hermetica

SO its late, I oughta be in bed sleeping. Went down to the beach today with kidlet and of course came home with all sorts of driftwood and rocks. One of these days, I'm going to do a huge installation piece in some big fuckin gallery and dump all my stone, bone, stick and wierd organic shit collection all over the floor, and let people wander thru, picking up what they like, like I do at the beach every time I go. I'll call it 'yard sale'! Of course, I'll keep my favourite bones and such, but the rest will be disseminated (I like that word-so virile!) among all those who visit the show. And I'll come up with some sort of proposition (which of course, like a lot of the installation art you see these days, is intellectual masturbation) about 'property' and what is considered 'special' to people and why society 'collects' things.

I'm writing this all down so that I dont forget it and I'll promptly copyright it too dammit LMAO!

Ach I can never decide if I love the art world or hate it.

Think I'll go get something to eat and go sleep now.