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Monthly Archives: August 2012
I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
From here: In a field of daisies
I’ll have to share the night I was diagnosed with MS with you all one day. It went from being a terrifying moment to being totally zen about the whole thing. I know, someone hands you a life changing diagnosis … Continue reading
A long long time ago…long before I knew what I wanted to do with my life, I was on a sort of walkabout if you will. I worked in a stand making cotton candy (there really isn’t anything to it as long as you have sugar, flossine and an Econo Floss Machine). I made so much of it one summer that I would leave work having had a sugar facial and for weeks after the fair, there was still sugar embedded in my skin.
It was just before things got strange and I ran off to art school. I still have fond memories of making all different kinds of cotton candy and making tips from people requesting large orders of it. It was lots of fun and sometimes it was just me and that machine.
Last year, I assisted a friend of mine when he had to make cotton candy for a party and asked if I knew how the machine worked. Even after all these years, I could still load the machine and spin a few yarns of floss. I don’t think you ever forget how to make it.
“When people are ready to, they change. They never do it before then, and sometimes they die before they get around to it. You can’t make them change if they don’t want to, just like when they do want to, you can’t stop them.”
Andy Warhol, In his own words