i’m sorry to tell you but a large triangle has taken your seat. wasted life

sketches for a sculpture

In these quiet hours I’m vexed by the baseless rumors linking me to “il poeta vampiro”, who strikes in the hot, fogged city ‘neath my castle….

They gather like this on their own and stop talking when I enter the room…

Oh my blacke Soule! I don’t have the energy to take the garbage out. Asphalt paths, fecund heaths. 2400 years of western civilization. 3, 7, 12…I don’t think today’s gonna be the day

A week apart / "And life slips by like a field mouse not shaking the grass"

chair, figure

I hope I die in my sleep tonight. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t take it I can’t take it. Can’t hardly wait

Prime numbers. Michelangelo in my left arm, Raphael in my right. Kill me again. I put my heart into this shit. 2, 3, 5…well it goes on. Kill me again, and again. I’m no good at anything. Sending signals. What can I do? What difference can I make? I’ll begin again.

clay figure, inspired by giacometti

I promise you I’m not the rumored “poeta vampiro” stalking the city these recent sweltering June nights….

sketches of giacometti sculptures. “Is no one near?”

frail but stepping forward perhaps, like giacometti, no. 2

"I thought the world of you"

I’m embarrassed by and dissatisfied with everything I make. I was reading about Giacometti and apparently he felt the same about his work. But he kept making it. I want to die every day, I want the whole world to burst into flames. I’m frail and gaunt but stepping forward perhaps.

frail, like giacometti