Illustrated Daily; How Great Thou Art

How great thou art, how great thou art, how great thou art? But I suppose it's my reputation as a discriminating man of the art that prompted them to call upon me, a man of the utmost distinction and taste. But the New Mexico desert and they're calling it an art expedition. Hmm. Well, if they've called me, it must involve the cream of the art world. Could be quite stimulating. Well, we're going to build this big tunnel and watch the sun and watch the stars. It's not a work thing, down a little unclear on what sort of art, how they ought to be manifested.

I think it'll be a pretty much spontaneous thing, you know, when we get to working with it. Then we'll see how it's going to develop. No matter what you do or who you are, we're all in this together and the space is just nowhere to know where to tell you, do something about it yourself. I don't know. Oh. Well, everyone's smiling. If you get it, you get it to Whistler. That's when a pop gets caught on a magnetic flux line. And it actually physically travels from the northern hemisphere to the southern hemisphere. I haven't got any of those yet, but I might get them and they sound like that. If we're very lucky, we might have run out of a bunch of those. I must call the art police. What these people are doing must be illegal. They are calling themselves artists, but they don't look or sound like artists. And this man is talking about Whistler. And I cannot believe he's talking about James Whistler, the painter.

Whistler was a true painter. Even shot a dog once because it had placed itself badly in relation to the landscape he was trying to paint. We're going to set up poles with feathers on them as the Indians did at one time. We have some sun-clocked ideas that we're going to experiment with. Then we have something on a sound. And the last one I can't quite read. Oh, you're ballooning also. It doesn't seem to be difficult for me to synthesize, but it does seem to be difficult for the person uninitiated to the ideas to make a Congress hold out of it. Well, there is a phrase that you can use when the communication ends. You need words.

This is a kind of word that I use to communicate something that I should be doing nothing. These people must be stopped. I don't know if they are art impersonators or art thugs, but they're acting very strangely. Here they are in the desert. They have no watercolors or easels. And they're not nearly as serious as artists should be. And artists don't usually group in moms, at least until the art is hanging in a gallery. Older art was coming in. Everybody worked on it. And everybody had a stake in it and had a stake in it's success and an understanding of its meaning. And it's not confined to a person's living room or a gal or your museum and stuff. I'm not sure about the aesthetic value of it, but it's a good feeling. This is the thing that I was trying to relate to my piece. To see something that is very close is so important, it's so huge, and so, as you say,

but when you are a little far away and more far away, all the problems and all the things seem less and less important and then are really nothing. There are different ways at different times and this experience is very different from the way it was yesterday morning when it was cloudy. And I would really love to experience it at all hours, but I think what we will experience also is the transients of this, because it will come down before we have time to experience the hours. It hasn't been up long enough to be praised for heaven's sake and already the demolition mall is out. We've got to get it out at the farm where the rancher has got to have his land back. So I guess we've carried down. What?

What's happening? I'm going to bring up all this and go away to the toilet place, maybe, with these trees. Sure. Yeah, I think it's hard because I think we all worked on it really hard and I think we only just finished it and we would all rather see it up for a while better. And, you know, each spend a little time in here or around here or whatever, but I can't do that. It's not the way it works, so I think that's the hardest part about this kind of art is taking you. It being so fleeting in it. I don't know how a can is pressed for me, it doesn't matter and probably it's not bad that this appears in one moment because if we try to translate this poem that we were talking, the poem is saying that the life goes so fast that before you realize your life

this appear. Dear Momo, I'm most disturbed by what I've been through in the past two weeks. I no longer know what makes art. What doesn't? Who, if anyone is qualified to be the judge, but sit down, Mama, there's more. The art, at least, are after me. You see, I was commissioned to investigate an art expedition in the New Mexico desert and just as I was starting to figure out what this new fangled art was about, the artworks disappeared. I couldn't very well present in my case without evidence. Could I? They'd have thought me mad. But I'm not mad, Mommy. There was an art expedition. The artists had dreams, some of them did nothing, others went nowhere, but I'm sure they had at these works to their resumes. So it was art. You see, there wasn't a public showing, but there were feathers and balloons and holograms of nothing.

I say, that's it. There might be evidence after all. I've got to go now, Mama. I'm off to the far side of the moon.