T-minus 26 Days

26 days until my solo show opens at Gallery 138.

Woke up, late of course, threw on my clothes and booked out the door to fedex the package of sample videos to Brookie. Lovely day, 65 degrees and sunny and I can’t help but feel lazy when it’s like this in March. Sitting in front of the painting that I’m supposed to have finished, staring at it like it’s going to start on fire or something. MOVE DAMN IT! But nothing. I think this one is at a plateau. Not a good sign. I am definitely supposed to be done with this by now. Done and drying. But that simply isn’t the reality. Deep breaths… as my girlfriend would say, deep breaths Zefrey.

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My friend Tali recommended that I just buy two projectors so that I have them when I want to do street style installations. Well… that was more of me extrapolating from her suggestion really… still it seems like a good idea. The only problem is of course the universal problem. No money.
Sing me the saddest song on the world’s tiniest viola. Itty bitty fingers playing the softest melody ever…
At least I’m looking better than this guy

Street wizard cuddles for no one.

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Dolores style, tango in the Mission

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Crawling for crack down 8th st.