It’s the natural progression of things for an artist: to first create in the dark then find light. To find homes for their creations. In so far as MDN! is concerned, this described transition has occurred, from first to second, from darkness to light, for multiple pieces now in display. To both streamline & fuel the process of prolific creation we will open an intentional space where my public darkness is let known to the world as available, purchasable light.
A day after this entry I will have begun my day with coffee. I will feed the cats while the coffee brews. I will fix the automatic drinking cat waterfall by rinsing out the pump with hot water. I will pour the coffee into the cup then add half & half, into the cup. With fingers I will pinch out natural cane sugar and drop it into the cup. Out whither from this cup I will drink as I sit down before the HP & install WordPress into theunsanity.com, a domain I’ve held dark for years. I will play with the site. I will have set an intention to create the space where I let known to the public what original works of mine are for sale & for how much.
The day marked as this entry I will have gone to Goodwill. I will have picked up More Things. I will use These Things to create onto, into. Days later I will mark them for sale indefinitely until sold. & so on and so forth. It won’t stop here, neither there nor here will it stop, indefinitely, for as long as I shall live. My word has begun to be impeccable.
We don’t altogether have too much to say, but the form dictates it…”having lived out my life, once I am dead, my life goal will be seen as a simple thing. I did my best to aim for prolific production across many mediums. This is all. Yes on the day to day I grew to find positivity & joy, & reproduced, and did the things required of me. In the end though, once it is all done & said, I will have created intense depth by creating so much. And even when the struggle hits & the days pass without a word or line or drawn face, we had or have done or will or are doing the best we or I can to be prolific, to ruthlessly, sometimes blindly, put out there what it is that comes to us in the night, in the day, on the shitter, by the creek, at the brown desk, using the 700, poolside, in darkness & in light. And the search continues. I am thankful for 447s for giving my ambition at least one deadline per day, although we understand we must surpass even this level of output if we wish to ever have been considered prolific, when it is over, when the time has run out for us to create here on this place, at this time, at that time, for however long, as much as we can, on this day, on that, on those days, on the coming of days, to it all we pledge, at the least, our best despite it all!”