Buki

watermelon

and the windows opened that night,

a ceiling dripped the sweat 

of a tin god,

and I sat eating a watermelon,

all false red,

water like slow running of rusty 

tears,

and I spit out seeds

and swallowed seeds,

and I kept thinking

I am a fool

I am a fool

to eat this watermelon,

but I kept eating

anyhow.

Some Bukowski for your Tuesday. Rekindling my love with The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over The Hills... Sending off show submissions and rent today, also making my students watch La Jetee/ Sans Soleil. It's a Tuesday for the ages.

for several seconds

SK, Spring

each time i woke up i thought i was dreaming, when i am falling asleep in the evening i am afraid that i will forget to breathe in my sleep.

Build it

In need of some technical building skills to make this 3 part projection work... Thinking a lack in said skills is going to hold up production for now. It's Wednesday, and it already feels like Friday. Need. Yoga. NOW!

It's Sunday

And I don't really plan on leaving my studio... until I have face to reality tomorrow.

Ay-yah-fyah-lah-YOH-kuul

Can't you tell how epic this will be?

 Preliminary sketch for the layout of PixPix and our show!! Ay-yah-fyah-lah-YOH-kuul will be opening at the Lionel Rombach gallery during September 20 - 29, 2010 with an opening reception on September 23, 3-4:30. More on this to come.... Exciting things are brewing in the universe!!

Aesthetic Nostalgia

The Rogerson Restaurant circa 1950: Owned by my grandfather Ben and his best friend Ted

cirsium provocation

This meadow was filled with bees and one of them stung me.
I stuffed my whole mouth with every single bee on every single thistle.