ART AS COMMoDITY

This is progress. It's not pretty but it's more colourful. A small success. Snaps for the Mom. Also, I have nearly finished painting the house in lovely sexy marooooooon. A very sexy looking shack. Yet still a shack. As inch by inch I discover the crevices left by years of neglect (talking about the siding not my face) I think of sacrificial rights and what sort of pampering must have been bestowed on virgins being offered to appease the gods. Yet here the god is the green eyed devil and his lustful bulldozers. Perhaps it will not happen. An answer will come some marvellous breakthrough in film financing incentives will shower the country in big budget projects and our desert landscape will again be green. GREEN. Like American money. Like the money that didn't show up from AMERICA the land of PROMISE. The misplaced investment which despite a big bank guarentee was not forthcoming. Leaving hundreds of people unpaid and an industry choking to death. Waiting for the resolution which has been PROMISED for over a year...Until then we prepare the offering - our house. And I must release a curse into the blogger fountain of wishes. I curse the 2 reckless producers of Italo-American origin whose selfishness is costing alot of people their sanity. Gypsies, tramps and theives we here it from the people of the town they call us...and these 2 assholes are why. They give us a bad name. FUCK YOU F. and F. YOU CROOKS.