so, here we are, over halfway through the week and the series. since i have only had two commentors on the subject, i am assuming most of you are bored by the topic, so i apologize. maybe you'd rather talk about the incredible joy of eating swedish fish. i mean, how is it that sweden can make gummy candy so much better than the rest of the world? what do they have there in sweden, besides abba and meatballs and ikea?
man, those fish are good.
i found a discarded bag of swedish fish, all of them eaten, left to float to its final resting place, buried amidst some fast food napkins and soda bottles. i plucked it from its dishonorable position, and glued it to a peice of cardboard, along with some other bits of refuse i found that day. i could have been watching tv or planning a sermon or raising money to help those who are without or getting some much needed rest. but i wasn't. i was gluing garbage, hoping to heaven that it might not be in vain; hoping, against hope, that once glued together, this garbage might help me (us?) ask questions that need to be asked and think things that need to be thought and do things that need to be done.
man, that is enough reason for me to keep doing what i'm doing, whether its 'art' or not. sweden makes meatballs out of meat (i think), and fish out of...whatever that gummy stuff is. i make collages out of garbage.