Well, it's due time I talk about, or at least write down somewhere the adventures of this whole experiance and pursuit of art legend. You see, there is a bit of directionless wonder about this world, or demension, in which the world calls art. A realm of perpetual sacrifice. It is being blind but not really. To truely fall over the edge, one must have great faith and extreme stupidity at the same time; "two guns, one for each of you."
Back in undergraduate study at Texas State University, San Marcos, Texas, I met up with other artists who were, and are still currently in pursuit of this legacy of art books, memorial tributes, and groups. I'm glad I know them, because they are serious about it. We stumbled upon this art world and decided to each, privately take this art realm over, and preach something of weight to the world. Trouble is, in the visual art game it is not even for us to see what we are making, consider the deaf musician. For example, as far as I know there's only ever really been one of them. But anyhow, there are no garuntees or plans that do not change drastically.
I became friends with a fellow named George Zupp with whom I was never really in school with, but whom I met through an alternate group of potential artists who formed outside the TXState.edu campus. I was able to find success within abstraction, the acrylic medium did not kill me, rather, I was able to curb it into a couple of useful languages for something just a bit more real; but then what the hell is that anyway? Hahahaa. It was the time of my most developmental memoirs, codes, and hidden allegories. Zupp's character was relatable; Just didn't care much for the world, nor himself or anyone, only his work, maybe, that he cared to make.
So here it is on the 25th of July, 2008, he and I are making arrangements to rekindle this old warehouseartssanmarcos desire of art production into a traveling band of nomads with eyes fixed on a meeting in Alpine, Texas, November of 2008. Today I am in the Texas Panhandle, with eyes fixed on Lone Star, Texas, trying to stay ahead of the hell fire and dogs on my back. There will be pictures.
