Within days, the Thinking Truck blog will be well under way, with text and images that elaborate on the cryptic accounts that readers may have found in other sources. Be patient, and if you want to be informed when it’s properly under way, leave a comment below, so I’ve got your address. Back to fill things in soon.
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- Back to America
- On my own for a couple of hours. Cloudy afternoon.
- No time for ideas.
- The Rock Feels Watched
- Querulous
- plant, chair, and WordPress for iPhone
- Back at the cafe
- Into Blinding Light
- Denver, from the Auraria Campus Parking Lots
- New Header Image. Something a bit simpler.
- The Pelican, the Alembic, and the Concealing Wall
- The Helmet is a Veil
- Live Iron Sculpture Casting at Auraria Campus March 10th (my poster)
- With Enough Masks and Tails, I Am All Animals
- Hi, I’m your “Grader”: The Dehumanized University
- For all the art talk and theory, an artist, regardless of their specific beliefs and cosmology, knows that when it goes well, the moment of making is a moment of grace, some kind of gift, a treasure and a privilege. This experience is as old as art is, although a lot of contemporary art talk belittles it. We, as artists, the kind that I mean, are not just content providers for... a luxury market, a network of institutions, a sophisticated discourse, and a social scene. We are, at our best, much more than that. What, then? I don't know, still. I just have a thread that I need to follow.
Time Casts Shadows

Edges soften or harden depending on the light source. Months merge to quick glimpses in the shadow of memory.Flashes are given sequence, and from the mind's turbulent puddle, we conjure up a stream.

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An itinerant mechanic wanders an unfamiliar planet.




Such a romantic sunset on that truck. Or is it a sunrise?
Looking forward to the 11th and the screening.
A sunset, as I recall, about 10 miles North of the Mexican border. I was just coming back from a hike up Mt. Chappell, where I’d taken one of the shots that opens the movie, a zoom toward the isolated Thinking Truck from miles away. It was perhaps Romantic in the grandiose 19th c. sense, but I probably didn’t see another human for another week or two at that point, so this was a pretty solitary romance. See you at the show, Nancy. Thanks for stopping by the Truck as it starts to leave the dock.
I will miss your show for my own journey on the 11th of July.
I’ll forward this note to others who would enjoy your show.
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