"WE SERVE ONLY BLUE FOOD"

Back to Work: It's been a couple of years since PAINTING. Now I'm PAINTING once more, and it's always such a mirror. Fer instance, it makes it obvious that I spend way too much time on the computer. Don't know why, it's just that since I've taken the brush up again—by necessity, I didn't have many paintings left to sell—it's more noticeable what a useless time suck it is. Worse than useless, filling head with all kinds of so-called knowledge. But it's not knowledge, it's data, and it's mostly useless, and it takes up much needed space in our heads. I think the singularity will be, not the moment when computers get as smart as humans, but the moment when there is more data than the universe can hold, and it all folds up into an origami elephant on my dad's desk. As far as painting goes: More theater pieces, more pieces out of the world of Subject to Verification, local scenery, the new house... tho it's a bit less interesting to me as a painter than other houses, even though it's more comfortable. More modern.

It will be like winter at Tahoe up here.

showdown

I mean, show down. At a local food place. Nice to have the children home, but already wondering what their next adventure will be.

Possible scheme: getting a temp studio in Vienna (Wien) and paint, then do a show later. Then it occurs to me: do I really want to paint? Better question: what should I be working on now? Orders as if from above, but directions come from within, that is, the gut. How it feels.

I feel like continuing work on Subject to Verification movie.... so ... that's what I'll do...