Monday, March 14, 2016

The Iridescent Journal from 2007 when I found Henry Miller and made him into my artist's statement.


I want I want I want
to be so occupied with receiving
that I don't want.



If I fucked everyone in the entire world would
my fucks be less valuable than if i only fucked the love of my life?
Does it matter what kind of fuck I am talking about?
(Now ask for love instead of fuck)

Is it really as valuable that God loves me if he loves everyone?



There was this moment.

I was lying in bed,
surrounded only by blankets

well blankets and
air and
darkness

and i was rubbing myself
faster and faster
til
i burst

and then i cried.

I cried hard.

and that is what i want to
capture, that is what i want to show
show
show
everyone that can see.




There is only one thing that interests me vitally now, and that is the recording of all which is omitted in books. Nobody, so far as i can see is making use of those elements in the air which give direction and motivation to our lives.
-Henry Miller

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