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Art Bricka-Brack

Been doing lots of list-making and brainstorming in regard to the whole art and what-the-hell-am-I-doing-with-my-life type stuff. Today I arrived at the the singular impasse: Who are my peers? Who do I want to be my peers?

Dunno.

The Last Horse

Relocated. Revamped. There's space here; a cloud of ions stretching into infinity. Rooms with views. Time and spacial concerns.

Give me fellowship this day; common communicators with things to say. It's lonely here in our head. We need more connection. Fuzzy signals dancing away on some forgotten wavelength. It's too much to bear. Recipient, where are you? Why have I put off searching for you for so long?

Baby steps then. It's agony to start rustling around in these dusty brambles again, but I need you. I need to reach you.

I will reach you.

Title to be Determined

Artist.

There is a place we need to see. Would you take us there for a minute?

What's it like? Well, the floor's all sugar and gravel down here, and cotton in the sky.

Carpet Guts

Laudable. Entertaining. Passionate.

Classy Class Hero.

Vanguard of Nothing and No One.

Creator Trapped in a Created World.

Too Well-Defined.

Mile a Minute.

Stalk, Talk, and Listen.

Failure to Fail.

Old Brew and Kettle Corpse.

Mingle, Tingle, and Single.

Worldquake and the Turbo Turban.

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After some ape-ish prodding in the dusty innards of my computer case, I managed to get it working again. Have no idea what I did, but it started right up. Not too bad for a layman. Lucky break. Ten letters.

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t e n l e t t e r s

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Philosopher's Tower

Some walking around. Some coffee. Some frozen custard. Time to cool down and stop losing my mind. Leisure-time is scary now. Almost forgot what to do with it.

Sepulchre - pronounced sey-pul-KER

Sepulchral - pronounced sey-PUL-keral

Tomb-like. Eerie places.

So back to towers:

The tower is a physical representation of an idea. Said idea is housed within the confines, or kept outside, floating above, or buried underneath. Present. Or lost in the Past, or planned for the Future.

The top can provide an unobstructed view of the surrounding area. 360 degrees of unrestricted visibility, or restricted to something narrower. Perhaps a window looking onto the idea in question?

Intent?

To interpret cultural nodes through the context of a body of work.

Translation?

Something-something.

Losing the Thread

No work today, thank goodness. I can think a little clearer now. Breathe a little deeper.

Now what was it we were talking about?

Building in chaotic realms. Nothing is static. Context in upheaval. I do not want to be in the vanguard of gentrification philosophy. No. I'll be something worse: the anti-hip. The anti-hype.