on this fine day, yes.

I have once again taken the lovely matters of life into my own hands.
We have received many calls from the landlord requesting the removal of our sculpture in the front lawn.

Majority of the house rebelled against his wishes, but the reality of the situation stayed with me. Alone, I took it down, and then sat on my front steps to watch the blackbird on the electrical wire above sit, rest, and enjoy, as he had been for several minutes during the disassembling of the piece.

Before the cleaning, I viewed him as daunting as literature as taught me, afterwards I watched him clean his feet and live no differently as we do now. I went to take his picture, and he flew away.
In this moment I remembered how we can try to preserve something so wonderful as a building a sculpture with your closest friends, or watching a bird sit and enjoy everyday life, we must fly away and continue with our
responsibilities in life.


And this was a fine day, yes.
-CM!

I'm starting a new blog.

Again.
I've gone through three now.
Each of them seem to group together with very specific periods of time in my life.
My first one was on xanga.com, my second on livejournal, and now blogspot, well, now Blogger.
I enjoy the simplicity of this one.
That and this account is a lot more universal and more low maintenance.

SO! Let's start off the new blog with some NEW NEWS! Yippee.
I just finished up my first lovely year at SMFA, Boston, and am finishing up my first lovely year living in good ol' Allston Village (Boston.) I'll be moving down the street to FORT! 2.0 May 7th, leaving my current location at The FORT!. Chris and I will be moving to 2.0, and the rest of the house (Stevius, Bill and Conor...along with non-FORT![house] members, Amelia, Sara, Birdman, Vincenza, Schooney, Joey, and Adam) will be following us to 2.0 in Sept.

It's a lovely place, at some point, I will be inviting you all to see this wondrous house.
Pinky swear.

I can't help but think about bringing up my late friend Chet.
This is a blog, and along with art topics, I am planning to bring up personal topics. I do plan sharing the piece I did for him once I have my speed flash back into my hands. (Lighting; It's one of those things I will always be picking about) I might as well bring it up briefly now;
Chester Wayne Burchett, II. I met him this past Fall, and although not too long ago, we became extremely close friends, extremely fast. I held him in such high regard, and really cherished each moment we shared, even before all of this. He taught me such important things, including, truly believing that I am attractive, and a lovely person, but not because I'm a "nice person", but because I am lovely. Also, he was really the first friend I really had that I felt fully comfortable believing in the things that I do. Pretty much, he made me feel okay that I am faithful, and that feeling of comfort didn't leave when I left his presence.
That was a biggie for me.

Either way, he was an insanely strong figure for me in my life, and a wonderful friend.
On March 1st, 2009, at roughly 3:00pm, he hung himself by his belt.
Life Won't Wait.

I'm still struggling with his absence, and the feeling that I wasn't there for him as much as I should have, but I am also learning that none of us could have stopped him.
Acceptance is a rough path, but I'm trekking it.

I would like to say I would kill to see him again,
but I've learned fully, how horrible it is to lose a person, not just family, but a person that you , yourself, have chosen to be a part of your life...and I couldn't do that to anyone. I couldn't take someone away from people. I'll just have to accept what has happened, and live on from it.

I got my first tattoo for him, something I had been drawing on my palm since maybe as far back as middle school, a small cross. For not only my faith, not in Christianity, not in Judaism, but in just faith itself, and for the comfort in what I believe in for anything in life.
Just for believing with what I believe. And to have Chet close to me. He taught me how to be proud in what I felt about everything, he taught me how to be comfortable in myself. And I will never let that go, I'll never let him go, really.
And I don't want to, and that's okay. :)


Anyway, artwork will be up soon. Pinky swear.
Love, love, craaazzy love,
-CM!