Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Procession and a little light.
A number of photos of "Procession" and a few words about other things.
We proceed. We move forward. Where one story ends, another begins. None lasts forever, but the procession does, nearly. Maybe. Poppets understand humans better than we might think.
Exit Through the Gift Shop was sort of the documentary I'd expected. I've a real appreciation for street art and it didn't disappoint. What I didn't expect was that the film was more about Thierry Guetta (Mr. Brainwash) than Banksy. I just erased the rest of my paragraph, because the film is summed up more elegantly here:
– the story of an accidental artist becoming an overnight sensation, while his hero looks on in horror.
I'll say I was alternately amused and angry.
As I type this, Morgan Freeman talks about the possibility of alien life. I don't know why I'm giving this a minute. I so wanted this series to be good. So far, Through the Wormhole has been(insert juvenile alternate titles here)....disappointing.
The Untouchable Tortie has returned. I'd nearly given up. Thought she'd found a home or was off to her own next adventure. But she showed up a couple of days ago, thinner than ever.
So naturally, here we go again.
I think this might be my favorite photograph of "Procession" so far. It makes me want to paint.
It's nearly 8pm, and still feels like an oven outside. Tonight we swim. Floats for everyone. We watch movies from the water. Then, when it's over, we just float and talk. Then we just float. I like the floating part.
I made Poppet lights. They're watch-battery powered. Outside, they remind me of fireflies. I like that too. Swim now. Sun tomorrow. Here in the desert, we're constantly aware that a little light is sweet, but a lot of it can kill you.
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