Some c-bah stole one of our impatient plants out of the front window boxes last night. Good one c-bah!! You are showing me how much of a tough teenage gangster you are. RENEGADE. Keepin' it real, man. Fuck yeah. If you keep it up maybe i will install the invisible razor wire within my over-flowing plants and then you will have a special treat!
On my walk to the train to come to beige this morning I thought I'd check in on the piles and my hobo peeps. There they were in their usual spots. Usually some old dude will eyeball me weirdly as I walk by while I think to myself, "Yes, see, I have a job. Where I make money, see." Today's pile crop was somewhat sparse. One hideous broken dining room chair, some stacked cardboard. NO poo. Not too bad. I have not seen Xmas decorations or shredded, faded puerto rican flags hanging around in ages either. Perhaps I am just not seeing them any longer? I did notice that the building where 100 children and 24 adults (none older than me) live has wised up and bought some extra garbage cans. They are a juice-drinking machine at that house. They are working to become paid diabetes patients for experimental drugs. They also have rats in their front area sometimes and a veritable parking lot of shopping carts and mobile vending carts.
I was asked to work full-time hours this week. So far I have done 2.5 hours of work yesterday and today. I am glad I am here to man the decks and cover the intense amount of important work that takes place here. What would happen if I weren't here? Crises!! Crises, right?
In other news the relic I thought I ruined may be okay. You can all exhale now. I know! Often I have this thing happen where a relic gets finished and then I'm pretty much like eh. I don't know. Elements of it are good, surprising, whatever, but somehow i am not 100% sure. I hate this when this happens. Not bad enough to throw out, too deadening-making to continue to work on. So the cat that dreams of being a horse in outer-space while trapped in a pile of rubble/stones will remain as is.
I am trying to figure out if my whole art perspective actually kind of sucks. I am trying to remember what real art is or something. Sometimes I fear that I have abandoned many of the markers of good art like formal decisions, drawing well, 'gravity.' I am planning to figure something out in this end. yes.
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the problem stems from the fact that I don't really believe in much. That it all kind of sucks ballz and that the only options are nihilistic as far as aesthetic choices --- or entertainment/humor based. I am harshed out and cannot locate the axis of meaning, the anus of the painting.
this is bad. i have a bad attitude. however, i have been told that there is actual, REAL, work for me to do to avert the crisis of not being at beige. Real special code toading games - hi-jump, breast stroke, jockeying.
arthur and I watched a cheesy program on PBS last nite about Turner and his life/art. He was fucking awesome.
fb, if you are searching for meaning, let me know if you find any, especially around Chelsea. My lunch break is coming up and I'm hungry for meaning.
fuckers stole your plants? What is whong with people?
It is hard not to be cynical about art. But then I see my nephew make a drawing of a plane flying in a spaghetti storm and it's pure pleasure. Art is all the smart-alec shit on Painter NYC but it's also the infinite possibilities of the imagination, you know, presenting ideas that blow right past Reality, while totally fucking with preconceived notions of the natural order, like a cat dreaming of being a horse in space, thats healthy thinking and a great idea for a painting. I think you've got your finger on the anus my friend.
i like non-reality. spaghetti planes = YES!
it's hard not to get hung up within the constructions of what is and isn't art - art history - what is "good" even though that is fairly impossible to quantify. I have to check myself a bit and sit and ask why. Why these decisions, why this set-up. It is okay. I think I forgot because I've been incredibly lazy and dismissal about the current state of things with art. I don't understand why people like the stuff they do. i get confused. who knows. but i need to re-engage some. smarten up.
this will last for a week and then I will revert back though, most likely.
corny is right. i was thinking the same thing, that your idea of a cat dreaming of being a horse in outerspace is imaginative and absurd. so it works much better than, like, something based on reality that doesn't really interest you. why not tackle something that can't be defined really, so you can at least be surprised at the outcome... instead of going after some lofty formal turd. i dunno. that's what i think anyway.
sorry about your plant... so lame. so far this week nothing terrible has happened to me in brooklyn... but it's only tuesday. i'm sure if i had a plant it would have been stolen by now.
someone picked up a giant dog turd in a tissue and threw it away in our garbage can. It's stuck on the bottom. This is bad.
amen corny, FB! Your work is wonderful and beautiful and makes me want to sing songs. Your nature is to think and question, but it seems like your hands lead the way and you make the fantastic.
I think the real art is the way you live your life.
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