December 2009
2 posts
I’m living in the wrong place of the world, during the wrong time. You can judge art by any number of criteria, colour, if the artist tickles your sunday fancy, but practicality is not one of them. It is not the job of art to be practical, just as its not the job of practical things to look as dreeeammy and nice as Adam Garcia in Bootmen. But, with everything there’s always a middle...
People can connect with anything, we can sympathize with a pencil, fondle it while doodeling Henry Kalaf and my own adventures in Ireland, we can forgive a shark for eating that mans leg down the road in the early hours of a Saturday morning the week before christmas, and we can most certainly give Bon Ivers new song an Academy Award for being on repeat on itunes, over and over and over, and over...