so, I got home and did paint brushes go in my hand. Um, no. I am roasting some more of those lovely potatoes though. I need a kitchen timer, I put a cup of water in my microwave on it's lowest setting right now for the time that I need.

Damn Gay.com! two of the most interesting people I've talked to in a long while have both been lost to me because of site collapses there these past two days. I wonder what the hell is going on with them over there. It's as if their entire server goes down.

whatever will be, you know the rest.

So, I printed the portfolio an entire week ago. Have I taken it in to my gallery contact?

no.

I'm scared shitless. I know I shouldn't be. I know I've got some talent. What if they laugh at my artist statement or the entire two lines of my biography. Oy. Buck up, Madrigle. Shoot for the stars, be confidant, be one with confidance, exude confidance from every pore. If you don't make it, take it in stride, start entering your stuff in juries shows, build up the bio, and try again later. Things often come easy to me, I set my sites, and I achieve them, I want that job, I get that job. Well I want this, and I'm going to get this sooner rather then later.

So, about printing the portfolio, have I told you how much I LOVE My epson stylus Photo R1800? OH MY GOSH! Let me count the ways! I've made prints on it before but wow its capability of flawlessly reproducing crisp details really shows brightly in the photos of my paintings. The depth is there, everything is. Flawless. I'm convinced epson is the way to go for photo printing.