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.