Today while massaging a client and listening to the Windham Hill version of "Greensleeves" (one of my favorites, it's so ripply) it occurred to me that it would be possible to do a whole series of little drawings, paintings, sculptures, silly objects, scattered all around the walls, floors and ceilings, relating to one another in a harmonic way--like ripples.
This sort of thing has occurred to me before, of course, but I couldn't think of a properly art-speaky way of justifying it, so I let it languish. Well, fuck that.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
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Cool, just keep on pushing it onward. That, and check out my latest blog!
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