So, I'm grown up, apparently.

Last week, one evening, I was sitting in the laundry mat reading when the distinct realization that I was an adult hit me. I think especially in my very early twenties, even though I had a job and an apartment, I had the expectation that my real adult life was still to come. I now believe that I am living it. This is exciting and scary all at the same time. Exciting because I am happy with much of what I have accomplished and scary because my life's wish list is still so long.

My birthday is approaching, bringing me a year closer to thirty. It is amazing how thirty doesn't actually seem old anymore, as it did when I was a young child. But it still holds significance. I can't help but feel that by thirty I want to have certain things figured out. For example, I'd like to be married and I would like to have my art be making me enough money to quit my job. I think maybe I would like to own a home as well. That last one just occurred me as I was writing.

In contrast with all of this serious thinking, I am thankful my life is balanced with the joy of being young in a truly amazing world. A little over a week ago, my boyfriend and I participated in a city wide scavenger hunt. We had to bring a camera and photograph ourselves at each of the check points. We had to figure out clues to find those check points and we could only use our feet or public transportation to get around. It happened to be the Saturday Chicago was hit was severe rain storms and we spent the entire three hours we were out and about soaked. It was a complete blast. I felt young and silly. If you want to see any of pictures let me know and I'll email them to you. Two of my favorite pictures are of when my boyfriend was trying to do a handstand in front of a sign of a president's name. The first one was taken in the pouring rain on the street, but we realized later Lincoln did not count for some reason, so the next one was taken in middle of a busy underground subway platform with the train we needed to get on in the background. We still managed to get on the train! Who says you can't have fun and be grown up?

Painting update

It seems that I paint in bursts. I used to stress about my weeks or sometimes months between painting, but the creative bursts are as excessive as the lack in between and I figure its all in balance in its own way.

Recently I finished as set of four small "fish eye" paintings that have been well received.

I call it "The Deep Blue See".

This led to another painting with the same color scheme, and of course featuring eyes.

Shortly after this time period I spent a Saturday watching the entire second season of Dexter. After 12 hours of this slightly disturbing show I was not able to sleep until producing a slightly disturbing painting. The unique things about this last painting is that I used my fingers and the tip of a marker (no longer part of the marker).

I am having trouble getting the pictures from my phone to my computer, but I hope to eventually have them online.

Two more paintings are in the works, but they still sort of count as part the "burst".