Oh no, winters almost here!!!!

It's starting to get cold again, the wood that was swollen all summer
has finaly begun to shrink the door hangs loose in it's frame, I can
smell fires from neighbors chimneys at night and trees have begun to
sparkle with cheap Christmas lights. I'll miss the fall but if I'm
lucky it will be back.

I drew this to be an engagment present but couldn't part whith it. Is
it just me or does the coach look like bob hoskins?

some more components

"the components project" or "stepping in"

for a time i wanted to be art, i thought this took some special effort, i thought i had to escape myself in order to become myself but i am starting to think i can not become myself because i can not help but be myself and as such i can not help but be art and live in art.
    i have decided to buid a house, or to be more percise a shack. this shack will be built of and filled with art. i will place inside all that makes me who and what i am, from the comics, books and movies that i love to the cigarets i smoke and clothes i wear to the random brik-a-brak and bobbles that inspire my astetics but most importantly i will place myself into this space andi will be as much a part of this piece as the art that makes up the walls.
    you may be saying dear reader that this task is an impossible undertaking and as i look across my scattering of components i may be temted to agree with you as i currently have a third of a walls worth currently, i do not have funding nor do i have a space to construct the final piece but mark my words i will accomplish this goal no matter what it takes.
this project could easily seem like an exercise in self absorbtion but it is in actuality an exersise in self emersion and an external projection of the internal in the only honest way i can concieve of.
in the next day or two i will post some preliminary sketches of my plans for the shack.  

painting in gauch

This is a wax sculpture I made the other night

COMPONENTS OF MY UPCOMING CONSTRUCT

the other day a freind came over to my apartment for the first time, after looking around for a bit at the piles of art and supplys, pop culture periferys and asorted brick a brak he declared "this place is like the inside of my head only its in the real world" this made me think what if i could actualy do this? what if i could make my mind manifest its clutered and confounded beauty in the physical world? this has led me to the conclusion that i must make an attempt i will build a room from my found object work and then i will fill the room with what it is that makes me me and if possible i will move into this room for an amount of time i have yet to determine. it will be somthing like luise burgiouse "cell's" but where those spaces are used as metaphor and aligorie mine will be as close to a litteral living space as possible .

THE PLACES I HAVE BEEN

THE BAHAMAS WAS AMAZING EVERY THING
HAD A GLOW TO IT AND AN INAUDIBLE BUZZ THAT MADE EVRYTHING COME ALIVE
I CAME BACK TO LIFE