Thursday, May 31, 2012
this way. that.
which is forward. which is back.
is it a giving.
in or up.
at least different.
different would be nice.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong...-Robert Frost.
there is a window found in time
its threshold in which one must pass
to embed within the structure
of a living breathing enclosed community
if for whatever reason
whether a soul puddling that leaves one limp
or a clash of big and smallness that levels one but not the other
the stalling of the leveled, the limp, before this temporal threshold
silenced and opaque the windowed portal will become
what is the relationship of writing to making; making to writing; both to thinking, being?
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
gets a paint job, though much stinker than the rest. why it was rusted, I don't really know (oxidation process I understand, why this occurred to this frig...shoulder shrug). gray walls, black cabs, galvanized light fixtures built from scrap, and galvanized ceiling fans, white electrical outlets and switches, plumbing pipe and rough hewn oak bed frames with my two nest chairs and pod seat. tis all coming together. at some point I've got to decide on flooring and get it in, but I figure that to be very last based on current planetary instability and gravity surges that debowel my paint cans as they hit the floor. :)
Monday, May 28, 2012
well the technician let me know that wildblue would refund me all of the fees.
I guess i will continue my trickle up to the Internet via my smart phone.
this can is sitting a 180 degrees in opposition to its design -- now debowelled of all it's contents
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
this little structures one of three and, gosh dang it, modular, not really a triptych. the structure is just designed in units to be carried and hauled stretcher like, two people to carry, probably three to lift into place. why are tubes so freaking heavy?
hmmmm. not the smartest place to hover, my puppy. I move and she moves with me. goober
Friday, May 18, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Sunday, May 06, 2012
art; I simply need to make it; no compulsion to look at it, live with it, visit storage facilities populated with it or buy it. but yesterday I bid on this piece, titled (if I recall correctly) she dreamed. because I find laying flat and gazing at the celestial canopy and what lays in my immediate vicinity peace inducing, the work spoke of to me--even before I knew the title. only after I bid on the work, did I note and aaahha the title.