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Assuaging Anxiety 1
17x23"
ink, acrylic on colored paper
May First Friday 2011
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As the Arts Incubator withers away, I look to efflorescence, just months ago. I’m trying to do so many things to prepare; I'm getting nowhere fast. As my mind plans, curates, structures the next 14 chess moves, anxious whirlpools threaten. On replay, I envision Scratchy's skeleton ripped out of his body: Itchy laughs, Scratchy dies. It's a most uncomfortable kind of tension, a paradox of sensation: my outer body stationary and my marrow sprinting forward. I often have this psuedo-agoraphobia before social events, which I don't really understand. If I truly believe that painting can heal, then I should let it do so.
So this was me, in the afternoon, sublimating my anxiety before my first First Friday.
