littledormy

I want to tear everything down and just start over. Particularly with my art. With this gallery. I feel as if the communication gap between me and the rest of the world is more of a crevasse, the two parts being pulled further and further a part. It's so deceptive, I keep on thinking that I'm communicating, or understanding and out from under me the bottomless pit strikes again!   I long to portray what I see in a way that others can understand. To be an artist that I would admire. To make art that leaves me breathless and anguished just by looking at it. To be so much more than simply clever. I cannot believe how long I have stood up fo

Myselves battle. Part of me is cluttered with buttons and dolls.... lace falls from the roof in my mind and everything is tinted brown from age, save the purple and the red. Fetuses look out through jars in the corner of shelves between animals' missing skulls, other jars filled with precious things, and bottles containing trace amounts of poison... people graze their fingers against one another others before sad eyes meet and fingers lock, door ways are covered with tarnished posters, torn, ripped, layered and flaking... handles and hooks are covered with rust, everyone is deformed, corseted and awkward... accordion music hums down stony s

This world may not be the one I belong in. Movie theaters are going digital, film reels are too expensive to ship and maintain. They are trying to create a movie theater database, that sends the films through a live feed directly to the theaters. Which, probably means small theaters will go out of buisness. An assumption I am making, yes. But it seems to me if there is going to be a film database the people who will own it will be the theater franchises, or the membership fee will be so much that a small buisness couldn't afford it. An upside, perhaps, after films go digital the unwanted film reels might be easier to obtian. If that weren'