the film is him, the camera a presence for recording his life. he talks like he's thinking or dreaming aloud, and his artwork does the same, recording dreams. he smokes continually when his hands aren't filled with goopy material, swirling wet paint and other matter, feeling it shape in his hands. it feels like his life is art. like with richard tuttle and eva hesse. i felt this longing into art, not to explain or to make it in the art world, but to live in and through art. that's what i would like to do somehow. i'd like everything to be of a piece, to live the way i feel, and to keep a record.
let's say everything is material. everything is the art life.
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