I’m stuck in a cycle of jobs I don’t care about and feeling I never have the time to really develop my creative work to the point that I think I could actually make money from it.

Last week I began working for a client who is unraveling the mysterious story of her missing husband. Yesterday I started looking for a missing cat. I’m compiling a witness list for a lawyer who has been generously giving me work to collect hours towards my P.I. license.

Even those among us within the music community can feel like outsiders to another niche. When you’re a lone artist out on the lookout for collaborators, it can feel like the world is dead-set against you.

For me, my final exhibit was already here, I was here in my last mill space, it was time, and I didn’t want it to be. I didn’t want my 18 years to be over.

If you have a bad hair day, turn every “bad hair day” into a photo documenting you on each bad hair day for your photo project Bad Hair Day. Hold the show at a hair salon after they say yes you can.

I don’t want to be an annoying downer so I’m just kind of ignoring her extreme drinking habits, but I feel really guilty and like I’m an enabler. How can I be a good friend to her AND get through to her?

The foundational premise here, which most people don’t realize, is that getting on the bottom of the Top New Artist Albums chart is relatively achievable. You only have to sell around 200 records in a typical week to hit it.

The Thermals’ Hutch Harris shares how much his band has learned through DIY management. “By never letting anyone manage us, Kathy and I have been forced to learn how to manage a band ourselves.”

What is art, and what makes a person an artist? If Kaepernick were a poet, he’d write, or if he were a painter, he’d paint. But he’s a football player.

I became fascinated with how closely connected the power dynamic in the use of photography is with those at work in private investigation.

Skip steps 1, 4 and 5. Replace 3 with helium balloons, and get out of your stupid, too soft, bed. Pity parties are a fucking bore for everyone; no one wants your smelly complaints to stain their Saturday.

I just want my own quiet place but I can’t afford it here. The fucked up thing is that I’m afraid to move to a small/cheap city because I think it will be boring and not give me the buzz of energy this city does. What should I do?