As my deadline approaches my work gets pushed to the back of my mind. I've finally written my presentation piece on feminism in art. It was tough, but i did it.
Now all that is left is my 'when does art stop being art and become the business mans pawn?' essay :-/
Last night was decoration night in the pub where i work. Imagine this, a group of people, ages ranging from 16 to mid 40's. I'd say our average age was 25. As we got drunker off mulled wine, goldschlager, and the festive spirit we got younger. By the end of the night we had progressed from intellectual conversations on improving business to sliding down banisters and down stairs on our arses. A successful night, and not the last, we still have our xmas night out to go, xmas eve, xmas day night, and new years eve. Good times to be had by all :)
I need to price up my tattoos. I'm wondering whether to charge what i paid for them, a bit more, a bit less, or whether to just charge for shares? Buy a small piece of me, buy your very own artist, see you don't have to be a fat cat to be accepted by society!
Well tired eyes i bid you goodnight, 4 hours sleep and an early start, my bed beckons......
MeShell xxx
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