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My name is Darleen Denno and I love cheeseburgers.

This is a post titled I’m getting drunk alone in my studio and not getting any work done.

My studio is beginning to feel like an actual workspace. Hooray furniture!

My studio is beginning to feel like an actual workspace. Hooray furniture!

My art will stagnate no longer. I have a studio: a place to work, a place to play, a place to call my own.

I’m on the fourth floor of the Livestock Exchange Building in the Westbottoms of Kansas City. My first night was perfect (minus the part where I was called a prostitute at the bar across the street). I unpacked, put my Pete Seeger record on and began to work. Well, I began to work after I stopped rolling around on the bare hardwood floors saying, “it’s mine it’s mine it’s mine.”

I continued my Harvest Festival painting that I started in October. I quit around midnight so I could go to the top floor of the building and see the other businesses I would be working near—mostly lawyers, but the few artists I saw are quite talented.

I wandered up and down the halls for an hour, eating chex mix the night watchmen gave me and feeling as if I were in an indie film about finding yourself or whatever.

This is the perfect place for me. I’m excited to post paintings that I not only start, but finish. I’m ready to listen to my voice, find my style and fulfill my dream (whatever that may be).

Here in Kenturkey watching the Chiefs/Broncos game. Super drunk and ready to draw. Next stop: Tennessee.

Here in Kenturkey watching the Chiefs/Broncos game. Super drunk and ready to draw. Next stop: Tennessee.

Quill to Stone: Corkless

wolf-dad:

I couldn’t put the cork back
in the fucking wine bottle.
Feelings of defeat and shame
were balanced on my head like
the collegiate texts I never bother
to open. My most recent attempt was
such a smooth success. Flawless
entry and closure upon completion.

Where have I gone wrong?
Where had all my…

He did it!!! I love it. You’re awesome Jimmy :)

Working on new ink sketches. Not sure how I feel about the red ink, but I’ll keep on playing.

Undergrads forsee a life of debt

Here’s an article that allowed me to have a moment to get some feelings off of my chest concerning the education system in this country. So, that’s pretty cool.

I literally watched that for like 2 minutes because I didn’t realize it was a loop. Dat voice.

Yeah, Melissa/Michelle are incredible vocalists. We did a three-part harmony to Paramore’s “Pressure” and I really wish I had gotten it on tape. But hopefully we practice again tonight.

My art is getting weird.