Man, I've been so distracted with my speech, my artist statements, resumes...all of that garbage. It has taken me out of the studio and that is no good at all.
Actually, I think it is really stressing me out. I need to make a fantastic huge installation somewhere...christ. Someone give me some gallery space, or a corner of a public restroom or something. I've got my new watch, looking at a new camera (Nikon Coolpix 8400), new found objects. Next week it is do or die. I start the new installation and no more bullshitting around.
I wish I had never found that bum in the studios. I wouldn't be at all hesitant about going there at night. Now I am a little wary. God bless Detroit.
Sonofabitch.
-i.
1 comment:
that is a hot, and old, photo.
Feeling randy...
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