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[rm]

I just wrenched the hell out of my shoulder stopping myself from falling down a spiral staircase.

Dragon*Con app is in, although we really have no idea of our schedule for the next year. But yay me, getting it done.

Yay, TEDWomen contest app in.

Yay, another media contact re: Dogboy & Justine.

Yay, a contract I sent out TWO MONTHS AGO, was finally received, I got paid, announcement possible soon.

I'm going to get to see the new Harry Potter movie in the UK! THis is sort of weird and exciting, because it once would have been the biggest thing ever for me, and now less so, not because I don't still love Harry Potter (although my relationship has changed with it over time), but because so many big, weird symbolic things happen in my life all the time now.

Oh "these glittery, brittle bonds."

Latest set of arguments in Prop 8 case to be televised.

A tale of two salons.

Tomorrow: CARDIFF.

Comments

[rm.livejournal.com]

I agree with a lot of it, FOR ME (YMMV), except for the last sentence. I'm a very melancholy temperment, and I struggle with anxiety and depression and my art comes from both the discontents of that and the way that those things affect my pattern-recognition. That said, I am also an optimist and very innocent in some ways. I get tremendous, tremendous joy form just walking in the light.

[yoiyami.livejournal.com]

I guess that was it. The article goes on about finding beauty in juxtaposition and yet states that artists rarely enjoy the sunlight. What? The whole point of being an artist is seeing things other people don't see, seeing the beauty in ugliness, and feeling strong enough the need to express that and show other people.
You can't separate that beauty and joy from the ugliness and anxiety; it's the whole picture that artists see. Trying to present the troubles as the only side of the artist is very limiting and one dimensional. I guess I will never get used to the reaction people have when I tell them I'm an artist.