klondike

ray johnson and daniel johnson. two different people. not only different from eachother but different from everybody else. see the movies 'How to draw a bunny' and 'The devil and Daniel Johnson'. interesting stuff. somehow, as an artist, it feels good to know that other people see things similarly. I find it amazing to see people truly real and wholy themselves, not some copycat of someone else, but someone who has their own thoughts and is not afriad to themselves. sometimes i feel like i'd like to wear tight tie-dyed t-shirts and an oversized goofy plaid hat outside becuase it's what what i sometimes like to wear inside the house. Although i feel i'd get beaten up for wearing such bizarre things. i try to restrict myself sometimes. But a true artist i suppose would just do their own things and damn everyone else. right? anyways, check out those movies. cool stuff.

i started making pages for a book presummably titled 'expiermentals'. i had off-handedly set the two completed watercolours aside an old sheet with some words. bingo! an accidental triptic. ok works for me. i thought they looked pleasing together. there seemed to be something conecting them. like mountain tops in the fog.