my life on the [change]



would not, from all the borders of itself,
burst like a star: for here there is no place
that does not see you. You must change your life.
-Rainer Maria Rilke (except from Archaic Torso of Apollo)

Too cold to go to the park today, no humans around, but a sweet dog is visiting my house, for a week (on the left). The TV has been on and off all day, I bought "art supplies" at Lowe's home center.

Making photographs is always [easier] to talk about, than the actual doing. A friend of mine came over tonight, we ended up talking about the ink on the pages of Aperture magazine, rather than the photographs themselves. Reminded me of all the photo-geeks online who write about equipment. As I become increasingly unsure of what art is -- a website which seems to have transcended geek-speak, and taken on a life of its own (hundreds of camera lens tests) comes to mind; www.ksmt.com.

After my friend left, I ate a pint of ice cream, while looking through the phonebook-sized April issue of Artforum, my confusion -- not lifted, but I am looking forward to my studio tomorrow.

I had so longed, all weekend, to talk about the art, rather than the ink.

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