I was trying to figure out how to get pictures to appear side by side and this happened. I love it, but I’m not sure how it happened so I could never repeat it. Damnit. It’s not easy going through life being not-smart. Now I’m going to see if I can figure out how to insert text below.
Nothing makes sense!
This post is on drugs.
I can’t insert where I want to.
There’s a story behind each shot.
Urg. Argh. That’s me trying to imitate the sound after Joss Whedon shows. Fuck it. I’ll just talk about the last one. I’ve never really been drawn to Giacometti, but he has taken on this allure since I read Provenance, a book about an art forger by Laney Salisbury and my late friend Aly Sujo. I’m going to be talking about this book when it gets closer to the pub date, which I believe is September … Hey. Something funny is going on with the internets. I tried to check the pub date, but Amazon appears to be down, people’s avatars are not appearing on my Twitterific.
2 thoughts on “My Day at Moma”
I don’t know, Stacy… the odd juxtaposition of inserted text kinda fits the art work, don’t you think?