I have been using some microcomputers for research. Rather than hooking them into the normal mode of log-ins and whatever else, I read art interviews, stream music and keep them somewhat pure and untracked. I find industrial objects inspiring and it’s nice to find these online and well photographed. Some art sites come and go. They normally fall out of fashion eventually and some people eventually monetise them or they just go offline.

I rarely find much online and at times it’s a pure fluke. Art can be fickle and kind of temporary because even a great site is basically flawed in some way or another. The conversations inevitably change and focus is ephemeral. Once the site becomes understood it also has reached its near end of life. I don’t know why I bother at times. I am currently under the weather and art wank doesn’t help you heal.

Yet I get hooked. I read the interviews and pretty much forget everything but it’s just those objects. I am kind of interested in what I am doing but I am not sure if it is just a waste of time. I mean who cares about this stuff? I am compelled. I am driven. Yet graffiti is the most boring and overdone art form. It’s just constant. Turning over and over. The craft is a place of respect but art wank is complete obscurity. I still find it somewhat enjoyable in documentary form. Printed it speaks. Just a babble though. Nonsense. Nothing.

The real eye opener was west Sichuan, the constant Tibetan script etched onto roadside walls, carved into rocks, printed through block prints. The Tibetan pilgrims travelled while doing full body prayers along highways and byways. The faith in ancient culture and the practice. It shows the human side of mark making and meaning. Although graffiti is anonymous individuals looking for notoriety, the act is still somewhat similar. The engagement with the world outside of legality. It is just what people do to create meaning.