2007 Journal Entry #1
What goes on in the random mind of an artist in a single day?
You aren't an artist. You are a glorified artist masquerading as a receptionist.
I dreamt last night of talking to Emily and indicating to her that we are all of one mind and all that it would take would be for one ineffable action for us to be in total harmony of thought, of mind, of spirit, to get “it” about our dialog.
Two funny things:
Funny thing one:
At the gym on my lunch break and she says to me “It is the blank stare dumbbell hold” as she stares blankly into the mirror - her 25 pound dumbells in neutral.
And at Trader Joes. He asks for her I.D. and she indicates, it is all correct, except perhaps for my weight.
How did you weigh in today?
Obsessions. There always seems to be obsessions when I begin a new work. This time around – one – I'm so artistically exhausted, how will I ever create another work. Two- my garden it is so exquisite. Three (as the internal critic tells me you are C R A Z Y to put this online) – these urban spaces I want to connect to but they disappear before I can get there. Four – I'm having a senior moment and I can't remember what I've been obsessing about as number four the stir fry veggies need to be stirred – will we get to go to Bulgaria ? Ah…the number four…music. So what does that mean?
Oh gosh – don't you hate that illusion. That in club and the out club and the chic club and the non chic club. Perpetually underground never emerging will it ever change? Do I even care? Did you spell check? For heaven's sake. No.
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