Thursday, July 19, 2007


Allow me to whine....
I try not to, normally, but indulge me. I have an ear ache. There is nothing profound about this post. It is neither artsy, thought provoking, nor poetic. I have a pain in the side of my head that screams "Im the juggernaut, bitch!", then proceeds to ruin my life. It lives in me, now, bringing flood after flood of activity to normally docile nerve endings, until they are as ravaged as post-Katrina New Orleans, and more bombed out and depleted than Afghanistan. It is a demon, as vast as the ocean, but with an impenetrable depth: the epitome of abyss. I can see it, hear it, feel it. He is darkness. A massive, shapeless, dark aura looms at the edge of my very consciousness. He has no name or shape, but is full of malice and personality. When I try to rest, he rises up, doubling in size, and roars with the ferocity of an angry lion, as if not having my utmost attention would spell his demise. I can sense the pleasure when I spit and thrash and curse my existence. This is what he wants. He knows his time is limited: that more from ego than pain I will see his end, and in an effort to prolong life, wants public recognition before the goodbye. You win, demon, now go back to hell...

Tuesday, July 17, 2007


Its been a week...
But I finally saw Ron Mueck. I wanted to see him when I was in NYC last time, but it cost fifty friggin bucks. Down here in TX, it was only ten! If the tour passes through your city, be sure to pay it a visit. Its so much better in sculpture than picture.
Also, go outside. That is all...