Today i spent 3 hours installing a show. The artist is quiet and gentle but makes nasty and obscene art full of vital fluids. I own a painting of his with a guy giving auto fellatio and the word genuis underneath him . But the joy of installing is not meeting artists , it is making your hands raw with sand paper and yr clolthes stained with paint. It is constructing, the achemial thrill of making something from nothing . I have to go to work and i am white with plaster but i really dont care.
Today there was 9 anthrax scares in the capital. We live in Bumfuck Alberta guys we aint the whitehouse so settle the fuck down
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