<p>3/31/15. So, yesterday I brought like 45 paintings to a place to be hung for a show this Saturday. I didn’t really like seeing most of the stuff outside of my apartment since I did not paint any of the things to show off in art shows and I don’t think there’s much value in a majority of it. I feel uncomfortable having my stuff on walls like “look at me everybody!” I just paint because there’s nothing else to do and it’s enjoyable most of the time. At this moment I really wish I didn’t invite people to the show because I feel bad they’ll sacrifice their time and gas to come. I’m not trying to get pity or encouragement, it’s just that I don’t think I’m an art show kinda guy. I just make things for myself and I like to encourage others to try to make art and find fulfillment from it. I’m thinking this will be the last time I do this kind of art show thing. I’m extremely thankful for the opportunity though.</p>
<p>By Chris Francz</p>
<p>It seems like a lot of people are really consumed with dating – going to bars to find someone, searching on the internet. Last summer someone convinced me to try a particular dating website, which I did. I went on two dates and this confirmed what I already knew – I’m just not cut out for traditional dating. I think carbon dating is an option a lot of people overlook. It’s not likely that you’re going to get a lot of drama from old rocks and dinosaur bones which I suppose is the reason so many people become archeologists.</p>
I was just at the bank and the teller gave me a gorgeous smile and for a few seconds I felt special. As I was leaving she greeted the next person in line the same way. At least I had a great feeling for a few seconds. We all have people in our lives that tell us we’re special or make us feel special but we can’t all be special. I’d like to know who the unspecial people are so that I can compare them to the special people…there’s probably very little difference.
I think I like the idea of superheroes so much because they can put on a mask and become someone else and go places and do awesome stuff. If I put on a mask and leave the house I’d just get arrested or beat up.
Joshua died of health complications on March 18, 2013. We were best friends and lived alone together since we first met when he was a tiny kitten in May of 1994. He always lived indoors and I loved how he waited in the window for me to come home. I still miss and love him dearly.
All of my artwork is at www.chrisfrancz.com