portals.
we either ignore them or go through them. right now, i'm screaming for a portal. life is and isn't going as planned. things could always be better, perhaps that is part of the human condition. the perpetual want.
anyways, here's a piece about portals. as to it's exact meaning, fcuked if i know. although i do know i made this after reading some backslapping bullcrap about native artists. people need to get back to earth, into the trenches. i am in the trenches all the time, in fact, i'm even literally underground making art, for art's sake. maybe that's part of the problem, i need to get out of the trenches. the trouble is, when i'm in a room full of backslapping phonies and people who way over-intellectualize art, to justify their MFA and PH.D's in art, or philosophy or whatever the hell people were selling that year, my ass twitches, my spine aches, my brain begins to get sucked dry from all the hot air being blown around and i simply either get liquored and freak out, or i have to leave before i vomit. i can only stand so much bullshit, and the older i get, the less i can stand. i've been doing this a long time, toiling away in obscurity. meh. that said, i am looking into getting my M.F.A. at a university. haha. watch me eat my own words.
haaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaanom nom nom nom.......
maybe now i'll get the attention, fame and fortune i so richly deserve.
bwahahahahahahahaha. kidding about the fame. stuff the fame. the money i'll always take.
haha.
until next time lovers,
cb.
i think this is about the 2face nature of the art world
perhaps, the world in general.
king for a day
fool for a lifetime.
