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Amuse me, i'm thinking too hard.
First up  ….  i say ready, and i got nothing — then something comes to me. Sometimes all you have to do is say you got nothing, for the inspiration to fall in your lap. It’s the open sesame of the mental cave, that, once opened, out tumbles all the ideas of purpose. That’s my angle + i’m sticking to it. i enjoy being near the edge of disastrous creating, where the art begins to take on a life of its own. Even when i am wrangling in the work through process, i am always surprised with the outcome.

Second … Using one point perspective is like putting a ruler to your intuitive process. i do like to see those invisible lines vanishing into the distance, but only in real life when they can change with every step. On paper it is annoyingly close to perfection. i also like to see a rainbow around everything, kinda cool.

+ there has to be third … An indelible photographic snap of a man in my mental scrapbook. He could sort of, you know, place his hands on the carburetor of a running engine + sort of, you know, massage it to calm it. It would respond to him. This was his claim to manly mechanic fame.


Do not whine. Do not complain. Work harder. Spend more time alone. -Joan Didion

7.4.15

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Exhibit E / Burdensome Keychain

It has occurred to me that we all carry some form of keychain around with us on a day to day basis. The object itself takes on different forms, having to do with need, want, + what happened to be our last fob gift. The object itself notwithstanding, the emotional + physiological weight of the keychain is often heavy duty. This is what i need to carry in my pocket: a charm of subtle nagging, + the simple, yet unforgettable people met along the way.

Saying very little, as they were practiced in the art of omission.

Paying in cryptomnesia arrears. Is there room for another life in here somewhere? 

Where do those numbers come from? Why can’t X be just X. Why does it have to be something else? To be a good Mathematician you have to really want to find the correct answer. i just never cared that much. i'm okay w/ not knowing, i'm okay w/ unshaped-ness of bits, i'm okay w/ open wounds for spirits to come and go. You okay? 

Well, here i am … + in this huge vastness of nothingness, again astounded that we are anything, at any time, at anyplace … but here we are together.


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