Save that Pessimism for Better Times

Today, Like many a recent day

I have been working on a large collage for my up and coming exhibition in Dallas. Day Dream or A Debbie Nation when I was a kid wearing a Cowboys jersey, before throw backing...

Like many a recent day
Carried away

well you see that little boombox, there was two i used on a drawing today. two little boomboxes to complete a section of the large collage. I had lunch and ran my hands over all the little pieces I had made just an hour before-no skate park today rain date- I inspected my craft like a carpenter, running his hands over all the lathes or trim or dovetails or what ever he does with wood. and damn son, that little speaker box was gone.

So I went looking.




I looked Left




And I looked Right.


What a mess you say?
I will give you a mess...
As I was saying/typing today to a dear friend about this political economic situation, and mind you - - -
its a heaping mess, and an ugly one, a catastrophic car wreck that every one lived through but should not have. the victims are terribly mangled and bleeding and gnarled and limbless and nubbed and they are fighting over who started the accident. not just landing a tooth tax kind of a blow
but bad youtube home made cage match style fighting meets british movie portrayal of bitter beered up footballer hooligan style fighting. something Troma Entertainment would have passed up because it is too damned silly. how silly, our global economic pandemic.

I did not find the little speaker, although I did look. and it wasnt a loss nor was it hopeless.
Sometimes our tasks are just that, and you gots get creative. I drew another micro radio raheem speaker box. Metaphor son.