Art
White Diamonds
Camille Rose Garcia “White Diamonds” (2004)
Heaven on Earth?
Dear, sweet Jebus!!! A new redesign is now up and running for camillerosegarcia.com. It boasts a pretty nice gallery section featuring most of her works to date and there are claims that a store (with prints, books and more) will be up and running by the beginning of next week. Could it be possible that heaven can be found on earth? Go. View. Now!
A New Exhibit …
Camille Rose Garcia has a new exhibit currently showing at the Roq la Rue Gallery in Seattle, Washington. Check it out!
An Exhibition
Sweet Art
Heh … Throwing Rocks At Girls. What could be better?
Escorting
I figure that at $150 a pop I would only have to do eight nights of escort work to get that aforementioned art. Damn, I am such a sucker for packaging. Now, to find folks who would actually pay to have sex with me …
Materialistic Bastard
I only need $1,200 to purchase the aforementioned package of Camille Rose Garcia art. Yes, I am a materialistic bastard.
Doomsday Animals
It’s Camille Rose Garcia …
It’s Camille Rose Garcia’s Doomsday Animals. Yeah. I’m in love with this woman. So, who wants to be a sugar daddy and buy me some art?
Slammed
Damn. It’s amazing how you can sit around for months staring at the walls and then find yourself slammed with things to do. By the beginning of April I will:
1) Be appearing in two shows just a couple of weeks apart.
2) Have a gallery exhibit of my poster art.
3) Housesit three times at two different places.
4) Do my general freelance work.
5) Worry obsessively about “you-know-who.”
In other news … Over the weekend, I received the art that I ordered. It’s now hanging on the wall in my bedroom courtesy of some cheap Wal-Mart frames. Now I feel like such a trendy, hip cat. Nah, not really.
Somewhat Arty
Sweet! I have coughed up the money and now have some Camille Rose Garcia on the way. It’s only a postcard set, but you gotta start somewhere.
Creative Juices
I hardly ever do art for myself. Since I do print graphics (for eight hours a day, five days a week) the desire to break out with a brush or pencil when I get home usually isn’t there. The last time I actually painted something was way back in 1997. I feel very inadequate when I do art for myself. The great ideas swirl in my head, but when I try and put them down on paper or canvas they never turn out quite as good as they should. Sometimes, I think there is a short between my brain and my hand.
Well, the creative juices are starting to flow again and I am feeling kinda jazzed about it. It’s time to see what my mind is gonna spit out.