#139

Art is all about being at the right place at the right time. There is no way to be in the wrong place at the right time, or the right place at the wrong time, and being at the wrong place at the wrong time is only a matter of perspective; from a broad and intelligent one, there are no wrong places or wrong times.

Every second of existence is loaded with artistic potential. It's how one exploits it that matters. Manipulating the significance of existence. The rest is just medium, aesthetic, and practice. Planning, in some instances. Some tactical elements.

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People have said that I am tactless. People have also called me very diplomatic. What I am is flexible; art is also coming to know and become proficient in the use of the best tool for every task.

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Speaking of tactility, I notice that the surfacing of dream-memory is always accompanied by a very particular feeling in the body cavity. Sometimes high in the breast, sometimes behind the diaphragm, sometimes as low as the bowels, always coupled with heavy effervescence inside my head, coming in thick, potent surges as the memories rise to the surface. A battery of queer physical sensations, little balloons blowing up in my entrails, my heart dipped in a stinging, cooling ointment, weightless spine and hipbones. Sometimes the images and effects are so intense I am liable to trail off mid-sentence or stop what I am doing and remain completely still as I am assailed, assaulted even, by my dreams.


--JL