Weird news – I actually enrolled in school. I’m getting a bit tired of sitting around with what education I’ve got and no piece of paper showing that I actually worked for it. So alas, here I am. Almost an actually bona fide student, I just need to pay off the tuition and get my wonderful I.D. and voila! Actual honest to goodness student, no poser here.

So the other night I went to several gallery showings downtown Portland. It never ceases to amaze me what one considers art. My interpretation of art is something that is creatively planned, and creatively constructed. I am not fond of abstract pieces. To me; it is as if someone just threw multiple items together, gave it a name, and then labeled it as mixed media. That’s not art, that’s what my garbage can looks like just before I tie the bag and hoist it into the dumpster, voila – mixed media.

I fear that the day is soon approaching where I will soon see a canvas painted with construction paper spitballs and that this person will recreate various famous paintings with this crude style. Also, this person will become extremely famous for interpreting so many works with spitballs no one will stump them with the question “So did you re-create so many images because you, yourself, couldn’t come up with an original portrait to spit on the wall?”