Hanging out.

A week or two ago, my friend Morgan asked me if I wanted to hang some art on the wall of her Starbucks. I happily accepted. I've never hung work before, and I have stacks of it collecting dust at my house. After thumbing through a bunch of paintings Fif and I did a longassmotherlovingtimeago, I then went through my silkscreen prints and polaroids. I hadn't even touched all of my digital photos yet, and my face was kind of in a perpetual this: Photo on 2013-11-16 at 20.35 #3

Yes, I do own a Star Trek shirt. No, this is not my bedroom.  (It's Fif's!)

After a long evening of futzing, I came to what I thought was a good arrangement of work.

I'm glad I needed to insturbate this experience because I definitely would have forgotten how I wanted things to look.

In between having bronchitis, making a mix CD for my penpal, going to Disneyland to celebrate my mom's birthday, and trying unsuccessfully to keep repairing my poor Polaroid camera, I finally managed to get my scheiße together. It took an unsuccessful try at hanging things with clear wire (which sucked) then acquiescing and finally biting the bullet to use something I absolutely loathe: adhesives. I'm out a total of $35 for printing fees and hanging supplies, but I'm pleased everything worked out alright.


My housemate even let me borrow his typewriter for my artist's statement! (I probably shouldn't be as happy about this as I am. It took me like an hour to figure out how everything worked...haha.)

I'm excited because everything's completed, but I hope nothing falls down...again.

Happy whatever you're up to this week~!