Wednesday, January 07, 2009
So. It's true that the studio work has been flowing freely. That finally I'm getting back to work on long-delayed projects. That soon I'll be visiting the Mr. Gaiman to work on Strange Machines (The Neil Poppet will present himself tomorrow, I'm told.) It's also true that the American Visionary Art Museum has taken possession of the first five of the Dark Caravan kinetic Pieces---and that the reality of that exhibit has begun to well, be real.
But don't get any delusions of grandeur. I'm not. Yesterday I brushed my teeth, but not my hair, not once. All of us have had colds in turn, the house looks like the studio has taken over in some mad scientist anarchy. The studio looks like the house has taken over in some strange mad, household kind of anarchy. We are looking more and more like the crew of the Nebucadnezzar.
A mountain of laundry looms reproachfully, growing more wrinkled by the hour.
I gained a couple of holiday pounds and have been eating fruit when I want sweets, and pickles or salad when I want salty. How that's working is like this---I want some CHEESE! sheesh
So. Life is life and art is art and still sometimes it's impossible to separate them.
So...why would I?
Hope you're having a good night and will have a good tomorrow.
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