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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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