That's why I have a day job. The new criticism posits that we can not know an artist's state of mind by observing the artwork. The artwork is simply artwork.

Good thing--I would have worried I was seriously overboard. Dredging, even.

Artists are of many minds.

Loves sunsets, television, cuddling with urban dross, very short walks on the beach, shopping, guns. Financially stable (the horses don't seem to mind), interested in being interested. Goes long periods of time without appearing meaningful.

You know how websites like this work. You can listen to my stuff, buy it if you want (mp3 download or order a CD-R poppin' fresh from my vintage digital computer), view other synaptic throughput if you wish. If you spend a fair amount of time on this site, I guarantee you will be able to make soap.

Explore, comment, and be as real as you want to be.