Thursday, February 16, 2006
Ok, what I need to know is how does he do it? It's proto-psychedelic, deep space, the enchanted realm of flora, overgrown and buzzing like pixels or soda bubbles. I want to paint the woods, maybe a clearing in the woods, something, somewhere far away, a comatose woods where branches are like brain-parts, little micro information carriers, some kind of encompassing, tangling blur, but with a sense of recessing nows, thoughts that shrink into the background. Something like that.
And ps, thanks for feeling funny and wanting to kill puppies. Thanks for the owl sacrifice, and the lion taming. Your smells are always the smells of your captors. This is the way of the apocalypse, proven by figure skaters tearing their shirts off to reveal gold flames. We are all victorious in our damp and fibrous journeys to success and the disappearing past.