Jack Kerouac, as Sal Paradise once said: "I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion." And I think that's a rather apt description of my blog over the years, and perhaps the most perfect description of me in general that I've ever read. So that's what this blog is, a collection of the falling stars that are beckoning me at any time.

27 May 2008

dreams of restless clouds

I finally have in my mind exactly what I'd like to do for a solo show. It seems so daunting though, not just all I need to create to have the pieces (as I have noting but their forms in my brain) but all the expense, and most of all the pitch to get it exhibited once it's done. It's there in my head now though, so one day it will be. I'll incorporate some prints, but the heart of it is back to my first medium. Film. I may have to transfer it to a digital format in the end, but I want to buy a bolex and do it proper. I also have grand dreams of building kinetoscopes. Maybe I'll end up being as I should have been all along, the offbeat animator buried inside.

In other news, my wrist is getting worse. I fell outside my building about a month and a half ago. I skinned up my knee and my wrist has hurt when I bend it at a 90 degree angle (hand up) ever since. I don't think I even caught myself with my wrist so I'm not sure what I did, but it seems to be getting worse and now hurts when I bend it 90 degrees the other direction and it gets stiff when I'm driving. It's my right hand so it's rather a pain.