DEAD AIR.

Right.

There are these times. Times when I have run out of materials, and all to frequent occurrence,

and I have ordered them that I find myself strangely suspended. A day or two is okay, as it simply clears my head, and helps me to otherwise cool down from whatever run of things I have been on. Basically, just a bit of room to breath. If I had a limitless supply of materials, I would probably have to be told to quit by loved ones, a bizarre sort of art intervention.

But, after three or four days, I start to get kind of twitchy. There is this mental itch that I can't reach and it slowly starts to erode my equilibrium in unhappy ways.

I am in the middle of one of those dead air times right now. That's why is post is boring.

I am rested, ready and can't go anywhere.

Fed Ex has me by the balls.

Not pretty.

This is what I am going to be doing in a few more days:

A. A special piece for fund raising. More on that tomorrow. Stay tuned my dear ones, as it is seriously important to me.

B. A portrait of Amanda Palmer. That's going to be a "go deep" kind of thing, and I doubt you'll ever see it, but you might.

C. A portrait of Kyle Cassidy and Trillion Stars. Another exercise in real hard ass seriousness.

D. Three new pieces of personal work I have been longing to do for months and months now.

After all that happens I order paper for the new book. More dead time. And this time I will very likely need it.

Now, go by something from the "Lined in Lead" exhibition from Gallery Nucleus.

I really really need food 'n stuff.

They have payment plans damn it.

M.Z.