young charlie is back from some hoosierville training camp and i'm glad to say she's still the same young cuckoo charlie, barking at elevators hoodies and helicopters.

 hey, what's your name?

lulu scopes the view from the head of snow cat.

lulu is the vista dog of the week. they put 3 of my lulu portraits up but failed to mention the portraitist—boyfriend—dogwalker that would be me, so here is my version of lulu, dog of my heart and blog.

 reason to forget‚ it's easier. memory is knotty. in pandemic time memory can be like dread of the future.

 

 

 

 

my studio is my apartment but i don't live there now, since the pandemic began i've been living across town with my partner and just going back for mail. actually i didn't make work there, but it was a kind of incubator. now it's kind of a museum. there's decades of work and objects and since i've been gone it feels like a museum of myself. i put the dog picture because that's what i do now, and i thank dog i have dogs to walk and a dog blog to talk about life during the pandemic.

(thanks for showing us all kinds of cool things—i'm sorry i don't know how to make the pictures smaller)

 

* i also dreamed about the studio last night i think. i was agitated about the windows. i was wishing i could just be shed of the studio. i was thinking of another storage, but i do love that space, and it would be sad to put my beloved stuff in a dark storage. there it is light, and i imagine making it more comfortable and curated. from here maybe i could go and clean it and visit with all my loved things.

*i sent the above to aviewfromtheeasel at hyperallergic.com. i doubt they'll include it so i put it here. 

i had some cruddy dreams last night. one where i was at a record store and brought some dvds in those plastic theft-deterrent frames to purchase from the surly clerk and he said you have to go back and get 3 numbers and i did and then got mad cuz he was just fucking with my head and i followed his order. in my dream mind i stomped back to the register and said ring em up! i think he balked and i said then go file em! and i threw them cross the counter. stupid dream. then i dreamed that i threw my camera into a trash receptacle under the towel dispenser between two mirrors in a public bathroom and later i thought shit why'd i do that! and went back. why? stupid. i know i'm not really stupid but so often i feel stupid and i have some stupid dreams.