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I have finally finished the painting for Amy. Or so I keep telling myself. Give it a little while and I will probably find something that I need to add. It never fails. One of the final things holding me back from calling this done was that I wanted to give Amy an chandelier earring like those that she wears so often and my idea for how to accomplish this was to use a gel pen that can go over the black ink that I had already laid for her hair. But of course I didn’t really want to spend the $2 or whatever it is for a purple gel pen, so I took the painting by Michaels and just used one there in the way that they have them out so that they can be tested. I felt quite clever about this technique of being a cheap artist using my surroundings to my benefit. Better to be clever than beautiful and even better to be clever to create something of beauty.

My painting that I did last summer of Noir Marché is in a show at the moment at the university. The president of the university asked to have the artist collective show some pieces during the regent’s board meetings and we jumped at such an offer.  That will only last until Friday, but at least this gave me the push to finally get it framed. I still need glass and to give the character a belt buckle, but right now it is all about baby steps of progress. Although I found out that the file that I had to keep track of all the shows that I have presented in is on my broken external, so now I just need to push myself to call those people up on Friday to complain and hopefully get that fixed for something less than a grand.

On yet another good note for the day, I had a meeting about the study abroad program so the lady who seems to coordinate the program at my university could meet me and figure out my plans et cetera and she told me today that my application was great and I shouldn’t have anything to worry about. Late December I should know more about what is going on, which at this point is really not far away at all. She told me to not be on ‘pins and needles’ about this, but I have a feeling that I still will, probably up until the point that the plane lands in France…
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