coarse art: tempo of recollection stage production

Is any horse, no matter how lame or smelly better than walking?

Photographs, drawings, paintings, and writings. Examinations and ruminations on the aesthetics of culture - a blindly groping reflexive stumble through the manure and kitsch-strewn fields of music, pictures, films, styles, trends, and so on - closet by closet, stone by stone, niche by niche, nit by nit, sinkhole and swamp, thorn by thorn, where we look at zombies, sheep, somnambulists, hacks, fakes, shining lights, fading lights, and sift through ashes to paint them black again, shine lights down drains and into eyes, walk in mud to track it indoors and put faces on the clouds just because there are none really there. Why we like or loathe what we do. Essences and spectres all valid. Pretty tall order, you might say. Yep! But I also warned you that this is "a blindly groping... stumble", which means that I can go lurching off in any direction at any time - I could even fall down and stay down for extended periods! Please be patient, it suits you.

coarse art

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

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Is any horse, no matter how lame or smelly better than walking?

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