Isn't it Wonderful

when you are missing someone and thinking about someone and they email you out of the blue and say they are missing you too? You don't feel at all hoodwinked in the Missing Game, which is a rare occurrence usually. Because the missing doesn't usually match up perfectly, as it does in the movies. Always the movies. I was missing Barbie Dull. But I have her art all through my house and I love it. Miniature paintings of what looks like Herbert Hoover as a tranny, Shakespearian scenes, mermaids in an ocean Bocklin would have loved. I was looking for more of her art online and was really bummed I couldn't find any. But she tells me it's a seasonal thing for her (and I can relate to that) but that she's feeling the urge again. Which gives me that giddy feeling in my stomach. That I'll get to see more. Angela Genusa is a visual whiz--in addition to creating great word art she also produces mail art, short films, visual art and engages in Hannah Hoch-like warfare with her culture on a regular basis. I'm mentioning Angela because Angela pointed me in the direction of some wonderful artists on MySpace, which seems to be the big hang out for visual artists, and where they create their networks of shared loves. DeviantArt is also very cool, I should add. And even Saatchi's free pages provided for artists are filled with wonderful discoveries to be made. Barb linked me to her MySpace page, which I'll add over at the right so you can check her out. I haven't been yet but I'm going there now. I'm hoping she has a lot of art up. Go Barbie Dull! I want to post more of your art here on my cyber-refrigerator. Wait, that sounded bad lol. You're not my kid. This isn't my fridge. But you get what I mean. If I could hang you in the Louvre, I would. Though since you're more of an outsider artist for now, we should hang you outside? That sucks. Why do outsider artists have to be outside? Because if they were inside they wouldn't be outsider artists. I don't get it. Okay, maybe I do. The Futurists hung their paintings from the branches of trees alongside the streets. And I love those paintings. Some of my favorite on the planet. And aboriginal art didn't start out in museums. It was outside first for 40,000 years and probably looks better outside. There is no more outside, I suppose. We're all on the inside. Trying to get out. So we can want back in again. Like that Flintstones dog dinosaur. Dino. Contemporary art is Dino. He wants in. He wants out. Make up your mind. If you go out, you're going to have to stay out ALL DAY...Isn't that what your parents told you when they got sick to death of hearing the screen door slam shut every fifteen seconds? Mine sure did.