Sunday, January 31, 2010

Friday I felt bad for the marks I made on paper. Paint pigment and ink on paper -- compelling as always, grabbing my attention, as always, sent it to nothing. In the midst of frustration and bewildered sadness I said aloud "I feel bad for these marks, they want to be good art". I declared myself a misguided fan of art supplies. Necessary process failure felt like the kind of failure that is exchangeable with all other failure on Friday.

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