The author of the article herself ordered them!
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Fortunately the original version of this drawing is still good for something. My favourite NRC editor ordered a print. But I am not going to the post office until tomorrow, because we are heading downtown now to check into the hotel of my other favourite client. My client the hotel manager wants us to come have a taste of the atmosphere or something, so we are sleeping out. I'll be relaxing in the bath tub tonight, watching HDTV.
There you go, still making money off work I did in 2006. Finally someone ordered Ramsey Nasr, I knew it the minute he was elected poet laureate. And I'm happy, because he's one of my favourites.
I sold a print the day the illustration was published. Fast drawing, quick succes. Right now I am working on a sloooow drawing. But the end is near. Just don't distract me so miuch, you guys!! Except Piffin of course, it's her birthday. Speaking about fast. Twenty years ago I lay there giving birth, and it feels like yesterday. This was my contraction music, when I listen to it I can still feel them.
These authors never stop selling, it is a great thing. About yesterday, about Twitter. Laura asked do I not get distracted enormously. Answer of course is yes, yes I do get distracted. There is no denying. I am an easily distractable person, I welcome distraction. Maybe I have a diagnoseable concentration condition. I didn't nearly get as much work done as I had planned today, but that also happens without Twitter. And that is why I need and love deadlines. When there are deadlines in sight, I drop everything, and I work really really hard. Swear to god. But I thought of another reason why I like to Twitter. When I was a wee little girl, I already carried my heart on my tongue. Much to the dismay of my parents. Often, after dinner table conversations, they turned to me and stressed that the whole street didn't need to know about whatever. Of course I disagreed, I loved (and love) sharing stuff with the whole street. I don't think there are even family members left reading my blog (let alone Twitter!), I think they lived in constant fear of me talking too much.
I am happy Hans Verhagen was awarded the PC Hooft prize, I can make some money off it. For the same reason I hope Ramsey Nasr is going to be elected national poet, I have got quite a nice one of him too.
Every once in a long while, I still sell one of my authors. This one is Levi Weemoedt, he is a beautiful Dutch poet. I printed Abu Dhabi for a family here in my street, they were visiting there the same weekend I did the drawing. They are going to move there, take the print, and make all the Abu Dhabiens laugh. I've got everything the wrong way around, they said. Never mind. I do things the right way around too, like joining a gym, yes you are reading this right. And I joined not just any gym, I joined the gym of the University of Toronto, one of the top 20 universities in the world, mind you. So why did I join there, you ask. Well, they have an indoor track, and since I am no way not a chance going to run on snow and ice -and it has started- or -for that matter- on a treadmill -I am not a hamster- the UofT indoor track is nothing less than Columbus's egg. I have bought a four month membership, so it'll have to be spring four months from now. My friend Michele and I had an excellent work-out at the UofT this morning, and after that, we had sushi for lunch. And felt very urban.
Today's Montreal music, enjoy!
Here's my old prickly self with yet another lovely giclee print. It's a nice objective way of establishing which are my best drawings. The best ones will sell. I wish I could effortlessly repeat the success of this one, or Noah's arc, but it doesn't work that way. The good old ups and downs, nothing goes without them. Artists get judged by their best works anyway, so why worry. Never be more then two weeks away from your best work, that would be an ambitious enough goal. I am starting Russia, but I am waiting for the man in Russia to brief me. I know he is traveling along the Volga river, and Google Earth looks promising, but I would like to know roughly what he is going to write about before I start.
Yes, it is Monday, and I did do laundry. But there is a storm on its way, so the laundry stays inside. I am happy people like my VPRO cover so much that I am selling prints like hot cake. Right. I can't say much about Orbit yet, he's totally doped out on Tramadol. Our neighbour Johannes, who is a chemist, says we need a lock on our kitchen cabinet. With Michiel's Oxy's in there too. Which I don't think he is taking anymore anyhow. Not that his thumb isn't still killing him. But he switched to something more naturopathic, my dear alternative husband. The porch now smells of hippie shit in the evenings. Peace. Oh, and look at my feet, Piffin gave me a pedicure with her Dremel.
I love to sell prints, and it's happened again. I've been wishing for someone to order this drawing. I have a more than excellent printer, his only downside being his location. In the middle of a residential neighbourhood somewhere in Eglinton. Which means I have to take the streetcar, then the subway, then a bus, and then walk five blocks. I could jack up my price and use a courier, but I don't always mind the trip, it's kind of meditational. I have noticed there is a bus service between Eglinton and Broadview, but I haven't tried that. I often wish I was more adventurous.
