the freedom of space waiting to be filled...

Sometimes I just need the joy of filling up the blank space... It is for me an absolute freedom... it is my space to fill as I see fit... it is infinite with possibilities... that practice keeps me sane... so I hope that the fates will allow me this luxury from time to time and understand that it is what keeps me...

art theory...

I have a friend who doesn't believe that there can be something called "art theory..." ah, but it is like any discipline... we have our terms... our jargon. In art it just means an idea of what art can or should be... Everyone has an art theory... an idea of what art can or should be... It is usually that which we call "good" or "bad" or even that which we say is NOT... The problem with "good" is that it carries this moral implication...

It is an interesting exercise to consider what you require for something to be good...

what becomes a legend most...

Ok CT... the best cat...

in love with fur...

selfesteem...

we all secretly believe we are superior...

It is easier sometimes not to test this.

dreaming...

Dreams are the human mind absent the matrix of civilization. The mind operates through association and metaphor – the womb of art – this is the reason we, as a species have so rarely been without it – the image, the ritual, the act - art - a world of magic and spontaneous transmissions is our natural state.


An animal sees the human and associates sensory experience with that image. I stream together a series of images and words because my mind wants to dwell upon the sensory significance of those images and words. Our waking selves filter and order, and repress these associations as dictated by the systems of interpretation and response that our culture and more intimately, our families have embedded within us.