A busy day today, out in the sunny, slippery-icy real world. I deinstalled a piece in one exhibition space and another gallery sold a painting. eBay has also been going gangbusters the last few days. Turns out people want happy, smiling 1960s fabric dolls. And why not. My Amazon sales have slowed down a bit since the holidays, so do yourself a favor, buy some cool music or a good book, help support an artist. Together we can jump-start this darned economy ...right?
I started a book last winter, working title Wolves of the Snow, and I'm thinking of serializing it on Twitter. N.'s started using Twitter as another string to her professional bow. Not that I want to spend any more time on the computer. ...But if it's in the cause of art, now that I can justify. Here's just a taste, an excerpt, one of those beginning of chapter quotes (in this case the words of a made-up mythological figure):
That clatterous beast awoke in me such fear, that I had rather misplaced my life than my sword. But reigning in my terror, I mustered to face, as if deep-mirrored lake, the truth of that unvanquished foe. For here was where my true fear stood. Not before the castle keep, but within my own imagining, as if a self-shot arrow to the heart.Arthur of Tremol
It may take some time to write a whole book on Twitter, so, in the meantime, here's a book about pee-drinking, time traveling kids, to while away the winter hours.
Closed-system symmetry: To buy is to sell, to sell is to buy, to give is to receive. Ask China.
Photo Naomi Sachs.
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