wanting more poetry

i did
i did want more poetry from these images
but i have to settle for this
i have been "organizing" for days on end
not my physical space
but my mental one
part of my dissatisfaction seems to be stemming from
a lack of defined goals
which has resulted in
never having a means to experience progress
never knowing i have moved forward
never feeling accomplishment

still organizing

so the stuff on the left:
stickers that undoubtedly have no adhesive left...
and so in other words...
are useless
on the right postcards from heide hatry

every once in a while i really love my fotola combos;
yesterday was one of those times

daily bread		animus

corners

there are many corners of my studio that need examining
there are many corners of my life that need attention
i tackled the garden today
4+ hours later
i am a sweaty mess,
i have a blister forming
my arms are scratched up
but things feel a bit more under control
and they look a bit better too

tiny troubles

little pellets of annoyance
on a golden thread
...
make lemonade

collections

i was someplace tonight
that gave new meaning to "collections"
every object felt as if it had such life,
such purpose...
i didn't take pictures
it would have felt like an intrusion
but i would like to some day

extra

for two days i've been working on a tumblr style sheet
for a twitter project i am doing for the brooklyn museum
i am always amazed how totally and completely absorbed i get
when coding

planters

it's the last little bit of garden stuff
that needed to come in before the freeze
i try very hard not to let extraneous stuff end up in the studio
but then again
the garden isn't really extraneous

things i look at

when i don't know what to do with something
i tend to stick it up on the wall
these things can stay in place for years
and eventually become significant
and by virtue of their longevity
they take on a certain resonance
as i add more things around them
another record,
a journal of sorts gets created
and i become loathe to disrupt it
this is the life of a pack rat
or as i like to say;
an archivist

not sure

still not sure about all this...
yes it's pretty & fun
but what else

i am pretty much frustrated with everything

it's all a mystery to me

my expectations always try to get the better of me