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Last night, or the night before last, I'll not say which night but at midnight of that night and I'll not say which midnight I got a year older and only slightly less wisedom, but I won't say how dumb.
Mostly I spent the day looking at Picasso. They wouldn't let me photograph the Picassos I was looking at. Fuck Picasso. I Hate Picasso. That bastard never missed a fucking trick.....
What's the God damn point of painting. If it weren't for deKooning, I'd have no hope at all.
oh and that flash at the end in the time lapse is me turning forty... fuck.
Mostly I spent the day looking at Picasso. They wouldn't let me photograph the Picassos I was looking at. Fuck Picasso. I Hate Picasso. That bastard never missed a fucking trick.....
What's the God damn point of painting. If it weren't for deKooning, I'd have no hope at all.
oh and that flash at the end in the time lapse is me turning forty... fuck.
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As for tricks, sometimes I think there is nothing but the tricks we've learned...once boiled down all of being an artist to two visual metaphors, one, a trapeze artist on trapeze with an asses head, and the other of a man stuck in a pillory with an asses head, set out for public derision.
I was going through an artistic crisis at the time, and the only way to proceed through the thing was to accept myself as an ass. Artist as ass.
It can't get terribly worse (actually it could so I wake up most day pretty fucking greatful to be alive at all).
Close as i care to get to talk of God is talk of art.
Oh wait, you youguns probably wouldn't know.