i can't help but think of johnny:
the sun is retreating, and the drab of winter is beginning to set in.
i hate not seeing the sun.
my intaglio print went alright. it may still be going. who knows.
lithography is next. maybe four-color process, maybe something novel (assuming i can ever pin the mechanics of my concept down). we'll see.
i've been a first-rate recluse
despite seeing some friends.
been taking lots of pictures
and making new loose ends.
the house dynamic has evolved, complicated, and to some extent pacified.
and i remain the neutral, the focus out of frame.
i don't know what punctuation i should be using to separate that last line.
art history is bunk, though
galleries rule.
today i saw bob mapplethorpe
prints.
tonight i write a paper
on some painting by some guy.
six pages to go.