My year of websites and followers, laying the foundation for sales of my prints, has come to an end.
It was Hell. I never want to build a website again. I never want to date a web designer. Not even sure I want to hang out with them.
The artistic union of little me, a granny making quilts and colouring in, and that monster of contemporaneity, SEO, have parted ways. He was a terrible lay and gave me nothing but a rash…. decision. I left him.
Now I can write the book and make the films. 12 in total. Films of domination combining my performance art characters and poetry.
Happy Christmas, see you the other side of heartburn and vodka. X