21.12.08

can't even imagine reproducing


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.

15.12.08

sex dreams

violin & candlestick, 2008's ending

ever since i've been practicing tibetan dream yoga  (and haven't left my nest for weeks), i've had some strange dead guy visits.
the other evening, aa showed up at my hotel carrying a giant slab of raw, shrink wrapped meat as if he was delivering room service...i'll spare you the details of the second portion of this dream.  Then loandbeholdtightly, georges braque appeared and presented me with a gorgeous cubist rendition of my cunt, he said that licking it was getting him nowhere...
apparently, all of this time had passed without anyone having the balls to tell the man that painting was long dead around here.  Well, I've got Big Balls...

if


realized that 'if' keeps showing up in my bathwater in order to destabilize the past and its unceasing analyzation.  
Maybe the detective that cares for nothing but the present is a futurist.

13.12.08

evidence (1987)

time stills, sequence 4, 2008

time stills, sequence 4, 2008

time stills, sequence 4, 2008