Continuing to make new images/blocks. Time consuming this week as I attempted to make more complex, layered images. Challenge to do this and make all 6 sides relevant. 'Suprise' e.g. time, written entry, adds interest, depth, meaning?

Reading Donald Kuspit, "The End of Art," and am pondering how to better access my unconscious (with structure in exterior reality) as he posits this is art's purpose. Demands of schedule and academic requirements inhibit openness, curiosity. Must overcome this.

Heard Ann Hamilton interview ("On Being") and inspired better practice of thinking, observation/reflection, research (or discovery). Hamilton also suggested "everything is there for thinking, questioning."

Also reading "Bend Sinister" by Vladamir Nabokov.

(Continuing to work on postcard. Wrote text for peer's artwork.)

Letter with each block. Visitor selects block and docent gives him/her the letter belonging to that block. He/she goes into private space to read it, has materials to write artist a letter, or make a drawing.

Creating body of 3-dimensional works on 4x6" blocks of various thickness (these are on 1/4"), drawn/painted on all sides. Working to overcome tendency to make an image on each side but seemed compelled, at least today in this direction. Can't get death of 18-y-o child, whose mother I know, out of my mind. Some thoughts of nephew in Afghanistan and always am in a struggle though the character of this I am not yet ready to say or perhaps need not say human to human you to me. I suppose we will see or maybe not and that is certainly a fear.

Reading Donald Kuspit and thinking about his argument for art that offers medium for reflection, and nothing more or less, that is an expression of the depth of human experience (I think).

From the white project

Works exploring 2 dimensional surfaces in which image/material/text is continuous with, sequential to,
or in contrast to image/material/text on its reversal side and sometimes edges or sides, when edges or
sides exist.

leave the light out bring the rabbits in

and collar knuckle glove the elephant

leave the light out and page me page me

to the house and let's eat bread on rice
with the devil and the light out let's

do not call

do not enter

do not touch

do not disturb

do not hesitate

do not resuscitate

do not forsake me

do not fold or mutilate

do not fuck with my shit

do not sit on the furniture

do not worry about tomorrow

do not put your elbows on the table

do not go gentle into that good night

call

enter

touch

disturb

hesitate

rescuscitate

forsake me

fold or mutilate

fuck with my shit

sit on the furniture

worry about tomorrow

put your elbows on the table

go gentle into the night

call

enter

touch

disturb

hesitate.

rescuscitate.

forsake, fold or mutilate

fuck, sit and worry.

put on the table

not so gentle the night.

call out and enter.

touch me, disturb me.

hesitate if you will but rescuscitate

or forsake me, fold or mutilate and fuck with my shit.

go ahead and sit on the furniture you never worried about tomorrow and you elbowed your way into my day, my night, my gentle everything.

did I ask you to call? or enter?

to touch or disturb my shit?

do not call

do not enter

do not touch

do not disturb

do not hesitate

do not resuscitate

do not forsake me

do not fold or mutilate

do not fuck with my shit

do not sit on the furniture

do not worry about tomorrow

do not put your elbows on the table

do not go gentle into that good night

call

enter

touch

disturb

hesitate

rescuscitate

forsake me

fold or mutilate

fuck with my shit

sit on the furniture

worry about tomorrow

put your elbows on the table

go gentle into the night

call

enter

touch

disturb

hesitate.

rescuscitate.

forsake, fold or mutilate

fuck, sit and worry.

put on the table

not so gentle the night.

call out and enter.

touch me, disturb me.

hesitate if you will but rescuscitate

or forsake me, fold or mutilate and fuck with my shit.

go ahead and sit on the furniture you never worried about tomorrow and you elbowed your way into my day, my night, my gentle everything.

did I ask you to call? or enter?

to touch or disturb my shit?

did I not say please hesitate? and that I wouldn't rescusitate? 

you forsaked me and fucked with my shit until I could do nothing but sit. 

I folded the letter and told myself I would worry about it tomorrow. 

go bastard 

night.

It is not easy to type from the bottom but I am doing it. In reading, you reader also.

make me feel ashamed about my tenuousness, anxiety, ambivalence, hatred for the task.

the concrete forms which are so much more certain about their ideas then I am and

and the bottom of the page so I am not distracted by the pattern of the words on the page,

and backwards, from the back of the notebook (imagined with lines and a black cover)

everyone can identify with starting fresh (I hope). I am writing by hand (not really)

important and everything is unimportant. I am starting, I plan to start a new notebook as

I am writing what I am thinking in the shower while I write in my blog: everything is