newlyweds and grids, pigment, pastel and ink on paper.
choo's wall, oil on canvas, gum, mesh, pencil on paper.
check out my spoons. collect em all.
keep it inside.
slam on the brakes.
tie it up.
don't let it out of your sight.
force it through a round hole.
pimp it out.
plug it.
eat it for breakfast.
collect it.
maybe it was in an accident.
slam on the brakes.
tie it up.
don't let it out of your sight.
force it through a round hole.
pimp it out.
plug it.
eat it for breakfast.
collect it.
maybe it was in an accident.
lately ive been pretty diligent in my efforts to conceptualize the universe and all the secrets therein. i've had to cut out a few unfathomable dimensions here and there - but as cheesy as it is, i feel somehow calmer when i envision each day as a ring in an infinite series of concentric circles - sort of like this, BUT GOING ON FOREVER AND EVER AND ALWAYS.
waking up is a quantum leap, a progression that leaves no physical record of the journey or way to measure the interim - (you can't weigh a dream, right?). its certainly common sense anyway - whenever all possibilities appear moot and the only thing keeping you afloat is the bouyancy of your own hopelessness - you probably just need a nap.
i'm inclined to believe we start with the smallest circle and work outwards for infinity. death is just another leap - completely unempirical, irreversible and irrelevant. but i am willing to acknowledge the possibility that birth delivers us on to an infinite circle (lolz), where we just keep riding the same absurd bus, prattling onward towards a stop that doesn't exist around a bend that can't even be imagined.
this is my Theory Of Everything.
waking up is a quantum leap, a progression that leaves no physical record of the journey or way to measure the interim - (you can't weigh a dream, right?). its certainly common sense anyway - whenever all possibilities appear moot and the only thing keeping you afloat is the bouyancy of your own hopelessness - you probably just need a nap.
i'm inclined to believe we start with the smallest circle and work outwards for infinity. death is just another leap - completely unempirical, irreversible and irrelevant. but i am willing to acknowledge the possibility that birth delivers us on to an infinite circle (lolz), where we just keep riding the same absurd bus, prattling onward towards a stop that doesn't exist around a bend that can't even be imagined.
this is my Theory Of Everything.
the appeal of life in new york lies largely in the variety at hand - there are so many very big things in a relatively small space - the very ground you walk seems to be humming with filthy self-satisfaction - everything smells like coffee, money and/or sex - everything is possible.
but in the cases of love, friendship, or even just looking people in eye - the spectrum is suddenly narrowed and parsed altogether differently - the wealth of human experience shrinks, leaving a mind-boggling array of suspiciously small doses in its wake. and these are not little things i'm talking about either.
exaggerated, often grotesque or gaudy, but always compartmentalized, conveniently symbolic and boiled down to an extent that is a little funny but mostly sad and uncomfortable - these small doses are caricatures of things much sadder, sweeter and more well-rounded --- things that ought to have been administered with care. .... and naturally, some are just boobs in spoons and dick jokes.
but in the cases of love, friendship, or even just looking people in eye - the spectrum is suddenly narrowed and parsed altogether differently - the wealth of human experience shrinks, leaving a mind-boggling array of suspiciously small doses in its wake. and these are not little things i'm talking about either.
exaggerated, often grotesque or gaudy, but always compartmentalized, conveniently symbolic and boiled down to an extent that is a little funny but mostly sad and uncomfortable - these small doses are caricatures of things much sadder, sweeter and more well-rounded --- things that ought to have been administered with care. .... and naturally, some are just boobs in spoons and dick jokes.
