Emerging from sleep inside the curtains protected from light, amongst the ruins of darkness and the guide rails of unconscious refuge, constructions fade slowly into the floor and walls where they have existed, incarnate, just a short distance from closed and fluttering lids, their dust the faint odor of hope (...Mmmmm).
Close your eyes and start talking alone and often. See how foolish you feel. After a time it gets easier, you get more confident with yourself, you learn to except most of the nonsense that everyone else hears in that social distillation of 'it all'. No what I mean? Anyway I thought that if I was to crucify this with a title I'd call it 'Devils Tower' after Northern Wyoming's Devils Tower, the name of the mountain that Richard Dreyfuss had a presentiment of in Close Encounters. It's an unavoidable gesture when I begin work right now and it's just some personal stuff in need of resolution.
A spread that I've always been curious about. The contents are trace fragments of anxiety about my life; getting off the merry go round, a mixed response to a TV story of a mountain plane crash, the persistence of Hitlers memory, religious zealotry's claim to order and the ramblings of a man embedded for a time in the indecipherable codes of alchemy, the latter, in retrospect, being this marks fulcrum.
Now in the possession of Kevin Petillo and Victoria Grant this little cardboard and oil rendered sign manifest itself through frustration. Kate came around to the house so many times that I finally decided to paint her in a pink leather jacket. Specifically I'd decided to paint her in a jacket that I knew she had begun to hate. I was hard then, cruel too and this totem was just another rally towards a world that I'd felt myself more and more distanced from. I've seen neither Kate nor the pink leather jacket since.
Unlike Picasso I don't date every piece. This is a frustration and an ill discipline; some interior force sabotaging my bases and keeping the enemy one step ahead. Therefore I'm stepping up security and reviewing all the staff, as well as cross checking interviews with family members to find the root of all of this. Anyway the point is that this is old, at least four years old. What different does it really make? None at all, and honestly, I'm becoming dust already.