admittedly, i don't know what livejournal is for. therefore i use it for random & probably not very illuminating or interesting things.

apologies.

i'll stop.

so, i have this new thing. art reviews. i like to think the copy i'm writing is more "art acknowledgment" or just continuing a line of dialog ignited while viewing any particular show.

can we talk about this? i've read precious little art coverage over the years that really stands out...but i don't think it's the fault of the art being reviewed or even the writers necessarily, but maybe the very idea of "reviewing" itself. what do y'all think the purpose or goal of an art review should be? anyone you'd recommend reading--local, national, international?

i might want to get passionate about this...\

please & thank you & you look marvelous.

so a month or so ago, i thought i might be spending too much time on-line & not enough time creating art. then i thought "compromise is the devil's plaything" or something like that & that it might be a good thing to do both: a "site-specific" art project...& by "site" specific, i mean myspace, specifically.

so about a month ago i not-so-gently chased away all of my purely social "friends" & went entirely pro...keeping only art & music (networking) "friends". this has been a fairly wonderful adventure. i've started collecting friends like pokemon cards, picking & choosing interesting "people" from others' top eights & comment-leavers. my network has exploded. i am now friends w/ people from other countries & have only truly met a handful of those represented on my space.

aside from collecting, i have been enjoying a daily ritual called 'changing of the guard'--every morning the top eight gets switched out. i have one constant. my friend mister clayton stays as designated driver. everyone else who makes the daily cut does so for purely aesthetic reasons. i isolate a theme--color, composition, line, sometimes i even create a poem from people's on-line persona-names...anything that seems to be particularly engaging & cohesive that day. & in a matter of seconds, with a couple of clicks, i have an interesting top eight gallery. it really is a gallery. visit anytime. there is some amzaing work there.

also i've discovered some very interesting artists & music, especially in france, for some reason. not many people know about this project but i'm fairly certain i can't be the only one doing this or something similar...it seems a more appropriate use for me than fielding "friend requests" from sixty-year old men in california looking for MILFS to late-nite "chat" with...seriously!

the re-structure. i encourage more of this. or just less computer in general. but then i'm probably more amish than my 'scientologist' profile might suggest.

& on the horizon--new studio digs, new living arrangements, & soon i will be adding "published art critic" to my wafer-thin list of 'professional' accomplishments...but i'm not at all comfortable w/ the word 'critic.'

art advisor? art processor? art non-ignorer? art acknowledger!

but absolutely meaningless unless i know you...

so i was drawing today, making all of those ridiculously pain-staking little lines the way i like to do...
& it occurred to me that as i'm drawing, i'm always thinking of someone. one person. through the entire drawing cycle. so for example, if i am thinking of you, when i make a line, my mind pronounces your name. over & over & over...so, if your nose starts to itch or your ears burn or whatever, know that somewhere i am making a drawing & with every obsessive-compulsive tiny line i add, i am considering the thing that is you. at the end what we have is a collaboration & a testament to how much you mean to me.

even if it has fangs or looks like a severed artery.

i will say it again: unintentional rhymes are unnerving.

You Are Death

You symbolize the end, which can be frightening. But you also symbolize the immortality of the soul. You represent transformation, rebirth of a new life. Sweeping away the past is part of this card, as painful as it may be. Your fortune: Don't worry, this card does not predict death itself. Instead it foreshadows the ending of an era of your life, one that is hard to let go of. But with the future great new things will come, and it's time to embrace them. Mourn for a while, but then face the future with humility and courage.

random.

& death looks so, um, cute...

i'm about to find out when i bike over there tomorrow. part of me hopes everything has miraculously survived. the other deconstruct/destructo-part hopes its a pulpy, blathering, idiotic mess.

the high priestess of the religion of beautiful failure keeps lighting novenas & saying rosaries in honor of my stubborn adherence to the conceptual "outside"ness of this project.

in other news, the deadline for the karaoke show was met & i am pleased w/ the cherie-meets-henry-ness of the end product. i am anticipating a fun show. i want to get over to the art palace to check out eric gibbons' & still have to see the letscher @ dberman & the technologies of writing @ the ransom. 2 rock posters & the 5x7 show @ the arthouse. still @ the stash, & thanks to darling matthew, a painting has found a new home. his.

i made a new friend in maine this week. alyce. i hope she will come to texas one day. travis is back in the studio, & that makes me very happy. i am drunk on sugar & salsa. time to paint & sew.