Tuesday, March 06, 2007

One waits for a sign...which, of course, doesn't come. Not for nothing do we read Beckett. And so, sans sign, sans sanity and sans souci, we're back. And will continue to talk about...uh, well...something or the other.

I stuck six sheets of silver paper on my kitchen windows. They are rather shiny and rather kitschy. I am at the edge, as far as being in love with this particular improvisation is concerned. It needs some mythification....option 1) connect to mythical person from past that loved magpie beauty, 2) connect to mythical self that loved shine and shimmer, 3) connect to the world of postmodern kitsch.

Tell, tell, tell!

More importantly, I think I need another layer of six silver sheets before the world can be effectively shut out.