Which I do have my art going, and this will involve the bridge, a temporary launchpad of sorts...just for initial informatic art concepts...I also have my decor project, which I consider this with a conversation involving a coworker. He said all things are beautiful. I said there could be room for doubt. He seemed to like that. I don't think we agreed. I liked that. Then I noted that I like Decor, Illustration, and Art, though my expectation for art differs from Decor. I don't want a pretty little thing. It's not denouncing the pretty stuff we hang on a wall; Rather it's delineating what I would expect from something considered art. I wouldn't want a like or dislike, but rather a challenge in some way, some form of friction, where it's just hard to make a call and keeps someone there for more time then they were expecting. I don't think Pretty establishes that. With that said, I will return to my decor stuff twice a year. Here is the first half of Tapestry Caravan. It takes, obviously, prep for this project so, I schedule it then start releasing designs. If there are purchases so be it. I'm not so focused on that, just the process, and the interactivity with complex geometric design. Like running on the elliptical, if you run? It's more of a ritual practice that pushes the mind away from the mirror. It's an enjoyable experience, but I live in the United States...it's going to be Marilyn Monroe whether I like it or not, and I've come to accept that. I like Bohemian Rhapsody...but our culture is Bohemian Wrapsody...if we can wrap it in cellophane we will. All avenues, the newer, the shinier, the happier (sentimental elevations) the better. I don't reject it, but my design doesn't do well with the onslaught, among personalities that if this were there version of sesame street they would goosestep onto the block and then exile Oscar while setting his apparatus of introversion on fire, the CAN...among incessant calls for how are you, solicted at the same time, even as someone sees you are talking to someone else...because that's respectful, and that's so much fun....but who does that, I'm an angel, this is all so oblivious...he's always so negative....look, there's suffaluffagus, let's snuggle fuck this bastard....like an episode of barney meets the teletubbies, turn it up so we juxtapose the can dweller as Resputin...(I wanted to play the song). When we are done striving to work through are differences that reinforce differences, Checkerboard Inc...maybe we can get to this trippy ass shit...OutKast kids have always been around...and typically the wildest we put on the front porch...then the US turned into a lame as convent and New York the Big Applebees...take your grandma there today...wtf? But the steeple creeple switched their notes...Super Man got called out, so now she's a neg-urtive....
Behold palatial decor....and of course in addition to negative the activity will naturally mean...she desires something in the mirror, like a good wholesome Tong Zi Dan session...
I am settled on this decor project. It's my kind of decor, like that stuff that recalls what I grew up with in the early 80s, though it is a different aesthetic, an update on matters that even push the design more toward something ancient and not so closed off, in the way I think decor is today. It's not so open anymore. A lot of the decor had a lot fo Asian and Middle Eastern influences, but again, if it's a checkerboard for the world, Patriarchy measure, then it's this glossy standardization that is flat like the blue of sky not contextual and dimensionalizing, lively and moving, like the blue of sky.
I think this is lively and is more open, in terms of cross-cultural interests. I like it at least. The art project is coming together as well. A lot of layers on a wood substrate. It's not pretty and it's not ugly I don't think. I can take it more on the prettier side, but if it's simply POP, the mind isn't getting that friction to develop some kind of obscure and interesting relationship with it. It's never literal among this shadow show obviously. I just think of certain artists, who I will refrain from name drops, but artists who when you see their work in galleries and museums, it really is this...wtf? What is this? Do I like it? I don't think I do, but I keep coming back. There are the contemporary POPs stuff, and I like it, but it's faux-commercial suprise to me, which is an avenue of its own, like illustration and decor. I like all of these, but for art, I really have that appreciation for the....turned on, turned off, agitated, can't stop coming back type of....shindig. Throw in some wine, good conversation, and tie die shirts by the end of the night....that's something worthwhile...more so than these promotions of checkerboards and mechanical bugs...coupled with rain and lightning until we go POP.....unless you are rolling steeple creeple...then it's like getting a hall pass that you never get to use...beecause you are good...I'm more, kids in the hall.....Dave Foley on Anne of Green Gables...then this...it's mindfuck comedy....not just for the kids in the hall, but the kids with hall passes too good to be a kid in the hall...It's what happens when you make the grade. Passes are access, but more importantly, a powerplay mindfuck that doesn't really come into fruition until the whole orchestration is played out. I think of airports...it's access, but the process among the checkerboard exploration...it's not bad...is it great? Maybe, but typically I get more of a sense of promotion then a sense of adventure and wonder...welcome to the city of...it's a grid. Welcome to the airport...it's a waiting room...maybe if there were drugs and dancing...and by drugs I mean drukqs...something emergent among an unforeseen opening up....that's not so readily available for bohemian wrapsody...It just becomes an incoherent ball of frizzies...
I am settled on this decor project. It's my kind of decor, like that stuff that recalls what I grew up with in the early 80s, though it is a different aesthetic, an update on matters that even push the design more toward something ancient and not so closed off, in the way I think decor is today. It's not so open anymore. A lot of the decor had a lot fo Asian and Middle Eastern influences, but again, if it's a checkerboard for the world, Patriarchy measure, then it's this glossy standardization that is flat like the blue of sky not contextual and dimensionalizing, lively and moving, like the blue of sky.
I think this is lively and is more open, in terms of cross-cultural interests. I like it at least. The art project is coming together as well. A lot of layers on a wood substrate. It's not pretty and it's not ugly I don't think. I can take it more on the prettier side, but if it's simply POP, the mind isn't getting that friction to develop some kind of obscure and interesting relationship with it. It's never literal among this shadow show obviously. I just think of certain artists, who I will refrain from name drops, but artists who when you see their work in galleries and museums, it really is this...wtf? What is this? Do I like it? I don't think I do, but I keep coming back. There are the contemporary POPs stuff, and I like it, but it's faux-commercial suprise to me, which is an avenue of its own, like illustration and decor. I like all of these, but for art, I really have that appreciation for the....turned on, turned off, agitated, can't stop coming back type of....shindig. Throw in some wine, good conversation, and tie die shirts by the end of the night....that's something worthwhile...more so than these promotions of checkerboards and mechanical bugs...coupled with rain and lightning until we go POP.....unless you are rolling steeple creeple...then it's like getting a hall pass that you never get to use...beecause you are good...I'm more, kids in the hall.....Dave Foley on Anne of Green Gables...then this...it's mindfuck comedy....not just for the kids in the hall, but the kids with hall passes too good to be a kid in the hall...It's what happens when you make the grade. Passes are access, but more importantly, a powerplay mindfuck that doesn't really come into fruition until the whole orchestration is played out. I think of airports...it's access, but the process among the checkerboard exploration...it's not bad...is it great? Maybe, but typically I get more of a sense of promotion then a sense of adventure and wonder...welcome to the city of...it's a grid. Welcome to the airport...it's a waiting room...maybe if there were drugs and dancing...and by drugs I mean drukqs...something emergent among an unforeseen opening up....that's not so readily available for bohemian wrapsody...It just becomes an incoherent ball of frizzies...
