“Peace can be kept shining before your vision, forever clear and never out of sight, if you defend it not.”

…in and out of the studio, there can’t be a line drawn, it’s all the same.

Hypertext has always been, what’s a text without a hyper but a scratch in the rock?  Look how much thinking gets done.  Séance me regards the information that we use only a  small percentage of our brain power (which is, whatever, they want to play-doh measure the mind and write numbers on the board, they can), séance me regards that information like, oooh, there’s a 90% big amazing secret and I want a peek!  But I think the big amazing secret might be that 90% of brain power is as-yet unused, and information is hypertexting in the mind, exponentially, it becomes caused to think in five and six dimensions and faster than you’d guess, too, what with the rate of increase, mm-hmm.  Think of all you know in a pinprick of ink, more and more all the time, across generations and technologies, more and more information.  You know about viruses and rocks on the moon and powdered wigs and how babies are made, and what all mankind thinks about gods and war and grizzly bears.  Maybe that’s why my work is now, because we know so many possibilities of what we might be looking at.  And think of how many we know thanks to the glass lens alone.  Make me yell, baby.

I laid the installation components out like evidence, like unclaimed baggage.  We are inevitable.  There is a lot of work for rock shaped like a mushroom at the site.  I really like the sculptures in the human space.  But they are a people trap, never mind their their clumsy backpacks, their litigious, easily snagged lulu’s,  and their children, don’t get me started.  These sculptures are the whole bunch of mornings after solution.  Oh the Learning Experiences We’ll Have!  These are not for anyone to touch except me and even then only in gloves, what with their centi-needle edges, hypodermic wire ties and mean, invisible pincers.  I have learned how to touch it, of course, like a beekeeper. I am stung at least once or twice every day, and sometimes it’s hornets, especially since I work barefoot.