The door is closed but the rooms are still connected.

I am exhausted. Too spent to write art reviews, too spent to talk much further, I am just burnt out. I have been working on my new set of collages and I’m continually satisfied with the process. The blog, however, is on hold for now. Go off, ye, into the world and explore otherwise whilst I work to make sustenance for thine eyes and mind.

It looks like all the fools who got excited about the release of the new iPhone will have a different kind of love bundled with their new (unnecessary) toy.

Cheaper iPhone will cost you more over time.

Still rings true, kids: There’s no such thing as a free lunch.

Freedom isn’t governance.

Hi faithful readers. Had to check out for a few days, had to pay rent and buy groceries, and went out to a bar for the first time in about 5 weeks. I’m also going to check out this weekend, as well.

But don’t forget that Paul Hayes gives his artist talk at SFAC tonight.

And next week I’m going to do a review of New American Paintings, a bi-monthly exhibition in print that I have subscribed to for some time now.

Go enjoy yourselves.

It is more than mildly reaffirming or comforting to know that other artists across genres are on their missions to find inner artistic clarity and just clarity of life in general. This affects all humans and artists are keen on translating and transmitting this challenge and emotion. I have read self taught artist’s blog for some time now, and the reason I do is because I think found objects are beautiful. I frequently go on walks about town looking for littered print material to add to my box of reference material. STA takes her found objects and makes beautiful clocks.

Taking time to find objects to make time. How beautifully cyclic.

And her clocks can be very emotional and clear, transmitting moments of sexuality and decay, birth and meditation.

I raise my fist in solidarity to the seconds of each day we all try to live in that clear light inside us.

(And if only you could see my stacks of notes and project lists. Lists. Lists. Lists. Flow charts. I think it was John Baldessari, but I could be wrong, who said something to the effect that “artists make lists. We don’t think in sentences, we make lists.”)