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2001-03-23 || 01:02 p.m. || joe brainard, you drew my heart in that painting. || i hate hate hate art museum feeling. the feeling i get when i am looking at art. in a museum. with appropriate lighting, appropriate silence, appropriate location of the piece upon the wall. my hands get restless. they feel like they should not be in my pockets, but doing something. creating wonderful things. fluttering about like frenzied birds, folding paper and hurling paint brushes and clamping these fingers around a pair of scissors. i saw a joe brainard exhibit. he made me want to rush home and get it all out. kind of like having to pee really bad. and i hate that feeling. because i can never enjoy myself at museums. i am so busy thinking why am i not doing? why haven't i covered every last wall with my ideas realized? i was jealous of the matchbook. of the tiny plasticine cases that hold magazine clippings and pen and ink drawings. the way he signed his name in the corner. and this computer, this seat is lulling that feeling. all this electricity is absolutely captivating and i will sit here and stare at this screen and the feeling will dull and burn out and i will go home and sit. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |