Strange Dream

I have some really strange dreams. Some so strange that I would never share them with anyone because it may cause people to question my sanity. Last night I had a particularly interesting one:


I was in this very urban neighborhood where the houses looked like the ones on my childhood street, only broken down and dirty. I walked into this house where there was a group of local artists and musicians and discovered they were housing Shepard Fairey, but he was living under the name "Brendan". I was watching him make art that was really horrible but kept telling him how brilliant he was.

Then I noticed that his artwork kept showing up on my body because I was accidentally rolling around in it. I was scared he was going to think I was trying to steal his artwork and present it as my own so I was trying to hide it from him. Then he told me he was tattooing it on me when I wasn't looking as a joke.


Yup.

This is how I feel too.

Love Hate Relationship

Last day of Senior Studio \(^_^)/

The printing begins...

I severely injured my mouth with my toothbrush today. I basically ripped the corner of my mouth. Who does that?
Poet is consoling me.

On my way to Boston to hang out with friends.