ever write something down in some kind of diary or something...that you look at like years later...and you look at it ...find it and glimpse at it and quickly turn your eyes away,embarrassed that you wrote that down,ashamed that you felt that way...also suprised that you had the nerve to express it but certainly don't want to visit that feeling again...perhaps you've moved on or simply don't want to face whatever raw or honest feelings you did....that's how I feel about this art..whatever "statements" were made when they were done are made..whoever gets the jist of them might have been places I've been or think they have,or can somehow relate the stuff thats been picked out deals with stuff like child abuse being a fag in east falls and the basic shallowness of having to put some kind of face on that looks vaguely right to deal with getting on a train or buying stuff at right aid..years back I got this screwed up movement disorder that i gotta drag out there for art shows...it affects stuff like facial muscles,stuff most people don't think about,stuff like control of your eyes etc...it affects sometimes not being able to "go out" sometimes for a week,you go to a doctor ,doctors and there's little they can do but give you some pills that can sometimes mask this condition...a condition they say will probably nevr go away...but your a fool years ago and think it will resolve itself and paint in a huff to pass the time,while you're hiding out in east falls...and all this rage and memory pops up and up...and now it's years later..and you just want to get laid and get a little money for this stuff..