I sit in my studio and I’m so grateful to be in a community of like-minded people, artists, creators and explorers who are really philosophers, having donated their very lives to inquiry and action, and who are thinking about it because, after all, we transfigured ourSelves to the exploration. An experienced collector at the Fortune Studio said she thought the most interesting artists were philosophy undergrads. Here here, at last the thing we suffered for. i decide mother and fucker that the fortune readings are also the actual practice, and not just my weird thing I can do at slumber parties and accidentally, or in seancey-tarot situations, since I am always reading, and it takes me seeing my peers present, with their unspeakably gorgeous, intelligent, soulful work, seeing what they have to do to get it right – sprinkle ashes in profound and decorative ways; write and then print the text backwards as watermark; send sound through water; seek out and engage every person who can talk first person about the civil rights march on Washington, instantiating for the record– and I see, okay, homeward, i can tell the fortunes in artspace, give them that way, it does not always have to be a rickety house in the country, or a dimly lit seance room, I can tell the fortunes, if that’s the wording. Because it’s not and yet it is. Leave it in place, it says. that would be the riskiest thing I could do. that would be it.