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Showing posts with label The Conceptualist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Conceptualist. Show all posts
Sunday, December 28, 2008
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?
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Making up for Lost Time, Art Day 82, Twilight
Rorschach # 3, Elephant in the RoomArt Day 82, Twilight
The Conceptualist
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Recipe
Blue Atole
Blue Atole
Milk
Water
Salt
Honey
Mix corn and water in proportions: 1:2
Add a pinch of salt (for body)
Honey to taste the sweetness of life
Cook in a saucepan until boiling. Add milk. Stir. Drink. Drink. Drink.
Blue Atole
Milk
Water
Salt
Honey
Mix corn and water in proportions: 1:2
Add a pinch of salt (for body)
Honey to taste the sweetness of life
Cook in a saucepan until boiling. Add milk. Stir. Drink. Drink. Drink.
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