suddenly I envision what the [undisclosed] will be in my work and I am crawling up the walls wishing I was in the studio with an [undisclosed] machine right now.  I’ve known about this possible solution for years and I’ve rejected it for reasons that seem unimportant now.  how the [undisclosed]  will carry the colored light in the shapes I make… let me spell out.. all we’ve ever seen is slides of the light, 2d panel catches.  wait until there are tunnels of light and darkness, machine, brace self.  get one of those brackets and lock yourself in.  tunnels of colored light and darkness that people can walk through and make air waves in.

The moment the demo salesperson switches the [undisclosed] machine on… I’m going to be renting and buying them and speeding back to my studio, blowing red lights on Cermak and passing semi’s on the right, and when I get to the studio, invariably the freight elevator will be out for service and I’ll have to corpse-drag whatever concert-amp-sized contraptions these are, with fragile parts, and special inabilities, up four industrial flights of stairs.  but no matter.  i will get them up the stairs, and, panting, I will plug them in and [undisclosed] I will watch my work materialize in a whole new way, three dimensionally, and I will have been making it all along, it was there all along, as if my awareness of it is the growing thing, the blooming energy, the big bang.  it roils.  my work, Machine, we get to add another word to the barrel of shared vocabulary.  my work will be in the cloud.  the bases of my toes itch.  when does the supply place open.  ?