inside out

Do you not ever just feel like turning things inside out.  I sure do though I'm not sure how to do that with paintings.  But it's fun to try anyway.  I'm sure some of you know how to tear them up after they are done but I don't quite get that.  What's the point I guess.

I was never sure but I did have an artist over and she would draw totally automatically when she got some pencils in her hand beautiful drawings I thought.  And then when she was done she cut them up into little pieces and leave them on the table.

So I looked at them then I used them in some of my collage work.  Just scraps ready to throw out.  Huh.  Well I had use for them and I thanked her too.

I'm always happy when I find a scrap of a Chilpolte wrapper or at least once finding a piece of a dollar bill on the ground outside of a Best Buy some return mail stickers that sort of thing.

But the main obsession recently has been finding paints that should but don't blend.  Then I am happy for some reason.

And I like finding small scraps out of the free magazines that dot the city.  Not too many they are hard to find.  It just seems like images are nowhere.  Now that must sound idiotic.  Why the web is full of images...!  But they are not good images.  And they are not authentic they are copies of images with no heft of their own.

It is better to use coffee filters and envelopes and pieces from a butter carton.  They have heft malleable tangible weight and real though instantly obsolete function.

And of course there is corporate graffiti.  They put hundreds of these stickers everywhere on small metal sticks they spray paint on the sidewalk and even on the grass and the plants.  Just madness.

You know about five years ago when my youngest was five years old he had a perfect spiral belly button.  I thought he would be a rock star for sure.  People would get operations to imitate his illustrious 

belly button.  It would be the album cover...