I'M NOT GOING TO CALL HIM A LIAR BEHIND HIS BACK BUT I WOULD SAY IT TO HIS FACE IF HE WAS HERE
29 November 2005
27 November 2005
Day 8
25 November 2005
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12 November 2005
day 4
Of course working with others entails a dilution of sovereign
monarchic aesthetical design! The power to be a beacon of difference
is lamed a little when negotiation and communication become of
concern. But collaboration prefigures autonomy by a long shot; we can
resist that, we can work with it, or I am sure there are other
possibilities.
9 November 2005
4 November 2005
day 2
I don't know what the hell I am doing. I am between worlds, without the sharpness of mind to be aware of my surroundings. I don't survive, I dabble. If daily life can be like an architecture, with the 'life force' as the pole opposite the force of gravity, the pillar that is supposed to keep me standing, the realization of art, is rather composed of a diffuse filigree of all of the trivia and discursive habitude of a sketchbook.
The First Day
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