stretching cenvasses, ya, I'm stretching books but there are so many that it is all slack. The books don't mean something. They are just this vast empty path into the future that I have created in my mind, They don't measure space, they push space aside. I have to shed alot to make more space. Sometimes it. js more like shredding, the way that I cut up all that paper and collage with what is left over. Making art is like wear- ing high heeled shoes. It might look good to you on the outside, but on the inside it hurts. It's like taking every- thing that I staked my life on and throwing it out the window, maybe into empty space, maybe into nothingness. Lots of people ask me, "How many books have you filled?" One... ...ONE book, but damn it, that is not the point. For every book I fill I can bind 49 more. I don't need "filled" books,

I need "to fill" books so that I can create more space, like nothing, like potential. You can eat that one book that is filled, it is not important now, It was a sacrifice. I"m trying to unmeasure space by taking away Point B, Positive 2, or better said as shifting Point B. An example of this would be the story of "Archilles and the turtle" which, I think was written by Zeno during the time of Aristotle. The path is a black hole, an undefined volume. The books gobble everything up and sit there digesting. If I felt like it I could work on that one book for the rest of my career (I hope to have the pleasure of retirement), layer after layer upon layer waiting for the big burp but there is too much of that going on already. I love that theory about infinitely divisible particles, and how you can mark the stepping stones to get there but there is no way of knowing where you were or went between those marks, points. But I had the same priblem defining the infinitely divisible particle on the graph +s J] did with defining the

location of the little car on the number line. If a particle is

infinitely divisible then wouldn't it be "O'"' and wouldn't it then be futile to chart? Perhaps I missed the punchline! Last year I worked on a circle of learning. It was a pro-

ject given by Sylvia Scott. The idea was to figure out what I 7 needed to learn and experience in the next three years. I

started to list, but found that I was only listing what I knew instead of what I didn't know. ’. Anyway, it all ended up. being

a game called "EVACUATE" with dice, and a spinner, and question

cards. You had to take a risk and try to integrate two or more

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topics. Sometimes I would realize that I needed more in- formation about certain things. Most of the games would end up as a discussion and every single discussion was concerned with the issue of CREATION/DESTRUCTION and so, I've taken it from there. Contemplating the next three u, years is difficult when our future is brutally threatened by a nuclear war, which is which is why the game is called EVACUATE rather than EVALUATE. It is my greatest hope that EVALUATE become the name of the game. Destruction beats faster than the heart. These books that I am working on now might be the first and the last. I guess that it

depends on the neon in Chinatown, if it goes out I suppose thatral ‘wail lostoow. .

stretching cenvasses, ya, I'm stretching books but there are 50 many that it is all slack. The books don't mean something. They are just this vast empty path into the future that I have created in my mind. They don't measure space, they push space aside. I have to shed alot to make more space. Sometimes it 4s more like shredding, the way that I cut up all that paper and collage with what is left over. Making art is like wear- ing high heeled shoes. It might look good to you on the outside, but on the inside it hurts. It's like taking every- thing that I staked my life on and throwing it out the window, maybe into empty space, maybe into nothingness. Lots of people ask me, "How many books have you filled?" One «..ONE book, but damn it, that is not the point. For every book I fill I can bind 49 more. I don't need "filled" books,

I need "to fill" books so that I can create more space, like nothing, like potential. You can eat that one book that is filled, it is not important now. It vas a sacrifice. I'm trying to unmeasure space by taking away Point B, Positive 2, or better said as shifting Point B, An example of this would be the story of "Archilles and the turtle" which, I think was written by Zeno during the time of Aristotle. The path is a black hole, an undefined volume. The books gobble everything up and sit there digesting, If I felt like it I could work on that one book for the rest of my career (I hope to have the pleasure of retirement), layer after layer upon layer waiting for the big burp but there is too much of that going on already.

I love that theory about infinitely divisible particles, and how you can mark the stepping stones to get there but there is no way of knowing where you were or went between those marks, points. But I had the same pr blem defining the infinitely divisible particle on the graph -s I did with defining the location of the little car on the number line. If a particle is infinitely divisible then wouldn't it be "0" and wouldn't it then be futile to chart? Perhaps I missed the punchline!

last year I worked on a circle of learning. It was a pro-

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ject given by Sylvia Scott. The idea was to figure out what I needed to learn and experience in the next three years. I started to list, but found that I was only listing what I knew instead of what I didn't know.”. Anyway, it all ended up. being a game called "EVACUATE" with dice, and a spinner, and question cards. You had to take a risk and try to integrate two or more

topics. Sometimes I would realize that I needed more in- formation about certain things. Most of the games would end up as a discussion and every single discussion was concerned with the issue of CREATION/DESTRUCTION and so, I've taken it from there. Contemplating the next three ', years is difficult when our future is brutally threatened by a melear war, which is which is why the game is called EVACUATE rather than EVALUATE. It is my greatest hope that EVALUATE become the name of the game. Destruction beats faster than the heart. These books that I am working on now might be the first and the last. I guess that it depends on the neon in Chinatown, if it goes out I suppose that I will too...