museumuesum:

Erik Olson

I Fucking Love Space, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inches

Mercury, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inches

Venus, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inches

Earth, 2011
oil on canvas, 72 x 84 inches

Mars, Fear & Dread, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inches

Jupiter, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inches

Saturn, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inches

Uranus, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inches

Neptune, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inches

The Gateway (Hubble Deep Field), 2011
oil on canvas, 72 x 84 inches

These are so wonderful!

I am currently in the process of getting ready for work. My leaky-window car needs gasoline. With the combination of severe thunderstorms, possible tornadoes, definite rain, and equally definite rush hour traffic, I’ve decided I should leave quite earlier than usual.

No rush. Plenty of time. Lessened anxiety.

The shop will be slow. Wishing I could bring a book, but we cannot have outside reading materials.

Not due in until 5pm but I will probably arrive around 4:30pm.

Every Spring and Summer my brain thinks that I have a green thumb and can grow anything. I have tried and failed numerous times, mostly due to depression which makes me forget to water my plants. I’ve tried from seeds, and from baby starter plants. And by the heat of the summer I end up with crispy, brown leaves and sprouts.

Last year I put some more thought into it and purchased a small cactus. It’s still alive, and very low-maintenance.

This year I started growing lavender and dill from seeds and within their first week they suffered drought, flooding, and getting tipped over. Well, there goes that.

At the grocery store I spotted this lovely darling, and decided to give it a home. Much better idea.

Tornadoes hit Oklahoma yesterday, and they’re headed towards North Texas and surrounding areas today. Be safe and take shelter if necessary.

Gorgeous.

I do regret not calling him last night. It was one of the few chances I had. I’ve always told him to reach out to me, should he want to discuss life in general, non-sexual things, anything.

He’s never taken me up on that offer until now. The guilt’s setting in and I want to be a good friend.

I must find the perfect opportunity. He fell in love with a sketch I made that’s near and dear to me. I will frame it and gift it to him.

You reached out for me in a crisis you brought amongst yourself.
I care about you deeply, but I don’t live a double life anymore.
I want nothing more than to be there for you, but not at the expense of losing everything I’ve worked hard to keep.

I was already awake.

7knotwind:

JERRY SALTZ
advice for artists
(quote found via:toddahh)

5,8, 9 and 10 are already frequent in my life..

Please tell me why you can’t bother to read the hours on the door if you can spend nearly an hour after closing time looking at DVD titles and other packages?

We can’t kick you out.

softkitten:

Appeal to kindness. 

My work promotion unofficially went through. I am in a ninety day training period, which started last month. I’ve been told that assistant managers in training usually require additional training time, but they don’t see that happening with me.

Bosslady is on vacation and so I’m running everything I possibly can right now. The extra responsibility is nice and makes me feel important, but I have to tell my mind and body to relax instead of being so stressed and anxious because this is only the beginning.