I found a cure

It worked.

Don't forget children , when faced with double depresso, get out there, visit a gallery, go draw at some museum, or park, or cafe, text a friend to meet you anywhere, and slowly drag yourself out of  it.

It's not medicine, the best cure for pain is to find a distraction.

Finding a Cure or Ominous Angsty Dribble of Nonsense

So my own theory to get through the double depresso is to get out of the house and like, do stuff.

And today we are extreme-testing it by literally dragging our feet to meet el Drew and visit 2 degree shows. Can't think of a worse idea. Looking at art instead of making it. Ngngn

And obvs all these doses of double depressos aren't good for decent writing, esp in a crowded train courtesy of those pesky engineering works. 

I feel ugly and fat. And  I'm riding the ugly train. 

1st Smile of the day : I found a copy of The Sun, I should keep it in case it all gets too much.

Here's ominousity picture cos like you can't be expected to read this

angsty dribble 

Nihilistic Entry

Fuck

Make Your Own Damn Coffee

Wouldn't it be far easier to just take me out of the equation all together? Just have a huge walk-in vending machine. Why even bother with cups? Just have a hose that pumps a mixture of caffeine, milk and sugar directly into your stomach.

Muffin CAM

The View From Here

CBBTW part 2! Who'd have thought

Can't b bothered to write but happier, plus image says all

CBBTW

Can't b bothered to write

Exoneration of Head Doctors

On the other hand I feel better knowing I have a condition: doctors who make up silly names, like SAD syndrome, it's all forgiven, now I know you are just trying to make people feel that there is nothing wrong with them

Although M thinks it's an excuse to push pills

Still, I like my Atychiphobia, now I have to conquer it

From creating a new word To hustling for SSRI

Such is the power of the internet.

So I spend for like, ever, to create a new word:

 And just when I try to make sure I'm the first to do so (which I am, credit, period), I  half smile at the ironic discovery of how google suggests to me to look up the following

Yes, people of various and fluid genders (boys and girls sounds better but I won't compromise politics for beauty), FEAR OF FAILURE

And if you're wondering:

Tragic, huh?

Anyone got a stash of SSRI somewhere?

PS my artist career depends on it, apparently, making art is just not enough, people have to know I do

Applying for stuff: #etisiphobia

Except I don't, take the following studio Voltaire thing, I'll think about it, I'll read about it, I may tell someone, I'll panic about it, I'll tell myself the day after the deadline it wasn't for me, whilst secretly feeling a failure.

Only this time I'm blogging about it, cry for help or exhibitionist shame?

PS Am I the only artist never to have applied to anything? And if so, any counselling services that deal with that? 

PS 2 I did apply to staedelschule and RA, so not completely useless

No Ruddy Picnic

They say rock stars start their day in the afternoon. No Bloody picnic.

Happy Ending

Not happy, obvs, as I just managed to get out of unproductive studio (unsurprising, not having launched TheSalon properly) to make it to the Kiosk cos I still have faith, but I know I'll have to drag myself to the gym, aided by probably being too late for a beer. 

Warning:

DoubleDepresso also affects writing quality

ironY

IronY is writing a blog about the highs & lows of 2 little artists and being too double depresso to even write

WTF or No Mad

Ok, like, that's not what it's why. Why the eff am I double depresso after having come up with No Mad Gallery with el Drew.... 

I know! 

It's the pressure

Geddit?

Anyway, erm, maybe Artist Run Space ARS is too pretentious. Argh now I'm Affogato 

Little voice inside me is saying just do it.... Louder voice also proposing artists combos already

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