Of late, as most of you know, my posting has been erratic and, perhaps, not as obsessively maintained … as it had been at the old site. Since Posterous went dormant in March, I started, and quickly abandoned, the tedious process of archiving. At the same time, Facebook (in all its prudence, abuse of censorship, and bizarre strategies) deleted over 400 of my albums, almost all of which paid some level of tribute to unknown, forgotten, or unexpected artists and writers. Finally, as my health declined further, I was told in May that the time has now come for me to trade in my weary heart for a younger and updated model. Damn, I even find sentence construction and its subsequent transcription exhausting.
As a result, I have been napping rather often and maintaining nothing that might resemble a schedule. Changing bed sheets, unloading the dishwasher, or “sifting” the pusses’ litter box all get the better of me. Thank God that I have my beloved and my quirky pets to dote on me, and nurture me so selflessly. Yes, that adorable marmalade, Henry, is almost always curled up in my arms while in bed or asleep in my lap while I watch television. Although I may be temporarily weakened, I am confident that I will feel terrific at some point on the other side 0f my procedure at UNC.
That brings me to the motivation behind this apologetic post. Yes, I shall triumphantly return to form soon. Until then, please be forgiving and join me in positive thoughts. (Also please excuse my hammy semi-reference to the 1990 club standard by Lady Miss Kier and Deee-Lite.)
Quite a few folks have inquired as to why I do post very few “albums” anymore … here on WordPress or on Facebook. While entertaining and adrenalin-spiking, the necessary research and scoping the internet is exhausting. When I have assembled the anywhere from forty to several hundred images, I must then crop and fine-tune the images and, finally, upload and organize each. Before I press “send” with any confidence, I also compose an accompanying narrative or brief biography to the tie the final product in with Tartuffe’s Folly, my mission, and my aesthetics. Understandably, I may or may not ever publish a portfolio again, but if I do, it will likely be in September. I shall ponder a worthy embrace of the season and harvest.
Until then, my musings comfort and distract me from my woes. I anticipate to soon have the heart to resume both my pace and my compulsive ways.
(Image: “Big Pumpkin Event” by Jean Hélion, 1948.)