I believe, if I'm not mistaken, I did mention in my first post that I am sporadic about this bloggy stuff at best. Right? Right?!
So, why do I feel so guilty about not doing this thang after the first time? Perhaps I feel like I let myself down? Like I was on the verge of some sort of breakthrough into the dark corners of my psyche? Like maybe, just maybe, I was going to write again and that was going to lead me down this new path I desire so fully? Probably it was all of those. Assuredly it was even more than the sum of those parts.
Today's topic, my babies, is...see that's the danged problem. WHAT IN THE DAMN HELL IS THE TOPIC?
Let's go with art. Art, artists, and the outsiders who love arting around. If I had any damn idea as to how I would go about embedding a photo right [here] of anything, you can bet it would be Antony Gormley's work. I just got turned on to him today. I then spent somewhere in the neighborhood of about 2 hours looking around.
I am in awe of his Feeling Materials series. And Waste Man. and on and on and on...and on infinity. Wait a minute...I believe I just figured this shit out... I am so s.m.r.t. What the shit? I seriously just had a photo of my grrrls art down there\/ And now I can't get anything except a photo header.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRr...i am irritating myself. Time to go to bed.
Combining facials with cross stitch
7 years ago