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28.7.11

choose to






in madrid, stumbled upon this artwork of felix's.



life has unending sweetness. we can share it.

that's what felix did.



i know of no power greater than truth, no emotion greater than compassion,

no quality equal to generosity of spirit.



call truth what you will. find it in your heart, subject it to the knowledge of your gut.

don't hide, don't run, don't bury it. please.



have fun. taste the sweetness in life. turn towards it.

choose to believe that we are all in this as one.










Deine Zauber binden wieder,
Was der Mode Schwert geteilt;
Bettler werden Fürstenbrüder,
Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.
friedrich schiller,
ode to joy






17.1.11

2 more imperfect postcards from mary randolph carter (& a note from l.b.)


"Landscape: Another 25-cent junk painting that
has that look of Fall in the American countryside.

Still life of table: From my junk master's
collection--it reminded me of Thanksgiving."









the above in her original notes for
the postcards series. i've been
thinking about art a lot lately,
and maybe the reason it took
so long to publish these is that
i needed them to remind me
that art is not easy to define
and harder, still, to qualify.
louise bourgeois just arrived
in the mail, via a suggestion
here's what she said on p. 91:


"If I am asked what I want to
express, then this makes more
sense. At that point there is a
mystery we can at least talk
about, since for a lifetime I have
wanted to say the same thing..."