Windy and dusty and windy and dusty and dry and windy and dusty, day after day after day. One becomes tired of eating and breathing dust, but that's life in Lubbock. Life in Lubbock seems to be worse than usual lately. And that means it's pretty bad.
Some of these new things will be experiments in "found art", in the true spirit of Dadaism insofar as I can figure out what that was. Visual Dada? Or perhaps doodoo. And it might not be sufficiently minimalist since I tinker with the images to bring out their potential-- to make the latent emerge. That's coming up.
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