from a book I found at the library.