Sunday, December 21, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Things are becoming more icy, more cold, and whatever word is four times harsher than brisk. I fear the end of the biking season, while I have not officially hung up the tires yet, I may have to admit that December 14th was the last day I ventured out.
Personal projects and business development is on the fore front of the mind. I'm hoping to find the website (klaserfilms.com) up and running with reels and magic sometime soon in the new year. Hopefully this will also help facilitate the final creation and production of MinotaurTV (MTV if you will...)
We'll be uploading the Sky Factory music video, the Artisan Time Lapse, Personal Reels, Science Dog, an unfinished Icarus2.0 trailer and Charles Shaw's lecture all quite soon. In the mean time its back to the editing bay.
Always remember that there is more behind the mud in your head. The reality of everyday repetition clouds the under current of your more primal thoughts. While these areas of your mind may seem "sinister" or "savage" it can be assured that this is nothing more than the fears and sexual taboos of your far gone ancestors.
If one, such as yourself, finds it easy to dwell upon these thoughts, it is highly encouraged. In times antique you would have been considered to be a spiritual and connected individual, whereupon in this digital and precise age, you are seen as dysfunctional, odd, and stubborn.
Please use your dreams as road maps to the future. Make sure to channel
appropriately. And remember no man is an island-- yet we are all islands popping up singularly, from the ocean which makes the collective sleepy tide of human thought.
Monday, December 1, 2008
"Art documentation is by definition not art; it merely refers to art, and in precisely this way it makes it clear that art in this case is no longer present and immediately visible but rather absent and hidden."
(stolen from> [nonsource)
Things buzz and it is cold. This winter will take sometime to get through- but I like time that takes time. Because so much of it goes so fast these days. Watching my family grow up is truly strange, as it must be for them to watch me grow up.
More freelance work is needed. And Soon. If you know of any/have any please send it my way.
A day later, I continue writing another post that I am not sure if I will actually publish. I save these and then work on them, and then they are deleted. Quite un-worthwhile.
When we were slightly younger
There were trees that grew up into the heavens, and our fathers
had built tunnels down into the earth.
And we became greedy. Wanting more
So we chopped down the trees, and we moved the earth
which shifted the mantle and collapsed the tunnels
like veins being choked off by old fat binges and white goo.
And then when the sky fell we had no where to run
but its what we deserved and so I was thankful
what is comfortable is not always what we should be
but in todays world- Im not sure if anyone agrees