In fact this whole century of modernism put a whole new pressure on art to be something more than what it always had been- the thoughtful crafting of beautiful objects. Now there has to be an aura of the "something" more/else and everything has to be a unique (even in a world of 7 billion people) declaration about itself.
But thanks guys. And hello to new commenters whose names I hadn't seen before. I love to think there's some reader out there engaged in my makies who I don't even know about. Makes me feel all interesting. And really, it may just be slung together bits, but I engage my deepest thoughts about existence in it more often than not somehow. Even if its just that sparkly lights make me think of night skies makes me think of my/our place in the infinite flow... And old stuff makes me think of time and eternity and shit.... Me talk good.
I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve blown four of my fingers off with illegal fireworks.
Now I can't stop reading funny tweets.
It's so humid today I keep expecting a southern lawyer to do his closing argument.
First some funny tweets, then some redonk gifs and no one will be able to look away!
So by the way, since I'm always oxidizing or handing oxidized stuff, I'm always washing my hands and they're very dry. I discovered coconut oil and can't stop slathering the stuff all over myself. So healing and wonderful! Here's 101 uses for it. It'll even help with taxes and take out the trash!* And it's inexpensive.
Thought I'd pass along the tip.
*This claim has not been substantiated by the FDA, the NRA or the BBC.