Today, after some pondering and pontificating, I had a great realization. A spark went off inside me, and I thought, "Aha!" I got up from my chair, and marched into the next room to announce this revelation to anyone who would hear me. With my head raised high and my index finger pointing upward (a gesture that goes with 'Aha!') I cleared my throat and announced:

"I will no longer be making grandiose announcements!"

It was very liberating.


Genius Sculpture

Speaking of art, holy shit. Look at these:
The Sculptures of Ron Mueck
This guy makes my sculpy heads look like something the cat coughed up.


Cute and Brutal: Art that hurts

Good art should make you feel something - it doesn't matter what. This series of paintings by Luke Chueh really makes you run the gamut of emotional knee jerkery. Clever, sad, disturbing, poignant, smart, and did I mention sad?
Paintings of Hope and Hopelessness


Shopping Under the Influence

If I may impart some wisdom to you right now it is this:
Do not indulge in online shopping when you are high on valium.

I had a difficult day, resulting in the consumption of aforementioned valium. The result was an online spending-spree involving the purchase of many retro shirts covered in birds and butterflies. I have no idea what sort of fashion atrocities I am about to commit. But in my present state, I find images of butterflies, rainbows and birds irrationally comforting. Is that so wrong?

It might be. When you see me in my green butterfly shirt, try not to judge me too harshly.

If I look fantastic, go get your own shirt: Frecklewonder.com