Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
square which turns blobby
I am for an art that is scrapped together, blob-stick constructed. An art that sifts quietly down, parades clamorously between skyscrapers. An art that reflects, records, re-records and re-records and.
I am for an art that goes forwards and backwards. An art that travels in both directions and talks to people on either sides and in between. An art that is sinking, rising, stinking, sloping. And art that you sink into and rise out of with static cling stuck all over. Bathtub art.
Window art, cave art, compartment art, on the road art. Centipedes crawling over maps art. Zipline catapult slingshot art. Floating bird house art, feather grass art
Balloon encased falling down hills art, shifting screen art that detaches and disperses taking a piece up and out.
Cracking rocks art. Nut-shell art. Blops-in-cabinets art. When are you coming home art, beckoning lights art.
Big art, round art, yellow art, red art, climb-in art globe patterned art, tethered art.
I am for an art that is proof of existence, seen through a screen art, a double or triple screen. I am for a backwards art, taking time and sounds and making them go back then come back.
Talking coffee pot art, talking toaster art, talking bread box art, talking tea kettle art, talking tiny pot art, talking flower vase art, talking strange red pot art, talking flour jar art.
A kitchen having a conversation art. Remembering art, sarcastic art, frightened art, forgetting art, disaster art, sounds that have conversations art. Which is like mylar balloons reflecting someone reading letters in a mailbox.
Echoing through tunnel art, that also jives down the street art at nighttime when it is empty.
I am for an art that is buried in small holes dug in the ground. Soft squishy, perpetual motion magnetic machine art.
Tall rippling grass art, which is like a landscape model or a playmobile pirate ship, colorshifting, shade moving strobing light wind-blown art.
Train ride art, car ride art, bus ride art, aeroplane ride art, hot air balloon ride art, boat ride art, ferry ride art.
Wating rooms stuffed with fake flowers art.
OH Fiddly-dee, the rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain and in Hartford Hereford and Hampshire hurricanes hardly ever happen.
One eye closed, streaming in through a window art, sun flapping umbrella art, feet being dragged under sand art.
I am for an art that is pressed up against time, like a boat on a sidewalk strangely tilting art.
I am for an art that goes forwards and backwards. An art that travels in both directions and talks to people on either sides and in between. An art that is sinking, rising, stinking, sloping. And art that you sink into and rise out of with static cling stuck all over. Bathtub art.
Window art, cave art, compartment art, on the road art. Centipedes crawling over maps art. Zipline catapult slingshot art. Floating bird house art, feather grass art
Balloon encased falling down hills art, shifting screen art that detaches and disperses taking a piece up and out.
Cracking rocks art. Nut-shell art. Blops-in-cabinets art. When are you coming home art, beckoning lights art.
Big art, round art, yellow art, red art, climb-in art globe patterned art, tethered art.
I am for an art that is proof of existence, seen through a screen art, a double or triple screen. I am for a backwards art, taking time and sounds and making them go back then come back.
Talking coffee pot art, talking toaster art, talking bread box art, talking tea kettle art, talking tiny pot art, talking flower vase art, talking strange red pot art, talking flour jar art.
A kitchen having a conversation art. Remembering art, sarcastic art, frightened art, forgetting art, disaster art, sounds that have conversations art. Which is like mylar balloons reflecting someone reading letters in a mailbox.
Echoing through tunnel art, that also jives down the street art at nighttime when it is empty.
I am for an art that is buried in small holes dug in the ground. Soft squishy, perpetual motion magnetic machine art.
Tall rippling grass art, which is like a landscape model or a playmobile pirate ship, colorshifting, shade moving strobing light wind-blown art.
Train ride art, car ride art, bus ride art, aeroplane ride art, hot air balloon ride art, boat ride art, ferry ride art.
Wating rooms stuffed with fake flowers art.
OH Fiddly-dee, the rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain and in Hartford Hereford and Hampshire hurricanes hardly ever happen.
One eye closed, streaming in through a window art, sun flapping umbrella art, feet being dragged under sand art.
I am for an art that is pressed up against time, like a boat on a sidewalk strangely tilting art.
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