Dear either, since my last journal entry. I have been dealing with dual memorial bands. Meaning memory and financial realties on the ground have become corporeal and thus not being able to make art, more often.
The dragnet of consciousness is to finally get shown, somewhere that matters towards publishing and selling my fine art materials. I had to change my domain from Arts-Journal.art to Arts- Journal.online.
What a drag dude! indeed.
This long break from writing is what I call the “bublishing” ecosystem.
To invent and re-invent the wheel one must first understand. As I gather my thoughts, listening to Baroque music whilst drawing flowers for majestic voices. My dragging (CIAO) sycosis looms in me with unwavering attention to detail. Penetrating my I/O is to feel on and off just like a computer system.
One ponders about nothing. Well, lack of financial status is always on my mind. To be forty seven years old without a proper patron.
What should I do? Church of Conceptual Arts.
Let it be line, shape, color, texture, assistance and “masturbational” gestures in abstract form. Be the composition.
I had hoped to write, direct and compose more art craft this final year, but I haven’t finished these tasks yet.
In time, I will see the future as I once remember the past. Deeply thinking about Rossies “Phat Ass” is to celebrate and endure.
Q:Why do I say final year.
A:Due to financial constraints, I could possibly end up in jail, homeless or dead on arrival. According to mental sources and the “DEA”. However I ask for “Please Pardon Me” to arrive.
Between 11/1/25 & 5/17/26: Things on My Mind-
- “I Don’t Care”
- “Hold on Doodles”
- “No Democracy for This Man”
- “Works on Paper”
- “Why the Fuck! Should I Care”
- “The Robot Dog is Not Your Friend”
“Poetry In Motion: Distilled onto the body politic are these words of wisdom. To speak properly for the sake of improperly braking all rules, as I can’t speak. Sanity is finding musical themes when distributing play with Mikaela Bangusky and Nola the Frenchy Scantker.
To whom it may concern, as the world turns in time. I am waiting for death to arrive.
Nomadic tribes lead to watching David rise into something everyone should care about, deeply. If these Doodles could speak, what kind of gallery space are you looking for? Paul. Reading art history I found Democracy is the fallacy of the Gods, for you and me. When people talk about these works on paper in open court, Mohamed will rise his hand on “that” punching Bible belt bag. Caring is sharing along abstractions and contradictions. Furthermore, the robot dog is not your friend has become my only emotional care. These are my grammatical existential chores as I sit here and try to write for the sake of Arts Journal, once I again and hitherto. I have things on my mind, yet again to say.
Next Steps: Making Choices.
What the artificial intelligent machine said to me.
Regarding my Kafka Be Like-Parables and Contradictions.
“Consider clarifying the primary themes and intentions in your writing. The content is rich but may benefit from clearer connections between ideas.
Check punctuation and grammar throughout for enhanced readability. Some sentences are complex and could be streamlined.
Use headings or subheadings to section off distinct thoughts or topics. This can improve flow and help readers grasp the structure.
Examine the overall tone and consistency. There are shifts between casual language and more serious reflections that may confuse readers.
Reevaluate the inclusion of certain more unconventional terms or phrases to ensure they align with the main message and audience expectation.
Ensure the visual elements, such as images, are highly relevant to the text to create a cohesive experience for readers.
Engage more directly with your audience by including questions or prompts that invite interaction regarding your experiences and reflections”.
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