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"WHAT
ARE WE TO DO?" acrylic on wood about four feet by four April 2004 |
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...i had just moved back to san jose and the suburbs really hit me hard, having just sailed out of the urban liveliness of beautiful oakland california with its epic streets that scattered up to one hundred and thirty three avenues... and i found myself here, in san jose, pondering how people drove everywhere with out really knowing where they were going. hell i'm projecting... |
along with the night that we both told each other secrets of our dangerous pasts with the guide of a late night gypsy reading our cards and the chinese food in the car under the encandescent san francisco air. i wish i could write letters to people saying that things will
be okay and that there is hope. i wouldn't watch them sailing into the suburban flood of apathy
and we wouldn't lose our ship across the dark modern waters just
because we wanted a little fun and a little escape. |