tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379052638007969432011-07-07T14:05:18.178-07:00Mark Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16305941202555408866noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237905263800796943.post-76252088926680115372009-06-04T07:40:00.000-07:002009-06-04T07:40:47.435-07:00Thanks for the shout-out from All Things Austin Design blog!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.allthingsaustindesign.com/2009/05/local-artist-mark-johnson.html">All Things Austin Design: Local Artist: Mark Johnson</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237905263800796943-7625208892668011537?l=paintjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mark Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16305941202555408866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237905263800796943.post-53623382617343463812009-02-09T20:49:00.000-08:002009-02-09T21:29:38.650-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FacEjRWQNPo/SZEQe3td4hI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1nEz9nUCt2k/s1600-h/radar_socks2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FacEjRWQNPo/SZEQe3td4hI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1nEz9nUCt2k/s320/radar_socks2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301036358928556562" border="0" /></a><br />Alright, I just had a flash that stopped me. Last year I was soundly employed in NYC with a top dealer in the art market, handling artwork that I wrote papers about during college, making a paycheck that allowed me to live well in a city where cigarettes are $9.50, and preparing to marry my beautiful Texan fiance. The reason this thought stopped me is that I had it while I was sitting on my couch, eating an old baked potato with a side of hot dog - with no bun, while my pitbull Radar sits and stares at me with one of my socks in her mouth and I watch NASCAR on FOX because it's the only channel one can get without cable in the new city I live in which is Austin, Texas. It's interesting how changing dramatically different environments very fast can leave your mind in two places at once. I think this is what dimensions are. Or this is just what happens to every man who is not from Texas and marries a woman from Texas. You end up in Texas. And I couldn't be more content.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237905263800796943-5362338261734346381?l=paintjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mark Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16305941202555408866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237905263800796943.post-41324899523104642162009-02-07T14:22:00.000-08:002009-02-07T14:27:06.315-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FacEjRWQNPo/SY4KmtYp9SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7ukqQy_ZZV4/s1600-h/chickenshitbingo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FacEjRWQNPo/SY4KmtYp9SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7ukqQy_ZZV4/s320/chickenshitbingo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300185471595967778" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237905263800796943-4132489952310464216?l=paintjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mark Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16305941202555408866noreply@blogger.com0