How did I get to be 43 years old? It seems like just yesterday I was wearing braces, learning long division, and harboring crushes on every cute boy in school
I was going to get all deep and introspective in this blog post. But I’ve had a hectic couple of days and it’s hot as hell from the summer heat wave, so my brain feels really fuzzy and mushy. Can’t contemplate deep thoughts right now. All I really want is a popsicle. Did I mention that it’s hot?? Very, very, hot? :guzzles a gallon of ice water:
For my birthday last year I posted a Courbet. This year I’m posting a classic figurative work from Public School 178 in Queens, NY, circa 1974:
I can assure you that the little girl in this photo never ever dreamed of becoming an artists’ model when she grew up. So what did she dream of becoming, way back then, in her little girl’s head? A veterinarian.
“Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself”
- George Bernard Shaw