February 2012
21 posts
“Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases,...”
– Haruki Murakami
my childhood room (cluttered then like my room is...
i had this floral border that trailed all the way around my room at about my shoulder level, it separated the pink pastel colour of the bottom half of my walls and the nearly cream colour that extended to the ceiling. sometimes if i looked closely enough, i was certain elves were hidden among the flowers. (once a face is seen, it cannot be unseen). i had brown carpets, and little multi-coloured...
“Loners, if you catch them, are well worth the trouble. Not dulled by excess...”
– Anneli Rufus, ‘Party of One: The Loners’ Manifesto’ (via 32flavors-)
i'm not that concerned with window treatments,
i’m not that concerned with window treatments, with washing my car or jeans. i’m not that concerned with proper wine etiquette, with inflated art prices, or with acting pleasant to those i don’t care to know. i’m not that concerned with investment banking, with giving two weeks notice, or with meeting submission deadlines. i’m not that concerned with carnivores and...
set your arms down by warpaint.
i understand why you are the way you are, mostly,...
it's marvelous, but it's terrible,
the things in which humankind has designed.
“How are you going to be alive if you eat something dead?”
– John Salley (former NBA champion and present vegetarian advocate).
you either (a piece of art advice),
you either need to rework the work you have already made to align better with your artistic conceptual concerns, or you need to augment your artist statement to align with how the work you have created turned out.
one is harder than the other, and one seems more authentic than the other, but that hardly matters to anyone but you.
feel your heart, it isn’t a matter of listening to it, it is a matter of feeling it inside your chest, drumming along in a rhythmic pattern not controlled by you, but by some greater governing force that determines how fast or how slow or how constant hearts may beat. and when your heart melts warmly like some flesh marinating in red wine, or when the lump that your heart is slices into your...
“The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you...”
– Harold Pinter
“There is a point when you have to leave your old self behind, pass through a...”
– John Graham on growing as an artist and as a person throughout the trajectory of your life, and on the paradox of becoming comfortable with discomfort.
have i grown to be something other than what i’ve always been? i hope so.