My first freelance art review is up over at White Hot Magazine. Take a look. White Hot covers contemporary art and some of the content on the main page isn't suitable for young eyes. Also, I get a little snarky in my review and use a word or two I wouldn't say in front of my mom. Just warning for the family readers of this blog.
Anyway, the freelance thing is going okay. I've picked up four contracts so far, including work for a couple of blogs, some media consulting for a small company and this art gig.
I'm budgeting my contracts and testing out how my time can be spent. But, if it all keeps rolling like it has in the last three days, I might be able to make a living from the coffee shop.
I'll tell you more about it soon. Back to painting the apartment now.
In another new pledge to live the life I want to live, I hope to actually start updating this here blog again. Isn't that how all long-time off blog posts start, though? We'll see.
Since we last met, I've moved into my full-time apartment on South Third Street. Apartment 5F, the number of Newman, is home for now. Thanks to some help from ellyn, the place is almost covered in fresh paint. Thanks to birthday money, I now own a couch and a bed. These are two very big purchases for someone who lived in a van for two months. The mattress is super firm, and my back thanks me every morning.
On the van front, Pam is resting on the street still, but as soon as a surly, I assume, trucker calls, she'll be on her way home to Oregon. Lucky girl.
On the job front, I've started to pick up freelance work while I wait for something full-time. Last week I started reviewing art galleries for a magazine called White Hot. My first article will be up on their Web site as soon as I get some pictures from the gallery.
Otherwise, I watch the Olympics and chill in Williamsburg. More to come, I assume.