for a couple of years i was obsessed with the x-files... david duchovny and all things paranormal... it was during that time... i would plop myself down in front of the tv every sunday evening and watch not one but 2 hours of the x-files... i'm not much for tv in general and i rarely follow a series but this particular one had a hold on me from the start... after they would roll credits... i believe fox or whomever produced it... (i have no idea if that's true) ... would roll a short ID spot afterward.... it would cue up the sound of a projector for 3 seconds and then a little kid would say "i made this"... i am a creature of habit... and i made a habit of always pretending to do something else or think about something else... and then just as the little kid would shout "i made this" so would i... a stupid little thing to do... but one that is permanently etched in my brain. for some reason that phrase keeps running through my head... in that stupid little kid voice lately.
in a related incident i recently hung a nike ad on my wall... "You are entirely up to you. Make your Body. Make your Life. Make Yourself." - at first glance it looks just like an self help phrase plopped up to bolster confidence... but I like it for other reasons... it hangs haphazardly on a wall next to some of my own art... and a favorite photograph of a doll head with a snake coming out of one eye... i like the way we write our stories... the way they look from the inside out... and how... like a good book, they are fun to leaf through and reminisce. i like my story. i even like the boring parts... the parts that go on for paragraphs without much action... mostly i like that it is still being written... and i don't know how it ends.
in a related incident i recently hung a nike ad on my wall... "You are entirely up to you. Make your Body. Make your Life. Make Yourself." - at first glance it looks just like an self help phrase plopped up to bolster confidence... but I like it for other reasons... it hangs haphazardly on a wall next to some of my own art... and a favorite photograph of a doll head with a snake coming out of one eye... i like the way we write our stories... the way they look from the inside out... and how... like a good book, they are fun to leaf through and reminisce. i like my story. i even like the boring parts... the parts that go on for paragraphs without much action... mostly i like that it is still being written... and i don't know how it ends.
i stole 5 hours this morning for myself... and 2 or so last night... my eyes are confusing me lately... i feel like they are playing tricks... i can never tell if my glasses help me when i am painting or not... so i keep taking them off and putting them back on... which is probably adding to the confusion...
turns out even glasses can't help me paint a nose... although this one is supposed to look like that... they give me hours of endless frustration.
i will post more information here this weekend about the opening party on the 29th... just ironing out the details... stay tuned
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