Its hard to write a biography: after numerous attempts at writing them, this one will be just one more in a long parade of moderately cheerful banalities.
About me.... I sometimes make art. My mother was an oil painter and I studied oil painting as a boy of 8 y/o. I would attend her private classes and had a great time using oils. I took art classes through most of my adult life. I've stayed involved in my art since childhood. It gives me meaning & purpose and a place to vent my spleen when it needs venting.
Despite any sense of purpose I had as a child, I studied religion during my undergrad years. It was interesting but a kind of weirdly impractical. Prayer comforts, mediation works, but it sucks to have a group to supervise your state of mind.
The causal world should never be so fervently dismissed.
Anyway, I still like reason and I like using religious, mythological and sacred symbols as a language for expressing contemporary notions. It’s actually more liberating than practicing a faith (and I’m comforted in the remaining belief that my student loans weren’t entirely a waste).
Creating religious syncretism is a way of challenging widely held beliefs and creating new, more personal mythologies. Imagine Jesus at Gitmo or Buddha giving you the finger. Whatever the flavor of the dogma, its better with a lesbian love scene, or homunculi inside of someone head. Make my ethics sunny-side up! None of those niggling inconsistencies like 'pro-lifers' craving some poor schmuck’s lethal injection. You better know that when they're out of the womb all bets are off. Teach 'em to make tennis shoes or carry a rifle.
I'm especially interested in people's personal tiny little god in orbit around their tiny little lives, like some cosmic slave to their Narcissism. Most zealots are simply wimps; they're so anxious to pass from this world that they're too afraid to make this one any better. If there is no Armageddon you can bet they'd take up a collection to put one on.
Anyway, my artist's bio has yet again deteriorated into another rant. Maybe I just like the idea of Buddha packing a heat, homeless angels, or Jesus afraid of his followers because they're a bit too blissful. I just want to put the saints and holy men in their place, squarely in the human condition where they belong. If I've got to live in it, they're not getting off so easily. Deal with it!
thanks for the sleep aids i needed it! i like this profile pic you look good. check your email i sent you pics of you and ed playing g-tar in my back yard.
so how is it that a band i was in 20+ years ago is a higher friend than me? i dont think i like this. and why cant i send you a message? you're away? what the fuck is that?
