Childhood stories grown fat artist starving.

I was just standing there, on the cliffs above the sea of far away hopes, my gaze lost in the sky, my mind clouded within a tangle of seemingly endless circular thoughts, like clouds when two timeless creatures grazing the shore paused, sniffing in my direction. "We eat jumpers." It said. I gulped, and then looked away trying to think of something to make my expression dull and my brow unfurl, away from the scared wide eyed stare I self-consciously knew was too close to jumpy. 'It' was big w...

About dates on pottery: Ceramics is a sculptural archetypal art form. The only older art is cave paintings and rock carving. And the cave painting lasted because they were safe from the elements in a very good gallery (in their cave) and because they were painted with fire, like an ash blackened pot. I mention the above popular knowledge tid-bit because I've had recent conversations with some studio potters about how they don't date their pots. But, I feel it is important to make note of the...

"One juggling fool, three simultaneous contraries and their relationship to the camera". The jester cat stepped into the middle of the stage and unveiled a basket full of colored balls. “Ah does anything we say or do ever make a difference? .. do the masses even listen ?” The fool meows and hisses softly a few times, to get their attention, then rapidly begins the tale for the court party. “Dear audience who might not know your left from my right when given directions, simply because it feel...

I was just standing there, on the cliffs above the sea of far away hopes, my gaze lost in the sky, my mind clouded within a tangle of seemingly endless circular thoughts, when two timeless creatures grazing the shore paused, sniffing in my direction. "We eat jumpers." It said. I gulped, and then looked away trying to think of something to make my expression dull and my brow unfurl, away from the scared wide eyed stare I self-consciously knew was too close to jumpy. 'It' was big with lumpy bl...

“Ah the logic of anything.�? The fool sighs and clicks three times, then begins the tale for the court party. “Dear audience who might not know my left from your right when giving directions, simply because it feels more like who’s left and who’s right. To complete this act requires me to narrate, simultaneous ideals and their contraries, while I, one symmetrical sentient biped in billions with two hands, juggle.�? “As I catch each thought I feel its’ shape and meaning, and then it is up in t...

Fred was not used to waiting for an answer before continuing towards the conclusions of arguments. Fred did listen, but only in the gaps required to intake. Then not to be nonplused tended to resume spewing immediately, as soon as able to flex to expel the next blaring exclamation drowning out all possible retorts or comment by any competing entities in the vicinity. Fred was just one of those who didn't place much worth in gleaning for possible comprehension about the basis for anything. Fre...