I think about organization and messages, here is this place, now, instead of words, instead of work.<\/p>\n
Speak out! It tries to tell me. i will try but maybe Machine should line the path for me with Ho-Ho crumbles.\u00a0 I think about how i have resigned myself to distance.\u00a0 I am driving US 42 again and it is largely unchanged, i see the other roads, 393, and I know where they lead, too, past which hills and over which bridges. \u00a0It’s a revival.\u00a0 and I\u2019m hiding.\u00a0 My mind is like a wide bowl of water, and in order to create intentionally, the water must be still.\u00a0 And for that i need time for the sloshing to escape.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ll be looking into the work again. Tangerine<\/a>, the system, the plan, what is the vision, it\u2019s that kind of time, the work is amassed, \u00a0with the latest component being turn on the light, that is to say, reveal and feature the object, which has to be a position, it has to be considered, and it\u2019s the final piece that it gives me what I was looking for in the only way that counts \u2013 the one I already had<\/em>.\u00a0 these can also be sculptures.\u00a0 And I can utilize the floor.\u00a0 And then I flashed on the Louise Nevelson cabinet I saw in Miami, what an object can be, as if I could know the limits of a thing, Machine shows me again<\/em>.<\/p>\n When are they going to make the google croak guesser?\u00a0 So I can see thumbnails of the frogs and toads and crickets and cicadas<\/p>\n And the position I have to take by myself, \u00a0guessing my way i was thinking of cabinets, puppet cabinets, and Dr Caligari\u2019s, and sarcophaguses, and housings for microscopes, how to look in.\u00a0 of the lenses in the windows, like the old black house sculptures that we now can look at<\/p>\n Or I could just look up at the gorgeous galvanized ceiling, the whole porch, and be here<\/p>\n It doesn\u2019t ask for worlds, it asks for locations.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I think about organization and messages, here is this place, now, instead of words, instead of work. Speak out! It tries to tell me. i will try but maybe Machine should line the path for me with Ho-Ho crumbles.\u00a0 I think about how i have resigned myself to distance.\u00a0 I am driving US 42 again … Continue reading 42 and 393<\/span>