When someone wanted my pickle. Yes, my pickle- sounds a bit salty. Someone wants your pickle too!!!

Art. Life. Pickles. Seagulls. What does this even have to do with anything. HOW THE FUCK ARE THESE THINGS EVEN RELATED?
They are.
Who would want a pickle painting with a halo? Seriously.

You might feel like you're not worthy, or totally insane, or both. You might be creating things that make no sense. Seriously though. Someone, wanted my pickle painting. My friend Chris. He's a nice guy. HI CHRIS!
I don't even remember what the story was behind it, I think it was when I had a jar of pickles I wanted to get rid of and my husband (the one I almost killed on numerous occasions) drove down the BK parking lot where the seagulls were and decided that was a place to throw them outside. The seagulls were waiting there all the time, and it's like, they're soooo resilliant...

I really admire them for that. They're there, waiting for french fries, and pickles. They don't give up, they are consistent.


You make art, and you don't know why, or who it's for or why you even feel the need to do this? Like there is something wrong with you?

You have a condition, that no prozac will ever cure. It's called the Unrelenting Condition of Being Creative.
LISTEN TO THE CALL, and watch the actual video from the incident. IT happened, when the one of the seagulls swooped down, and snatched a pickle and it LANDED ON MY HUSBANDS TRUCK AND HE WAS NOT HAPPY :( AT ALL. Very very uptight, he was back then.


How did I know these days would have soooo much to teach me?


HERE IS THE CALL -- I actually talked for a long time and didn't hit the button... OMG.

http://www.freeconferencecalling.com/recordings/Recording.aspx?fileid=LA3977_03172016130745744_1098203&bridge=179983&email=&accountid=1344131

Not only that BUT here is the actual day I SPEAK OF... when I pissed my husband off with a pickle....

Now that, is a beautiful pickle!