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.

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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~!

-Mac