Thursday, March 09, 2006
In response to the armory, I am hastening to mention that I believe I have worms. I do have paintings which may or may not be hanging in the armory, I believe they will be, and still, looky here, I have worms. Not the tapey kind either, the true itching, knotting, gurgling mess o' worms. I know. I am lucky to have work in the armory. Yet still, the worms come! I have asked them not to and they come anyway. Listen, what am I supposed to say about the failure of artist-in-the-studio to merge playfully in unison into artist-in-the-world. I am not good at it. The transition is gravelly, like a dirt driveway, like knuckles scratching upon the rocks. I apologize for this deadbeat attitude. Mudslinging is coming, on the way to the wormhouse. Worms! Get hence!!!