or does it?

This very threshold, as Guillaume Pinard puts it, “ which you feel does not belong to you, does not link you, but however is your core “.

today, the world comes crashing in with it's violent content;  i never preceived myself as a fence rider, someone unable to take a stand, either left or right; yet, neither the left or right would be an option i would choose.  I can not agree with violence, yet when i watch jewish childern in Israel occupied Palestinian like Hebron attack palestinians for no other reason than to be violent, i become engraged__though my better senses realize that these actions are far deeper than they appear.

Talking about Africa - debt relief, AIDS relief, starvation relief which for me is a history of racist fabrication at the expense of millions of lives past and future born.

why? to what end is all of this mindless killing and destroying..i flashed on Hitler today..but i realized
there is no one figure we can blame,
as they did back in that day, to blame Bush, or others is not really real to me..these men are not alone in these actions..i too am to blame, i should have burned my body in protest to this madness long ago..

talking still about africa - or more commonly understood as the middle-east and the joys of killing..

i am so depressed with the state of the violent world, and shameful that my art is at best my only reaction..i simply don't think marching in the street, blowing up military bases, or such tings..really will put a dent in the onslaught..of inhumanity.. dafur is no small tragedy..

i've come to think that i am perhaps soulless..since i do not get beyond my tiny tiny little cornor of the world as far as affecting change or making a difference for the better..i dream of having a super power to wipe away evil..but i think i would become evil in such a power///////////////

it is not possible for me to judge others fairly, or to judge them at all, thus with such a power, i would have to judge and in that i'm sure to be bias..and harm innocent persons in reaction to the evil of others..my faith in God, does not give me answers for the evil in people's hearts..i can not understand people who hate, and hate, and hate;

an aside:   Galerie Anne Barrault hosted Guillaume Pinard’s kinesthetic drawings. In a time when male studies are not (as) acceptable as the well-heeled female studies, meditations on masculinity must enter through backdoors—in poetry, through homosexuality, in art, through comic books. Pinard’s drawings have their fair share of cars, boobs, and muscles. An animation on the back wall exploits our attraction to sequential images. In vain hope for narrative, a cluster of us box-wine chuggers watched a fly alternately schtup a chicken, ride a motorcycle through a forest, and meditate on a pile of, you know. The mural on the entrance wall seemed to sum up the experience aptly: a broken tube (plane?) either rocketed away or eructated plumes of exhaust (air?). Motion is for certain, but direction is ambiguous, which is like a lot of guys we know.

i don't even understand myself.. like why my work never wants to broach subjects that sear and burn through my mind..and when my work does approach such subjects..it immediatly softens the coarseness of the event, or rose colors the male subject of such a state..

1. black grid

2. 47th & Calumet, Chicago

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     4. never-ending supply of despots, criminal minds, 'power brokers' and the just plain greedy

i do despair today..