I Have No Aesthetic
My aesthetic is fun. I like saying things, though I often have nothing to say. No words.
I like Capitalism, the language of marketing. A friend the other day over some really great bibimbap bulgogi in Little Korea (or is it Korea Town?) told me that if I'm reclaiming the language of marketing and capitalism my work may be political.
Last night my 10 month old daughter told me "no" for the first time. I asked her to give me some of her Puffs. She shook her head "no" and ate the Puff I had asked for. My daughter is a genius.
I like Capitalism, the language of marketing. A friend the other day over some really great bibimbap bulgogi in Little Korea (or is it Korea Town?) told me that if I'm reclaiming the language of marketing and capitalism my work may be political.
Last night my 10 month old daughter told me "no" for the first time. I asked her to give me some of her Puffs. She shook her head "no" and ate the Puff I had asked for. My daughter is a genius.
Labels: Aesthetics