My last morning. It's kinda sad actually.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
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
(Clockwise from left corner)
VictorJose Santana
Annette Lawrence
Ruth MacFarlane
Shay Youngblood
Wura-Natasha Ogunji
Ana-Maurine Lara
Saturday, December 27, 2008
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?
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
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
entire life!!!"
Friday, December 19, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
And, one more thing
So, while I'm on the subject of approval ratings, though I know people are hating on Lindsay Lohan, and she did call Barack Obama "colored" and perhaps I shouldn't like her....Every time I see pics of her and Sam, I want to rip all her clothes off and steal her outfit. They always look so cool! Damn you, Lindsay....Damn you!
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Feelin' Funky Friday
Well, I might be feelin' funky on this Twilight Night. But I got nothin on whoever it was that got to see James Brown, Michael Jackson, and Prince all on stage together in 1983.
Hat tip to Obike for breaking it down tonight (art. every. day. for reals!) and the CC crew for hookin' us *all* up!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Go on 'head Camelo 'nem!
When Art Every Day = Life Every Day.
"AT THE DEBUT Carmelo López Bernal, 13, at the recent annual town-wide muxe celebration, the occasion for his first appearance in the identity of a girl."
Read full NYT article here.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
True Hollywood Story
Art Day: Night
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Where does your garden grow?
Art
Every
Day
:
Noontime.
Word on the street is that you can get around 10 potato plants out of this.
Niice.
(Not the sculpture, although I am interested in who's doing that kind of sculpture right now. The gorgeously sprouting potato!)
Every
Day
:
Noontime.
Word on the street is that you can get around 10 potato plants out of this.
Niice.
(Not the sculpture, although I am interested in who's doing that kind of sculpture right now. The gorgeously sprouting potato!)
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
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