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These are some of the photos from the 2007 installation of work, and a trip that all of us took to Big Sur. Ever wondered what happened not at the 24 hour show, take a peek.

Thanks Elizabeth for the dia de los muertos dolls!

Is a goodbye easier when you get a chance to actually say it or if it goes pass without warning? There’s a lingering discomfort that increases with each utterance. Watching my grandfather slowly disintegrating, yet clinging with desparation to ideas of what should be, he should be, do. Saying goodbye over and over again until it transforms from a conversational response to a command, request, plea. Having something taken from you without having a chance to say goodbye.

Why do we drawn them out when they become increasingly difficult?

I am hesitant and anxious to complete push through the process tonight. My goodbye tonight is to a piece of myself I could never be, to an intimacy that seems to disintegrate the more I try to cling to it, to ideas of should’s and be’s that I only heard about yet never witnessed, to trying to find a sense of completion through others, running from feelings of loneliness and only finding that it is amplifies in the presence of others. A sense of failure that conjured by new arrivals and ineffective pauvlovian responses.

There is a fear and comfort in it. It is now a strange formality, recognition of an event that is taking place, a small act of agency in a sea where I feel like I have very little control.

Loose my tongue so I may say it whole heartedly, I pray that I only have to say it just once this time.

Han is putting on make up.

Sita paints pepper and cinnamon.

Mia and Shawn join Elokin, Christine, Elisy and Jez, all unwinding from some unwanted guests. Two wandering drunk boys desperate to update their facebook profiles. Or hit on hot Asian artists. Or both.

Boys: “Are you surfing the web?”

Boys: “Are you Asian?”

I was busy trying to make a royal throne out of cardboard so I missed their replies. I imagine Mia’s to be a blank stare.

Before I hit “save” Christine and Sita will have fallen asleep. An hour nap or so, before we prepare for a sunrise photoshoot in the SOMA. I’m not a blogger, or a storyteller, but I did take some photos. Maybe someone else will pick up the laptop and complete the story…