not going to wait for aught 18

Had this idea, while expelling 50k of word-vomit this Nov 017 to expel my nonsense for a year or so, get it out of my system, to help transition towards either art or fiction or my hope for a marriage of both.

world munching marble finder skull-crushing box of all boxes, 

just my brand of intergalactic alligator meets TV AI, + just-in-time for X-mas. 

Dec 14th - 7th, 2017

12/7/17 pages set out for planning, ready set go!

to escape from reality

A strange child (who was me) drew these.

Then, I wrote a lot to escape from a world zooming in too fast, like the car crash that is transitioning from being a child, to being an adult. Not that the actual being an adult happens suddenly, just that life/reality happens and starts taking bites from you, as anyone with any "life experiences" knows.

Lately, I've been trying to retreat again. 55% voted? 45% didn't or were not able to vote. Less than 26% of total possible voters, voted for the racist misogynistic egotistical son of a millionaire and still, months later, I can't, I don't believe those numbers are real. 53% of women?! I can not rationalize that brainwashing is non-reversible. I can not stomach the complete failure of our entire election system. There should have only been suitable candidates on the ballot. Someone who betrays almost everything America stands for should never have been vetted by the Republican party. On and on, in waves of alternating nausea and anger, that just, will, not, stop. 

I need to escape now, more than ever. To state that I'm struggling to let go of "reality" ... blerg. I haven't posted anything since July 5th, 2016. I needed to post something, just to post something, so I am, doing that. This is a buffer. A bit of padding written by someone who recently got many cases of old manuscripts, journals, drawings and other things I had forgotten about years ago, out of storage and just dumped most of it onto piles on the floor. I could take a photo, but it's embarrassing mid sort, feels very naked. Anyhow, if anyone wondered. I hope you all are okay out there in your world. Things are happening one pile at a time around here. Also, I am working on stuff. 

To be continued... 

derivative post 1.

Today's post here May 3, 2014, was a test for photographing art derivative slips. 

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M  art derivative slip project. 

The art work in progress for the slips is documented on inkclay.

This art project is thematically about dealing with large numbers. People will say "I've heard that a million times" or talk of millionaires and billionaires, but few people actually attempt to comprehend what a million of anything actually is. 

As of Nov. 1, 2013 I had signed and cut 7,185 art derivative slips.

By Jan. 19, 2014 I had stopped signing and numbering the art derivative slips, but painted and cut down most of the art, easily more than 10k worth of slips.

Later, in 2018 I picked up this project again, cut signed and photographed a few more hundred bundles as doodles. 

As of 2021 I'm picking up this impossible project again as I prepare for the old shack that is our art studio to be torn down. 

I do not know why I decided to start numbering these at 600k, possibly because they are ugly? 

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table 6/400

numbered art derivative slips starting at 600,000.  

stack 600,000 — 601,000. ( minus slip 600,002 )

600,000 — 600,100 (minus 600,002.)	600,101 — 600,200.	600,201 — 600,300.	600,301 — 600,400.	600,401 — 600,500.
600,501 — 600,600.	600,601 — 600,700.	600,701 — 600,800.	600,801 — 600,900.	600,901 — 601,000.
601,001 — 601,100.	601,101 — 601,200.	601,201 — 601,300.	601,301 — 601,400.	601,401 — 601,500.
601,501 — 601,600.	601,601 — 601,700.	601,701— 601,800.	601,801 —601,900.

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