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suppress disappointment with higher hopes for tomorrow
im not disappointed in my father. i have higher hopes for him once he's out of jail.
Strange how now that he is a dying man for the first time I find myself appreciating something he is doing. So far most of his art (although I have to admit that I did not take the time to really take a closer look) seemed rather on the selfish side, always more or less experiments about how to make the audience aware of himself or how to imprint a piece of himself on others.
Of course this is still exactly what he is doing but it seems that now he has found something in himself that is so overwhelmingly beyond his control and at the same time so applicable and generally true for so many others. And I admire him for attempting to put this into words and have people take a look at what nobody wants to look at.
Disease, that is not a subject most artists take a liking to. Death -great! Suffering - bring it on! But disease - no thanks. Exploding has always been more interesting than waning, but let's face it: most of us do wane, only few of us explode.
grizzled and desolate with their burning eyes
with their howling eyes
and i -
i go under