It's been some time since I last updated this thing. Last Friday night I had an art show at the hostel where I work. It was well attended, profitable, and there was free booze. A good evening, all things considered. Some photos from the thing:
As I say, it was a good time. But I'm not a social animal, and when put into these kinds of situations, I tend to lapse into a period of hermitude. I took advantage of this and bolted down to Santa Cruz. I spent a couple of days at my teachers place, getting my ass kicked and not thinking about the world at large. The last night I was there I spent some time wandering around the property. Everyone out there turns in pretty early, and in keeping with my normal night owlish ways I didn't. He lives in the mountains, the crisp air nothing like what lingers around the city, so I retraced old paths by starlight. I followed a deer around for a while, sat under a tree containing an owl, and listened to coyotes having some kind of untoward coyote party (as is their wont). Picking gravel out of my arm for the next couple days was a continual reminder of my own incapabilities and growth. I'm working now on more paintings, but I'll wait to post anything about those until they are done.