One thing that has kind of stuck with me since school is that day in portfolio when the class judged each others work to decide what went in our show. You basically weren't allowed to speak. It was if you were a fly on the wall. This one girl said it looked like I did a lot of drugs.

It kind of bothered me because I really only smoke pot. I don't think she meant it as an insult or anything. But it does make me look at my art sometimes and wonder why is that what I make.

I wish my studio was bigger. I kind of hate this tiny basement room.

It almost makes me want to design a house.