A day ago I found myself lamenting what seemed to be a creative lull in my life lately. Increased productivity, decreased creativity. To be fair, it is almost impossible for me to evaluate any given period of time in my life for its value (creative, productive, or otherwise) until much later. However, since my feeling of the current moment is all I really have to go on for determining truth in the matter, I decided to try to take advantage of this increased impulse for productivity that I am feeling and make some stuff.
One project is a secret. It's out there on the web, but I can't tell you where it is or how to find it. Yes, a mystery. Go ahead and try to solve that one if you have the time.
So I have been investing more time on this venture... along with trying to relearn the drums, working, preparing for Norway, using up some old photo paper, attending drawing sessions and saving the world. Blah blah blah. The truth is this piece is pretty sub-par in my opinion, and I did not spend any time on it at all. It is intended to be the unimpressive prototype for a visual poetry project. As words come to me I will google them and use a screenshot of the first page's results. Then I will combine them digitally and present to you, oh my viewers, a finished work of ART. or dada. You decide. But don't tell me, I want to be surprised. Just write a letter and let me know what you think. But I can't tell you my address, because that is a mystery.