IN this relationship, I am absolutely nothing to you, and you are absolutely nothing to me. And in this, I really am actually absolutely nothing, with no existence. In relation to everything, I am nothing. In relation to anything, I am nothing. Who is the "I" that you disagree with, that you think is disgusting? I have no existence; that is, I have no possessions, no aspirations, no thoughts, no friends, no consciousness. There is no part of me that will remain, there is no part of me ...
hehe, there's a lot on my mind today, and I'm not quite sure how to put it out... Next week is midterms, and it's going to be crazy insane. I've got three midterms and a speech (all of which I should be studying for/working on.). Last week went by in a flash -- I did almost all of my homework for it last weekend so that I could spend the time studying. But then I got sick again. REALLY sick, and I'm still sick now and it's been more than a week. It's a bad chest cold, ...
Officially I start my new job tomorrow, although I've actually been doing it for the past two months but have also been supporting my replacement in my old job. I'm starting my new job with an audit. Joy. Not the most auspicious start, but there you go. So I'm away for four days next week, which is the longest I've been away from my family, and I'm dreading it. I love my new job. It's really interesting. I miss the customer facing aspect of it, but the move has enabled me to reintroduce ...
After several months of labor (while working full time, mind you) I have completed the latest in my series of "icons". This one is something of a contemporary take on the penitent Mary Magdalene...the "scarlet woman"... kneeling and somewhat teary-eyed. Like the rest of this series, this painting is deeply rooted in my love of art history. There are elements drawn from Byzantine icons, Medieval European and Persian book illuminations, Japanese Ukiyo-e prints, early Renaissance ...
Death sleeps soundly upon her ivory pillow coal eyes stare up at the void of starless sky.