Just some shameless self promotion
I wanted to write a post detailing the process of emailing eighty different artists for their biographies, but I decided that it might come out boring so I’m not going to. I will say, however, that should any of you have to contact an artist or two for any reason whatsoever, please don’t be at all intimidated. Out of all the replies I got, at least half of them contained questions about the auction they’re donating their work to (you’d think they’d know things like due dates already), a quarter of them replied with two-liner biographies, (thankfully there were artists who emailed two or so pages worth of information about themselves to make up for it –JUST KIDDING ABOUT THE THANKFULLY) and there was even one artist who pretty much asked me to write their bio for them. If I ever finish consolidating and rearranging them all into one polished information packet, I’ll be sure to alert all of the big shots in the world, including George Clooney, because I like to be acknowledged for my accomplishments in life and I learned on MTV today that George bought his personal assistant a two million dollar home. And that’s just the kind of acknowledgement I like.
The point is that these artists? They’re just people. Lazy, hyper-active, uninterested, bat-shit crazy, difficult people. They probably wash their clothes at a Laundromat and buy eight dollar Rieslings and eat tomato soup out of the carton. I mean, I know I do, and as both a writer and an artist who has SOME TOTALLY AWESOME WORK OVER AT THE 16TH AND MISSION BART STATION:

-that says a lot about how humble we all really are, doesn’t it?
**Sidenote: How I managed to capture such a gritty area in San Francisco without the slightest hint of bum or biker and, even more amazingly, IN THE SUN, is really beyond me. So for all of you who don't own pepper spray and/or aren't savvy to a typical day in the Mission district, I'm going to tell you the same thing that I told my grandma when she said she wanted to make her way on over to the station to see my work in real time: NO.