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hmm as of late

learned to play to new song on pinano. :) very proud of this one
finished book
made beautiful print

yes sir, and sirs, and ma'ams i have been productive this week.
yes i finished "art/fear" and it as magnificent. chills, i got chills upon reading the last sentance. i would reccomend that anyone who is the business of making things...paintings films music what have you....READ THIS FREAKING BOOK it was truly inspirational. A passage from the last chapter that i loved:

"In a healthy artistic environment, that enerygy is dierted inward to fulfillone's own potential. I a healthy artistic environment, artists are not in competition with each other. Unfortunately, healthy artistic environments are about as common as unicorns, and its been a tough century for modesty, craftsmanship and tenderness....

...Having come this far, its tempting to try to ring this idea to clusure by resolving all those leads into a single claer, concise, fundamental, finely honed answer. Tempting, but futile. Answers are reassurin, but when youre onto somehtng really useful, it will probably take the form of a question....

...This sense of interior stability is consistent with one widely observable truth: tge arc to any individual life is uniform over long periods of time. Subjects that draw us in will contnue to draw us in. Patterns we respond to we will continue to respond to. We are compelled by forces that, like the ocean current, are so subtle and pervasive we take them utterly fro granted. Those odd moments when we notice the sea we swim in leave us as surprised as teh discovery by Moliere's character that he was speaking prose, that indeed he had always spoken prose."

basically this book was just extremely amazing. It prompted me to write a thing or two of my own.

It may seem that the capital we posess as artists is of little value, easy to understand, easy to obtain. But the really valuable things we kow are apparent becuase the truth is, there is a collection of intangible knowledge, and encyclopedia of a few secret that we art makers like to keep to ousevles. We dont feel the need to exploit and boast our understanding of the world, but simply display it for the mere pleasure of those who doubt us. Never complaining, never tiring, always changing, learning. The meat of our meals is eaten in secret. Late at night, in a dorm room, pouring over guaches, pouring over a monologue, a chord progression. Early morning, alone, shaking to remain awake, not sure anymore if you cant sleep or are just up early. Pleading with your body to let it sleep, enjoying being gawked at. Yeah, were classy like that.

j

new regina album out!!

:)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rov3pV9PsRI

Well I have been searching all of my days
All of my days
Many a road, you know
I’ve been walking on
All of my days
And I’ve been trying to find
What’s been in my mind
As the days keep turning into night

Well I have been quietly standing in the shade
All of my days
watch the sky breaking on the promise that we made
All of this rain
And I’ve been trying to find
What’s been in my mind
As the days keep turning into night

Well many a night I found myself with no friends standing near
All of my days
I cried aloud
I shook my hands
What am I doing here
All of these days
For I look around me
And my eyes confound me
And it’s just too bright
As the days keep turning into night

Now I see clearly
It’s you I’m looking for
All of my days
Soon I’ll smile
I know I’ll feel this loneliness no more
All of my days
For I look around me
And it seems He found me
And it’s coming into sight
As the days keep turning into night
As the days keep turning into night
And even breathing feels all right
Yes, even breathing feels all right
Now even breathing feels all right
It’s even breathing
Feels all right

travel.

destinations?

go!.....

light phenomenon

this happened today.

no photoshop here.

yay sharing secrets with friends.
yay catharsis.
yay coffee.

hip hip... hoorayyyy!!

did i mention the light in my apartment is amazing? oh, well the light in my apartment is amazing.
i caught it today in a ball of light. check it.

i suppose its a prerequisite for a photographer to live somewhere with great light. well ive been missing out up until now. i had no idea what it was like to live with photons of such caliber. hell yesss.

okay for reason's unbeknownst to me my blog randomly began posting in hindi.
Im taking this as a sign.

hmm ok lets see, whats new in the world of me. travel travel travel. im goin on vacay.

and about life.
I dont want to say anything.
i dont want to jinx it.

as for me.

on it.
in it.
swimming/sinking.
off the radar.
on the gravy train.
sharp as a tack.

artist of the week: ana medieta

do it..... http://www.angelfire.com/ia/tridar/ana.html

something from the recent past:

Of all the things that I have ever wanted to posess, artist’s hands is one of them. I fucking love my hands. Torn, splinted, painted, acetated, oxidized, cut, inked, caked. Bony and brittle, Ginger and coy. Floating about like a a finger taunting to shoot a missile and yet wafting like something sweet in the air. I could use them as instruments, in the studio, in the bedroom. I have come to be entirely fascinated and auditory with my body. Sex I believe, is so unbelievably stifled. And it is so unbelievably natural, and so, so good.
What is it about the summer that makes you think you can do things you normally would not have the courage to do. I think I know. Maybe .It must be the heat, the heat that melts you from the inside out, the heat that tests your bones, making them sizzle like lime deposits under pressure of isopropyl alchohal. It presses you, presses you to make decisions independent of reason, free of restraints. People exist to me in the summer, suspended in their own realities. I cant begin to describle the way the summer makes me feel. The summer is just so fucking exquisite. I have nothing more than this.

म्म्ह्म्म्म मोरे

वहत थे फुक्क वही इस माय ब्लॉग सुद्देंली इन अरबिक.

न्यू आर्ट..किन्दा

home these days.

dans ma maison

I'm a doodler, ive always been a doodler

Ive been bursting, bursting at the seams, looking for the hitch, waiting for a sign, wanting to know why, more even

wanting to know how. 

Here i am, here we are.

I cannot manage men, i feel guilt for being with anyone because anyone i show interest in feels like a subscription, like an extention of me, which i cannot possibly be pegged with right now. Maybe i'm a product of my genereation.

I moved in yesterday. Hauled my bags to the front of the house and pulled the physical manifestations of my life far up a windy couple flights of stairs that had been burned down, and rebuilt, burned down, and rebuilt. Science V religion science v religion as I contemplate the age of the earth curling up the steps, the age of the house, it's brevity. 

Sweating. Just enough to feel good. There's a cat under my house, a cat that looks at me longingly. A cat, i think maybe i should name as i'm sure  it has been named many times before by many others in many different circumstances. And now, it seems, you are without identity. Cat, the conversations that you and I could have. And I've inherited you, the cat with many names. Polynominal, diecinombres, beaucoup de noms, molti nomi, many names. I claim thee, cat of many names, "dieci" sounds just like its spelled. Dee aye chee. and nombres. a melding of cultures not so far off from each other, you my friend, are a melding of many things, and I am the wash of your next layer, cat.

I sleep lofty, almost to the ceiling, I must be the queen of this house. I must be the hobo of the city.

And you must be the king, funny how we got here eh? good night from across the ceiling slushy bear.

" you're only number three."

dont forget that.

like...indescribable

life is so precious.

words that jog my memory about the past 10 days.

empty, my apartment, that is except me, my record player, my bed and a bottle of booze.

girls, until 7am, i needed them

friendship became so apparent, you felt vulnerable

funeral went on

the rainbow ended in the tree i saw

family photo i wished to be in

rendez vous with you

the anjelika twice i was so glad you came

family i wished i was with, i was thinking about

cactus i grilled

desert i wanted

love i have

nutella i need

road trips ill take

fear, something i hope to always have the pleasure of feeling

bare back with an unlikely cowboy

sleepovers, i have great people around me

guadelupe, it felt so good to leave my stuff behind

cosmic, the cafe

gayborhood, free love

lightning storm was a sign

all true.

overwhelmed, that's all it is.