Chrome and steel anagrams of love. In the last week or so, I've had some startling realizations about myself. One being, I shoot off my mouth, A LOT sometimes.
More seriously though, I feel somewhat enlightened, although not necessarily in the positive sense of the word. Ha. And all of a sudden I've realized that I can't even put it into words how I'm feeling, other than to say, "I get it."

This occurred to me the day before yesterday, and the most amazing words have been fluttering through my mind ever since, but they're circling slowly like dusty vultures afraid of over-eager hyenas.

I am not in total financial despair in this moment, but I'm getting close.

Today in art h 256, we went through installation art of the eighties up until present day. And it was fucking glorious and inspirational, and you just wait until I get my hands on some resin and make beautiful casts of something that look like beautiful casts of something made out of jello, left to sit by a window in a gallery low to the ground in the late afternoon. The rest of the year will have this blog be graphically laden with installation art.

"Rabbit", by Jeff Koons  ¶ 1:18 AM