H e looked at me with blank eyes today. Guess they always were but I used to fill them with my imagination, with conch shells and rocking chairs. stupid. That's what I get for inviting the corpse.
On a brighter note, nuclear fallout at BMOCA. Badass.
I actually drove to the arian city today to check out video's from CU's video collection (in and out of time) Even though this contained videos that explore the exact things that I've been visual researching-- so exact, I felt a bit nauseaus...not sure why. This is what art is, right? RIGHT?
sigh for now, I found more interest in Erika Wanenmacher's installation " The Science Club: The Boy's Room, NOw, Forever, Then, Part 1 . The boys room installation devoted to the Atomic melted my metal heart. I spent far longer than was dictated by the quarters in my meter reading blackened books and metal desks. Even the stitching on the quilt screamed obsession.
It'll be there til the 27th.
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