Eight year awkward performance.
2005. I use to draw these back in high school and I would xerox them and give them out to people.
It got into me that people needed these pieces of paper with my writing in their lives.
I wrote them with the very hands that I use to live my life.
to flick people off.
to point lost people in the wrong direction.
to scratch your back.
to pick at my food.
to smell my fingers.
to scratch table tops when I got bored.
to skim with my finger through writing to read.
to hold your hand.
So after picking it up and walking it all day the kart was abandoned in midtown west. A man came up to us on our walk and told us the textile is possibly Iranian. He is a collector of textiles and told us. so So if you find it you can keep it.
No third eye stands
between these three.
Stand this far from the T.V.
Morning Moon Face.
Make believe Horse.
But what I wanted was the Giraffe.
I'll ride it with all my bad habits.
But this is what becomes of the 9-5 drone.
My mother from far away.