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things i wish i had said, part 70

“You know, I didn’t consider myself an artist for a long time. I think I was thinking of it as art is just really, really good entertainment, and when you get really good at entertaining people, all of a sudden … Continue reading

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It wasn’t a flute, dammit

It’s only the giving that makes you what you are — the prophet Ian Anderson  “I miss records,” Mo said. Sometimes I supsect Mo has a surveillance device in my brain. I have been thinking a lot lately about returning … Continue reading

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living with an artist, part 14

It’s late. I’m hungry. I want a Little Something. And there’s a cupcake in the fridge. Except it’s not a cupcake. It’s a still life subject.  Mo paints cupcakes. I suspect it’s because when you paint fruit, all you have … Continue reading

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living with an artist, part 14

conversation with an arteest: me: why did you draw a sheep to illustrate pot roast? mo: it was 11:30. me: oh. google should offer a translation service. (p.s. there wasn’t actually any pot in it. deceptive advertising.)

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“It’s weird to feel like you miss someone you’re not even sure you know.” — david foster wallace

When there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire — the prophet torquil campbell — I had googled the above quote, which is part song lyric and part rallying cry for a disenfranchised  electorate, just to … Continue reading

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you can trust me not to think

The past is gone but something might be found to take its place — the prophet hopkins — Mo is standing in the perfect spot for the show. It’s about 20 feet back from the stage, the little elevated area … Continue reading

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just another friday night at the Ass Bar

one day, you’re a hopeless introvert wondering how you ever got involved with a bunch of crazy artists. the next day, you’re wondering how you could ever possibly live without them.

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