Garbage [Art] Going Out

Hi, I'm doin' fine. I haven't missed a day in the unified field since I started 10 days ago. I'm the most shocked.

I'm making a lot of shitty art out of things I pulled out of the recycling, scrap fabric, various materials from abandoned hobbies, and acrylic craft paint from Dollarama that emits enticing fumes. It will be completed, organized and sent via snail mail to paid members sometime very soon. I'm trying to work out scanning and printing logistics, which is harder than it should be. When I was in my 20s and got my first office jobs, free access to good quality printers was a huge perk, which I am remembering now that I have fought like hell to never have to set foot in an office again. I haven't ruled out buying a $700 colour laser printer for home use later this year, but for now I'm keeping an eye on Marketplace and wondering if I can show up at Staples or the library with a USB key and be left alone to scan and print what I need scanned and printed without someone looking over my shoulder. Who cares, I should let them look, right? It's for ART, after all.

I'm also doing FEILDS, which is a writers'... thing? Workshop? Collective? I don't know. independent literary magazine and writing collective. I'm the oldest person in there by at least a decade but there's a small chance I'm fooling some of them with my autism and trendy mullet. Anyway, there will be a paper publication and a launch party at the end of it. I shall keep you appraised, dear reader.

Next week I start doing a linocut course at the arts centre. I hope to learn to mass produce seditious literature using an essentially medieval process.

Here's David Lynch talking about meditation some more. Everything he says about it is true in my limited experience. I have shit to do, thank you for reading and wondering about me.