some new letterings look fine.....just fine....fine

Ohhhh wow, wowwy wow wow. I've been up for far too long. But then again it's only been 4 and a half hours, I've gotten a lot done so far being at work. Of course it's not work related. But you could say I've been "investing work time for my own work and work things related in my area of work." You could even be like a Dad, and make a Dad comment like, "I was doing my own research for my (double finger quotes below the eye line) "projects".

I love saying that, becuase you know when you say it to someone you're thinking to yourself, "wow, I sound like such a douche right now......research, I'm not a scientist, I'm looking at pictures." Hence why I love using that phrase.....not because I love feeling like a douche, but because I know my job as an artist is the shit and I don't have to do conventional thinking, no instead of reading business books about the best methods of making a gain for some other person, I get to "research" Birch Doorskin Plywood at the local lumber yard, in which I tell myself "Anthony this is a very crucial decission...."what is the best adhesive glue to use on foam board?" sigh.....................(this is the point in the paragraph where I'm like "wait, what the fuck am I talking about, is this even coherent?"

That is why I love what I do. I don't have to look up anything or do anything for anyone but myself. The amount of success I may taste one day all depends on how hard I push myself. My satisfaction with life cannot be determined by anyone but through my own input within myself. Not how many asses I have to kiss while trying to climb Business Ladder of Corporate Sellouts! DOWN WITH THE MAN I SAY and UP WITH THE HUGE SHARPIE MARKRES! no seriously, who wants to obey some other sell out sitting in what seems to be a nice office, but is really just a larger version of a cubical day after day.

I agree with my mom that you should be your own boss, and hence I understand why she wanted me to go to law school. But law school and a court room do not mix with any of the products and or hats I put on my head. I mean, using one of my friends examples in a sense...."i'm sweating in bewteeen my fingers....HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE". I'm to crazy to argue cases...to indecisive.....I argue to many cases of my own in my head that I would seriously just not make sense in front of a judge. I'm sure if I ever did it, an unconscious stream of thought would just explode out of my mouth while making my last argument.

"your honor, alizarine crimson was ALWAYS at the scene of the crime.... In Exhibit 1, 2, and 3 he left marks upin the pallette, (pointing with an oversize metal pointer)...here.....and here.....and also here!. One might your honor, say that mr. alizarine is a very good color to start out with, but the KEY is TO ADD!!! TOO ADD YOUR HONOR!!!! traces of Cadmium Yellow Light. It is neither just Mr. Alizarine, or Mrs. Cad., but both who are responsible for this overpriced piece of artwork. YOU SEE the Cad. Light is the one responsible for these amazing and bewilldering patches of greatness.....it's not the person sitting before you....THE PAINT IS GUILLLLLLTY!!!!! All you have to do your honor is think to youself....and ask yourself this question......"If I were Ms. Cadmium Yellow Light......would I either be squished around before being used in order to get my pigments and oils all mixed together properly......Or.......would I skip D'Ann's advice and just get squirted straight out of the tube leaving puddles of oil all around my pigment."

sigh..................sometimes I'm just too much. I hope someone at least understands what I'm talking about. Anyway, that's why I can't be a lawyer right now mom, I'm just to darn obsessed with paint. The consistency, the colors, the way it smells on freshly painted walls, the way it turns into the color of your dream right before your eyes. It's all about the moments when your mixing colors and you're like ....."EUREKA!!!!!!! I WANNA BE THAT COLOR!!!! I WANNA BE YOU MR. COLOR!!!!!!!!!! WHY IS YOUR HUE SO SPECIAL TO ME!!!!!!!"

When I was in highschool and working at O'Leary paint, I would dip my hands in the gallon of paint I was mixing for some customer if no one was around. Both hands....BOOM! right inside the can.....just so I could feel that acrylic sliding inbetween my fingers and around my knucles. Of course there was always a trail of paint from the mixing room to the utility sink where I would wash my hands off, but no one ever knew.

This my friend, is what it's like to be at work at 8am. Although since I'm an artist and lazy, make that 8:30 since I never even wake up that early. I still can't figure out why my boss scheduled me for such an early shift. I've been sitting here looking at old pictures of the Depression and the Civil Rights movement for so long now. Damn good pictures if you ask me.....almost.....too good. To all you lovebirds out there, too-ta-loo and until next time.

Book of Choice right now: "Your Vigor For Life Appals ME", Robert Crumb.