T-minus 15 Days

15 days until my solo show opens at Gallery 138.

Passing out more flyers today. Love people’s reaction when I hand it to them.
It’s typically split in to two categories:

1)
Oh My God Zefrey!!! That’s fucking hilarious! Jesus christ, where in the fuck did you do that?!

(and then ensues a conversation about the corner of Market St.& Montgomery St. at 7:45am in San Francisco, with the weather being 42 degrees and then little glances towards my genitalia and smirking…)

2)
They take it, look at me, shake their head, fold it, and put it in their back pocket and ask me how I’m doing.

(and then ensues a conversation about how I’m doing really great, thanks for asking, no, really things are going super, I’m in love, yes, art is going well, moving to New York, and you?, oh really, that’s great, wonderful, I really like that taqueria too, I can’t believe she’s pregnant, ad nauseum)

Ocularpation (still life with creamer)

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Speaking on the phone for 5 hours with the most beautiful woman in the world. My ear gets sore, but I never run out of things to tell her, never tire of listening to her voice. It’s amazing, it truly is. I never knew that I could care this much about what someone else said or did. Telling stories for hours, discussing things from angles that I never dreamed were possible. Truly communicating with someone. Fucking blows my mind. Tons of fear and weirdness getting exposed to the light of scrutiny and vanishing like mice when you flip the lights in the kitchen on.

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Chinese Old Year

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Indeed…