septapus

You already know this. I’m moving in with Fenton. Zootalours! I actually have a fair amount of stuff. Depressingly enough, I have been ready to “move out on my own” since probably graduation from High School, because my parents have just been giving me stuff since I did that whole, “of age” thing at eighteen. Here’s what I have:

*One Jerker Ikea desk
*Three bookshelves
*A dresser
*A bed (I think- or hope, rather)
*A sewing desk
*A few sets of dishes (retro->chili bowls with handles, YESS!, Fluorescent rubber ikea stuff, wine glasses, plates and small plates matching retro chili bowls, and COMING SOON a set of handmade pottery: Japanese soup bowls, dipping dishes and sushi plates, as well as a teapot, mugs and several pottery casserole dishes. And a pottery fruitbowl. Awesome.)
*A toaster oven
*cooking utensils
*A set of pots and pans
*Two end tables
*Lots of other shit.

This is a print transfer I’ve done- currently one of my all time favorite medias. Art is really the only way I can say anything intelligent about the political scene in the world right now, and how that affects me. And I want people who can’t vocalize that well, like me, to see what I do, and get that same feeling inside that I get when I make art, “I couldn’t say this feeling, but I feel like this about that.”

I’ve got lots of ideas, and lots of them started…I just have to sit down and finish them. This is my can of ideas. It’s full.