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BAD START TO A NEW NOVEL
Waiting for daylight to break so he could find his way to the recycling plant and then the local liquor store Bubba’s, J W, as friends knew him, had spent a sleepless night thinking about his mother.
“ Perhaps I can write my way out of this fix” he thought
Read MoreFloating Questions
The rattling question posed by my friend is this: “ What are you doing?” referring to this web site. I really shouldn’t use quotes as I don’t think he posed the question exactly like that, but that is essentially what he and others have asked.
Read MoreIS THERE A JUNGIAN IN THE HOUSE?
I actually do pay a lot of attention to my dreams and my sub-conscious as many of you know…. And I’m fairly certain I will also explore my unconscious some day.
Read MoreTHE DREAM
AT THE CORNER OF ART AND COMMERCE STREETS
HERE ARE SEVEN HARD TRUTHS ABOUT ART:
1.ART is either a divine accident, or a miserable mistake.... we aren’t sure which.
2.ART is a complete waste of time until you become wildly successful.
3.Sanity and ART don’t mix, but sometimes they will glare at each other.
4.Once you are a successful ARTist, even your toenails become valuable.
5.You probably can’t trade your ART for a new Volvo.
6. They would rather invite a dead great ARTist for dinner than a live maybe great one.
7.Whatever ART is, it's not gravy.
FILE DRAWERS FULL OF PEOPLE
I want to write on a lot of other topics but I’m forced to do some business first.
I have been showing and selling my work since the late 70s, I have tried to be conscientious about maintaining a mailing list and keeping records of which collector bought which sculpture etc. There was an art boom in the 80s and I sold a lot of work. Often galleries do not want artists to know who bought their work as they feared the artists would cut deals directly with the collectors and leave them out......so at times getting information was tough.
At any rate I have mailing lists out the wazoo. A while back it dawned on me that changes of all sort occur in people’s lives. Lives change …my mailing list should change. I rarely changed it.
In fact keeping up with collectors became a full time job. I guess I slacked off in the mail and records department. Other than a few feeble rallies I have pretty well given up the fight.
If you bought a piece of mine years ago you are probably in “File- drawer A…B or C.” I get you out every once in a while and dust you off. Sadly I would rather get to work on something new than keep up with this stuff.
However along with this blog, which is somehow connected to Facebook and twitter, I now have a computerized mailing list. All of this is courtesy of Ashley. All I have to do is not screw it up.
So I am asking people who want to stay in touch to sign my mailing list …either on this site or on Facebook. I promise you will no longer end up in my studio in a cold file drawer but will be safe and warm in my computer.
Thanks
The management
SO HAPPENED BEFORE DREAM
THE BLUE CAR FLOOD OF ‘69
Soon after, in what was to be the first of several poor choices, I moved out of the room with the cockroaches. It had been nearly 2 weeks since I had undertaken this new phase in my life. I knew loneliness and misery would be my destiny but upon embracing them I was ….well, lonely and miserable.
Read MoreBAD POETRY IS HEAVY MAN
Two women had recently moved into the apartment above me. I had not met them. Late that dark winter’s night there was a knock at the door. I opened it. The young women rushed into the room both talking at once.
Read MoreTHE EDITING OF ACME DREAMS
However, I have been warned by people familiar with the internet and web sites such as this, that it is not wise to post long diatribes. Evidently people are merely amusing themselves on the internet and do not have the time for serious matters….such as my life.
Read MoreHALLUCINATING IN REAL TIME
Suddenly a blinding light hit me with its full force. Clear as day a 1956 Ford (blue, 2 door) was barreling straight toward us at a speed that seemed physically impossible.
Read MoreAPPARATUS DU MESMER
Uncle Dick was standing next to a tractor in an Arkansas cotton field. I could still smell the dankness from the attic that morning.
"Boy "he said " You been tryin' to mesmerize me"
Read MoreNote:
All names will be changed in the future to protect the innocent ….Ed Haddaway will hence be known as NED BATTAWAY
Read MoreCONVERSATIONS WITH MURT
“First you get people on the internet to enjoy reading wonderful stories about your life and times. You come up with these new stories every week. Then after a while they get to know the real you and they feel sorry for you or something.... and before you know it they buy a 30 foot tall sculpture and you can go to Hawaii ” I said
“YOU WANT PEOPLE TO FEEL SORRY FOR YOU?” Murt asked abruptly, raising his voice.“You WANT pity ?! ……PITY?!...