day two and three

we've only just begun to live. white lace and promises.

day two and three, bitches. or, as we sometimes type, "bithes."

day two and three, bithes.

so, i started filling out a few grant applications on nyfa.org yesterday and today. easy but annoying. you can do it all online, saving your work as you go... which is stellar, but whenever i start filling out a grant application, i feel icky. like i start to make the icky face and shudder in my shoulders.

it just feels very wanky. like "give me money 'cause i'm super cool and my art is so deserving and i have such a new take on life and my art expresses the human experience differently and in a new way from all art that has come before it." which is true, i guess, but also, a little not true.

mini treatise on art in america: america should put more energy and cash into art. it's good for the culture, it nurtures non-violent behavior, and it deserves more than just a place in the capitalist marketplace (where revenue determines quality). end of treatise.

so anyway, grant applications: super easy but a little icky.

i'm going to continue to do it right now on nyfa.org. where they let me save my work as i go. bithes.

also, i'm going to try to spend an hour writing today. i'm making myself find time to do it because of you, blog. so word. i feel very Julie and Julia with you in my life.

k, happy day!