Dislocation, Dissolution. When love goes wrong, and all that you have around you dissolves, parts are torn up and dispersed. Scraps written on pages scattered on the ground. Thoughts move like haze between one moment and the next. Faded conversations, misplaced and entangled. Loose ends are lost, fingertips frazzle and nerves fray.
This work is an attempt to capture all those forgotten things. Gathering the papers, indexing feelings, recorded into something concrete, and then dispersed again, the design whole and refilled, the heart found and placated.

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am entering into my first real exhibition.
for sala festival, art dispensed in ciggarette packets to a crowd of strangers. taking all those parts of me and giveng them out for $4 an insight, sad words that have worn themselves out in my head prettied up with shiny things and dispensed to touch on others lives.
oh nervous.
this is the statement to go with it. about as close as i can to describing what im all about right now.

somethings changed inside me, theres a new rock to stand on, and good things are starting to happen. im talking to more people, learning to let go when bad things happen ((like stopping to help some drunk lady passed out on the pavement last night and missing my last bus home.)) and see the good side ((meaning i could go back to the pub and have a few more beers, and ended up playing pool and pinball and having a grand old time. :P)).
slowly, im growing. seeing the stupid parts in me, accepting what i cant change and changing what i accept. trying to make myself into something, stopping the sulking and making with the smiling.
confusion confusion; all this growing up is a funny business.

gah. step by tiny step; peter was right after all.
cheers to that :)