back from spain.

alot has solidified with this trip to spain, especially with the exposure to war soil, and goya (like we all knew that wouldnt happen.) barry and i filmed the first video interview in our hotel window, fitting place due to the barrio surrounds with policia in the middle. ill edit it and it will be up by this weekEND. its reiterating alot of the points ive already made here on blogworld, and sort of clarifies some of the struggles i am dealing with being an american by birth painting something that we are famous for but have no actual resonance with, even when our family and friends are shipped off, they are just that, shipped off, prepackaged to be returned prepackaged or way to fucked to have a word for.
ivan and i had coffee at the castel de montjuic, a place where one can feel the beauty and horror, a place where vomit and chills are a sideeffect. hes seen blood, hes seen war's deadly ring and we sat drinking nescafé between spanish fascist howitzers. then the sun cut through the fog like the moon looks, on the nite of a lunar eclipse. it was a wierd ride. faces in the rocks, tags on antiaircraft guns.
sorry i gotta use jim morrison to end this one,
take me, spanish caravan, take me away.
the painting starts monday.