Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Ham Paw recently reminded me about Victor Hugo's incredible drawings. They are so dark, recessed and shadow-driven, the ideas are transported stretchwise from one era to another, like stains into decisions. Sense is less important, communing is disappearance. Whirlwinds, stormy waters and false positives - vague like the chicken nuggets and the calming toys of today's Happy Meal. I am conquering minutes with slime, sleep is almost near.