soeksi

indeed about the what else do you do. you hone yourself in to a working, exercising, playing and artmaking machine is what you do. right now it's all got to be fit right in but tomorrow, nae 5 years from now (inspired by the 5 ago) where do you want to be? on call, still answering business questions because it's fun and it's like problems i couldn't be bothered to solve in university (get a fucking calculator and you have to pay me to work with others being catch phrases of days gone by), making pictures and things because that's where ideas sizzle and heaven's only knows, i can't keep'em all to myself. to do so would be rude. the flow is sometimes the very long way around. the right way. the gather yourself and step in to the light way. can't imagine why who has what ideas because nothing's really happened yet. as it happens it actually gets a bit quantum which is not what i see. month after month the art mags arrive - most can be deconstructed to the desperate gasp for air we collectively suck and then sigh. so tediously linear in that you asked for my attention. then added text and told us all the things you were sad about. whatever is our malfunction? we're all guilty some of us even pay for the self flagellation. when you're rich, it's easier to job it out. i wonder if the whole of the art world is but a whore for the mind. for consciousness.