Jamie

PAINT, being selfish, loving art to the point that it hurts my soul, feeling creativly frustrated and creativly enlightend at the same time, spelling everything wrong, slinging eco building materials, aged wood, doors, missing Blacksburg, ghost stories... all stories... the ghosts we leave behind, walking through galleries alone, holding anything my grandfather made, staircases, knowing the world is ending but still recycling, laughing, pissing people off by laughing too loud, kissing, making jambalaya, talking about art with Megalicious - actually anything with Megalicious, steam on a cup of coffee, making new friends and learning more about the old ones, smiling at old people, stories from Lousiana about my grandfather, gin with my two favorite gin drinkers, every book anyone took the time to write, being polite, solitare (thanks Grandma Dot), my fucked up southern roots, dancing in the kitchen, my boots, HOKIES, smells that invoke a memory, the way my mom's house has a slight tinge of my grandmothers scent, air dried laundry, summer evenings in the south, camp fires and most of all my favorite person - my little brother FULLBLEED