I’m Going to Write About Something Other Than Men or Flowers Someday

There are about two more weeks before my solo show opens. I’ve never been so nervous about a show before. It’s all up there, my obsession, my avoidance, my garden, my flowers, my dying plum tree, how I’ve tried to carve a Cinemascope experience out of what’s in my backyard and bed… I’ve tried to make things pretty, D’s big butt, Chrissy’s crack, to impose order on the romantic chaos that feeds and propels my desire and expression. Is anybody going to see anything? Feel anything? Will anybody buy it? Write about it? Stay tuned!

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