We saw some good shows, but the best art was still on the streets and in the windows we passed by. Ghosts of Francis Bacon that master of exisitential manipulation. Who cares what they think, it only matters what you think – what moves you in a new direction? Everybody has to live with themselves.
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Years ago I made these , they have changed – they are no longer, as they were
It all passes into old, into new – This too shall pass – It all passes away
You and I Nick Cave - “Nocturama” I believe
It hardly seems like it happened at all - the memory is foreign to me
the paintings have changed – the photo remains - old realities pass away
- and I’m still not entirely where I want to be…
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I learn so much from you – what’s real – what’s raw -what’s thoughtful joy – fully experiencing - fully expressing – moments passing - you are always full -of meaning and making – you are always full – especially in moments passing
It’s absurd to want any more than this - you make my studio a better place -
I don’t want to have to be alone with only my jealous hunger and my self
Please keep reminding me why any of this art making matters at all
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New Ideas Reconvene – Things Breed – Old Newness Manufactured in Process
New works in the works through a collaboration with Adam
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I dont know when – but it can’t happen too soon - so eager too see - what it can become – this before that – again and again - a time for all – the pieces add up
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All those people in that one place – Seeing, Hearing and Feeling – variations of the same theme – Universal Pluralism – We were bound as one Humanity – Some spectacles are far too real – I want to get back there.
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What really matters is gone – Only an essence remains – everything is longing
the object - the image – the archive – the document - the presence – the aura
Thinking through things - Sometimes only nonsense makes any sense at all
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