SELF PORTRAIT THURSDAY!

SELF PORTRAIT THURSDAY!
7.26.12

Wake up, Craig!

I just woke up from a nap, which I never take. But I was up late last night watching a movie and woke up early this morning. So, you know how it goes.

I was falling asleep on the train last night. That never happens. I would’ve missed my stop if I hadn’t opened my eyes at the last second. (What if I had become one of those people who wakes up at the end of the line?)

But before I started drifting away on the train, I had a vision about my knit project. I imagined it being more than a photo project. Maybe it could be an installation, as well. With sound perhaps.

I can be ambitious, though. It happens. But more knitting will resume today.

xo
craig

SELF PORTRAIT THURSDAY!

SELF PORTRAIT THURSDAY!
3.29.12

This is what I look like in the morning, as I sit in my workroom and eat my oatmeal and sip on my coffee. I’ve begun drinking my coffee black again. As black as our souls. And as black as my fleece robe.

Happy Thursday,
craig

 

PS
That clown portrait I did a couple weeks ago was for my latest piece about the Cindy Sherman retrospective for xoJane. I forget if I shared that with you.

YOUR SLEEVE

This morning my one-month-old coffee maker died. Seems so.

I hate that reliance on coffee or tea in the morning. Why can’t my body just wake up instantly alert? Especially lately. I’m getting over being sick, but I still feel very sluggish in the morning. Very hard to get going.

Fatigue is not my friend, my friends. One of my worst enemies. Because when it hits me, it hits me hard.

Sometimes I don’t like the taste of coffee; sometimes I do.

What’s it going to take to get my motor running in the mornings?
Opening up my inspiration folder in the meantime: