When Everything Is Visible And

I Think Sometimes I Get Carried Away, Like I'm Speaking To An Imaginary Audience Rather Than Just Trying To Figure Something Out For Myself. Ideally, I Try To Balance That - That I'm Asking These Questions Of Myself, How Does This Work, Why Does This Happen, What's Going On Here.

I'd Been Keeping Tour Diaries, And Especially When I Go Somewhere Where I Felt The Experience Might Be Interesting, Like Eastern Europe Or South America Or Whatever, Where The Whole Perception Of What I Was Doing There And Stuff That I Was Seeing And Music I Was Hearing, I Could Put All That Into A Diary.

...if Photos Can Reproduce The World More Perfectly Than Any Painter, Can Capture An Instant, A Look, A Gesture, Then What Makes A Painting Good Anymore? Painting Subverts This Subversion Of Its Traditional Nature By Redefining Itself - Art Is Idea, Not Simply Skillful Execution. So, A Work Can Be Crudely Made, Or Even Machine Made - But It Has To Be Practically And Functionally Useless.

Another Elvis Will Not Come Along. He Got Wasted, But It's Alright.

Sometimes It's A Form Of Love Just To Talk To Somebody That You Have Nothing In Common With And Still Be Fascinated By Their Presence.