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Tuesday, December 30, 2008

going home

My last morning. It's kinda sad actually.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Good Night, Pënz

December 28, 2008.

Last Night.

Linguist signs off with a song dance.

Remembering an Art Year.

Thank you Penz.

-Scryptkeeper, Linguist, Samiya, Night.

Penz in Denton, TX

Before? After? The Labyrinth

(Clockwise from left corner)
VictorJose Santana
Annette Lawrence
Ruth MacFarlane
Shay Youngblood
Wura-Natasha Ogunji
Ana-Maurine Lara

Guest Penz at Last Twilight

Unnamed by Noon at Twilight

We are Spirals of Life
VictorJose Santana

Making Peace
Shay Youngblood

I Like This Labyrinth
Annette Lawrence

Ruth MacFarlane

In Denton, round the round table.

Last Twilight

Last twilight. now what?
xo ana

goodbye noon

turtle islands

Saturday, December 27, 2008


by VictorJose Santana
Chelsea, MA

Notes on a Sandal

I like sandals. I like that I wore sandals all day today, Friday December 26, 2008. I like the way I almost touch dirt and stone and floor and pavement when I wear sandals. In fact, I'd prefer it if I could walk around barefoot. All the time. Without sandals, even.

Sandals in Spanish is: sandalias or chancletas. But chancletas always has the accompanying image of children running fast in one direction. Sandalias is refined like sand. Sandy-les. Yes, that's me - a sandy-les. Sand-less is a stone beach, although don't be fooled: it just requires deeper contemplation.

Sandals don't fit into hourglasses, though sand does. And the Penz hourglass is very much on its last tilt. Without sandals or sandy lesbians. I am sad about this. Thought you wouldn't know it from my (in)conspicuous absence. I've been a truant. It's cause I've been playing in the sandbox. Or rather, building castles out of sand and sky. My last hurrah is Sunday or Sand-day, whichever you prefer.

Alas, my twilight has arrived...or shall very shortly. A year has been shrinky-dinked into small square gesso tiles, of which a few remain, though really, I should only have one. Have I mistakenly kept souvenirs of my trip? There were 91 + 13 tiles at the beginning. Oh yes, that's right: I betrayed my canvas. Told Penz I'd be there at 7pm for our scheduled rendezvous but instead, ended up lingering in the crowd left behind. Shadows of the scorned tile replicate themselves in my paint box.

Perhaps my twilight will be a glorious rendering of time. Or perhaps, it will be stifled by silence. It is late morning, noon is on the horizon and night is on the other side.

Do tell - do you wear toe rings?

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Guest Pënz

3 Visions
-Andrea Ruiz

Monday, December 22, 2008

Oh no youz guys!

I forgot to bring tiles! and i forgot today was my day. I'll make one tomorrow to make up for it. forgive me?

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Living in the Moment

Or, according to young Mr. Brett Bailey: "The best day in my whole
entire life!!!"