mumbling to myself outloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is. I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
tiny dent in deconstructing domestic thresholds
and then reconstructing them in prep for potentially an 18-wheeler load of rubber. wanna be ready to crank a kazillion emptied bellowed deconstructed thresholds for January's show, the uncontrollable nature of grief and forgiveness (or lack there of) opening January 18 @ art league Houston.