blogspot exists where facebook does not.

and that is in rare occurences and sad, but so true.

graphic design exercises are to me altogether boring and a real drag. i wish someone would just spoil market or give a sign that says all these 'class exercises' are meant to be taken seriously as real pieces of work.

got really excited over vintage anatomical drawings while looking for images to rip off, as we were told to do, and found an artist's statement that made me stop and want to keep the site, wishing it was tangible and concrete.

Since the age of eighteen every job that I have had has centered around death and the disassembly of the human body. Over twenty years of such work has pushed me into a permanent melancholy. My art, however, has flourished under these circumstances, even as the rest of my life (and body) gradually dissolves.

Out of desperation I turned to art. I made three-dimensional collage works that were labeled as perverted or grotesque. After a number of group and solo shows this mode of working ceased to satisfy me, and I began a study of fine art. Several years of figurative study have brought me to a point where I am satisfied that I can translate my ideas to clay or canvas.

Recently I read an article about sperm whales and learned that the whales are gouged and disfigured about their heads by the food they eat (giant squid) and from goring each other with their teeth in sex spats. For weeks I have walked around looking at everyone as an assemblage of wounds, as if the battles of their lives were scars wrapped around their faces. Every maneuver of avoidance, every slight glance, wringing of wrists, all evidence of failed loves, of lovers consumed.

Art is the high point of a society. Without it, we are nothing. Nothing, that is, but a collection of scars and defects waiting to be re-cycled. Its our art allows us to transcend this darkness. It lives beyond us on our temple walls, books, tapestries and in the dreams of our descendants. When its creator is forgotten, art proves its true magic. It lives on even as we do not.

Scott Graeber.

Beautiful, is it not. I want to be able to write about myself and my work like that.


Meanwhile, this weekend im DEFINITELY going to hairloom and caramel. look at their cupcakes!