monthly written entries of incidental incoherent thoughts made tangible. A blog of a journey through chaos, words colliding into images. Language colliding in architexture. Life colliding into art.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

dealing/defying/audience


I read somewhere, "if you say something, own it, or don't say anything at all".
I was fingering through papers in an exhibition, when the guy in the uniform approached me and said "you can't touch. "
There was a pile of them Each saying something different, and I was to "not touch them".
a few words uttered and the course of life changes.
so simple...
AM I DREAMING?
How does one own a word?
How do I make sure that the word I utter is owned by me?
Does the guard own his inference upon me to not touch?
Que faire de l'irré-parable?
a noun.
a simple story illustrating a moral or religious lesson.
The domesticated ass.
Give the word I utter as a gift, in the utterance.
words are like guns.
so soon they're out.
Bound to be blood.

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Interested in language, animation, comix, and printed matters all around, silkscreen, bookbinding, installation work, drawing, as a means of shaping the emotion, the thought.