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i believe in trains--trains and moving things that bind us in a stench, a crush, a tossed together cacophony of human limbs and heads. it beats our sterilized obnoxion, our childhood terror of the deep-brow stranger...
i believe in filth, i take it on as the most monumental of all human creations. after all, it is: why disown what we made (except, says the sour-faced agnostic: perhaps we were made in that image). perhaps you were; not i. wherever you find humans you find filth: i, honoring humans, drink deep the cup of our disease. no wallowing, for gluttons perish first--but drink the unwashed cup, eat the uncooked meal, smell the evidence of our staggering survival.
not out of pride: only history has taught we ever drank and ate and smelled the same. i'll not be fancied more than purer bloods in such a cheapened age.
may '11
This is really good. I can not imagine what you are not happy with. It is amazing how much better you have gotten in such a short amount of time. I know it doesn't seem like it, but it really has not taken you very long go from "kinda raw talent" to "really good artist." Now think about how much you have spent on classes and how much practice you have put in to get a picture you see good and bad in. If you would put in half that much into golf (classes or practice) you could find good in your golf game as well. Every round does not have to be a master piece. That is how golf and art are alike for me.
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