T-minus 28 Days

28 days until my solo show opens at Gallery 138.

Today was the video sample day from hell. Making up a private preview movie so that people can get a little taste for the goods. Like the pusher on the corner giving out the dime bag for free. Ohhh… the blessed dime bag…
Where have you gone dime bag days?!

Deciding what to put on the sample cd is torture. So many choices and only so much disc space. Do we go with the old standbys? Nudity, violence, cutting, death, etc…? Or do we venture into the newer turf of the odd and socially retarded? Paranoia vs. prolonged cancer studies in uncomfortability? Perhaps a smattering of each.

Speaking of uncomfortable here’s a picture from a bit ago.

My father 2 hours before he died.

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My girlfriend is having a foul day as she puts it. She occasionally is sucked down by the undertow from the weight of every little thing in the world and she has to stay in bed all day. Communication is brought to a complete halt and even a text message becomes too great a task. I feel so fucking bad for her. I’ve wrestled with a similar demon, although not as cunning and strong as hers, and I know that there isn’t a damn thing to be done when it hits, just have to sit it out. Still it makes me feel fucking useless not to be able to comfort her. The only thing to be done is stay away and wait for her to pull out of it.
Bummer times my friend.

Total burn, man.

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