Echos Of Existence

  speaking head change...this from last night  

 i wish I could go back and finish some of my artwork...it may appear finished to the casual observer, at any state of creation.... interesting perspective that I needed badly. I attribute Prop 215. state of a head change. i sovereign nearly every sentence...i hardly want to put anything into the air, for i may spoil what is already there. ...i do enough with a photo. i was unaware. then becoming aware. of what tho?! there obviously have been levels when in the unaware/aware...like i seen things man....i seen things....the trick was to let go. while solemn, revile the jovial times. you might make more.  

so there I stay  

  We know now that a text is not a line of words releasing a single ‘theological’ meaning (the ‘message’ of the Author- God) but a multi-dimensional space in which a variety of writings, none of them original, blend and clash. The text is a tissue of quotations drawn from the innumerable centres of culture. — Roland Barthes

 I would almost follow through with that paranoia.. .almost, It is not the substances. It is what occurred. There are layers to it. Layered atop the disorder that began in 2005 sits the fact that a younger brother’s killer remains free, the case still unresolved. An older brother was visited after his end; the heart finally failed when the pacemaker stopped. Foul play is suspected, or perhaps a staged disappearance for safety. The same quiet hope attaches to the father—that something did not add up and they simply slipped from view.

words are borrowed.