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As sad as it may sound, i reclaimed a painting that was just sitting in my archive. A huge 4x6 foot goliath that was rife with plaster and the sad drill holes that used to be the neon that lit the whole thing up like a beer sign in a roadhouse (bring on the Swayze). I did keep the plaster bust of an X-girlfriend from college, only scaping the first window of plater casts. A fella's got to have his priorities. So now i have a large field to renew with a more updated image.

Reclaiming the old and making it new. Seems to be part of a spin cycle that is going on in my head right now (along with the rather annoying sinus infection that is plaguing me). I recycle everything and this is the first time that i've actually taken a finished project that was a big deal in the day and repurposed it. It's almost invigorating. I was sad as i was driving the palette knife into the plaster of the first window. It was a collective cast of all my housemates at the cult of 42. Metal Kevin was supposed to give me the bag of dreadlocks that he coifed from his melon to add to the painting. Now what? I'll have to repurpose those too. Wait, where are they?

Am i burning the past to make room for the future? There is so much more to accomplish and hanging on to too much of the old world can only dilute the outcome of new creations and ideas. It's like the particular undergarment that still resides within the plaster bodice of the X-girlfriend. What is it keeping me from completing? Or is it driving me into something new? WHAT? I think it's talking to me. Telling me to do things....