As I write this, there has just been an enormous boom in Brooklyn and then sirens and I have no idea what’s going on and it is hot (maybe a transformer blew, maybe something else). I did this ink crowd today (I’m sort of thinking I want to do a seires of crowds… it came to me in a dream and also at the Summerstage show… I’m really fairly isolated in the studio of late and the idea of standing in crowd…. well it’s odd). My mom was asking me about the symbolism and there really isn’t any, but what I was thinking of was all these people at the end of one century, moving into the next and they are all going to get blown up and or blow themselves up and or watch some variation. I don’t know. I’m just thinking of Dada and WWI and just how absurd right now feels to me. But honestly, I should watch the news… and the space shuttle and Ezekial and Kubrick and turning turning turning… the rat in the wheel.
