pass words,

it’s really spring, i can tell by the way some friends have been getting good news-

i’m fine,

doin good,

hanging in there,

keepin at it,

sometimes i get ‘calm before the storm,’ and ‘y ou need to hit rock bottom to rise to the top,’ mixed-up, are they related somehow? 

talked to someone last night about work having legs- i imagined my work with legs, in people’s homes, in galleries, at the park- i’ve never really imagined my work with limbs, though i’m pretty sure at one point i’ve seen some paintings breathe, 

chest heaves and deep sighs,

past, present, past-present,

past-present, passed presents, past presence,

you guys hear about the heartbleed bug? pretty sure i’ve had that one for a while now- WOMP WOMP, kust jidding- but not just kidding,

recently realized putting faith in someone means nothing with just words, it’s participatory- i wonder how many times i’ve ‘believed’ in someone or something and thought i could exist outside of it- i wanna be more active in the lives of the people and things i believe in, 

to leave a mark, 

like rilke on the impressions of rodin’s fingerprints on his figures- every detail, however minute, is essential to the make-up of the greater whole- and that the whole would not carry the same weight without said things existing in the full range of meaning: purpose, error, intention, and success,

-that last addition was me tho,

is there something i can hold as a reminder of this commitment?  a present type of presence? a talisman? a baseball bat?

they say, ‘ if you want something bad enough….’

-how does it end?

got some great news for the fall, stick around, check up on me, i’ll let you know details soon- i love you, bbs,