Monday, 05 September 2005

• Because I implored Clark to update his Xanga for once, and he did, I feel the need to update mine, as it's only fair. Plus, it's been a while. First, I think I'll talk about what's been going on just during the long weekend.

  So I asked off Saturday at Details so I could get a lot of art work done, as it is "crunch time" in my part of the universe in terms of getting art projects done. So Friday I worked for two and half hours on my drawing of a statue of Paris at the museum. Then Saturday I showed up for more punishment from noon to close, getting in about seven and a half hours of work. Thus far I think I've worked about sixteen hours of work on that project. So, after all the work, Sunday I planned on staying home and working on my cityscape project. Unfortunately I was having a weird emotional/psychological day that wouldn't let me get to work on my stuff. A good part of my day was spent napping, too. Skye gave me a copy of a book of Joel-Peter Witkin's photography, which has been long since copied and cliched in terms of style of content. The book still served to give me a major emotional and intellectual impact. Witkin's photography is really incredible and really difficult. Fortunately each photograph had text that explained what was going on and offered some light in terms of the meaning of the work. So after that I took another nap, which probably wasn't the best idea, since Witkin's photography is wrought with disturbing images. That and while napping I suffered from a painful bought of sleep paralysis. Then I went to bed later and suffered some more painful sleep paralysis.

  So finally after a really shibby Sunday I woke up Monday and actually got to work. The pencil work for the cityscape has been really tedious, and there's still more to do, though most of the ground work has been finally laid down. Anyway, to get around the boredom that is outlining with a pencil, I started to do some coloring, which is going relatively well. I'm actually getting somewhat sick of the project as a whole, but coloring did help me get along a little better because it actually felt like I was getting something done. Where one hour of penciling renders a foot of lines, an hour of coloring renders square inches of "finished" work. Anyway, this art talk is boring. Oh yeah, my sculpture with Paris the friendly statue is looking really good and is near completion. One more weekend and I'll have it done, probably.

  So how are things in general? Well, they're interesting. Of late, I've been living in fear, somewhat, and with one foot in the grave. I'm convinced that I'm just going to get killed, and Skye alludes that I might deserve to die because I'm a closet bigot. I'm not a closet bigot, I'm just scared of black people in Harlem. It's a reaction I cannot control. But, with all this inner fear and turmoil and all my free time at work, I tend to contemplate where these feelings come from and try to reprogram or at least rethink why I have some bigotry in me and consider all sorts of social things. Have I talked about this already somewhere? Anyway, I'm starting to understand that certain cultural and behavioral aspects of the inhabitants of Harlem has less to do with color and more to do with the culture of relative poverty, possible lack of education, and class distinctions. Anyway, my apologies to Skye for being a bad person.

  Speaking of Harlem, I keep thinking about designing somewhat of a campaign to encourage people of my part of town to respect the city and not litter. I'd probably just try to get donations from local businesses and then make flyers and maybe get some people together to put up the flyers throughout Harlem. Sounds like a half-baked quasi-Eagle Scout project to me, but hell, people litter sometimes and I feel the need to instill some sort of desire in the people to not through shit on the ground. However, I'm kind of lazy, so it's hard to say whether this would ever go over.

  And now for some anecdotes:
  Forgive his fashion folly for he is frankly fornicatable.
  The Baby Mullet: The Mullet that doesn't know better.
  
  That's all for now. Feel free to ask questions, or die trying.

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