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It’s come to my attention that I’ve forgotten some important things. Perhaps not life threatening important, or even for my physical well being. I always remember to brush my choppers and I normally remember to eat food.

But I’ve forgotten things are important to my soul. To my mental well being. OK. When I say things I truly mean places on the internet that feed my mind. It’s important to keep ones mind well fed and excersized. Look, I can’t even spell anymore!

(granted, I never really could spell. I’ve always been what is classically labeled as "smart", but I’ve never been able to spell. wait. that’s a lie.I remember something about this.  I decided that spelling wasn’t important in 5th grade. That and most mathmatical equations. My reasoning at the time was that if a tool exsisted that could help you achieve your goal than committing so many thigns to memory was a waste indeed. I heart dictionaries and caculators)

One of the things that I had forgotten about was the Wurst Gallery (http://thewurstgallery.com). It’s a wonderful gallery in Portland Oregon that has an online gallery. It inspired me to revamp thirft store art finds, which is such fun. Currently, I have two prints of vegetables (one pepper and one tomato) that I"m working on for a friend. I’ve decided to incorporate fabric and some three dimensional elements. I really like using three dimensional elements.

So, as I rediscovered this wonderful wesbite tonight I also rediscovered Print Gocco. I covet it. I want it. I need it. But first and foremost I need a digital camera.

I have come to the conculsion that documentation is essential. I have this urge to document everything. It’s almost as if I’m afraid that if i don’t I’ll miss something important. A miniscule detail that will change everything and force me to rethink and remap my synapses.

Today I purchased a book. Speck: A curious collection of uncommon things. What I like about this book is that the colloborators have taken the everyday and elevated it to art status. They’ve brought your attention to the little details that they so appreciate.

I endeavor to do that. If I were to describe the underlying meaning behind my work it would be to bring attention to the things that are so often lost in translation. The of’s, and’s, but’s, an’s and as’s of the visual world. When was the last time that you stopped and really considered the pen that you use daily. Do you appreciate the very mechanics that allow it to retract? What about the form that the finger saving cushion has taken over the weeks of use? Have you ever stopped while chopping up your vegetable stir fry to see the transluscent skin of the onion that makes you cry? The rings in the metal of your wok.

These are all things that you see daily, but never really consider. I say that these things must be considered and their innate beauty appreciated. Only after you’ve learned to appreciate the small details of your life can you truly appreciate the grander details.

If I ever have an art opening I will present this idea. Maybe we can pretend to have philosophical discussions over our cheap wine and cheese. Perhaps some pretenious artist will arrive and I will have to pretend to care about what he sees or doesn’t see in my work. Later I’ll make fun of him with my down to earth friends who couldn’t spell pretention any better than I.

This is a dream. A good one. An attainable one.
 (those are always the best ones).

Another discovery tonight is the radiotower.com What a great thing! What a fabulous find! Music! All night long! From everywhere! YIPPEE!