triangle of sad goodness. uh, good sadness?

10:30 am good sad sad good sunday 09 14 2025 this morning, started watching the film Triangle of Sadness (2022, written & directed by Ruben Östlund) on dvd and yeah, soo good. brilliant n intensely funny, insightful, just like Östlund's The Square (2017) which I so dig especially cuz it centers around the so-called Art World. Will resume watching Triangle later, but 30 minutes in and I'm just captivated by, well, his handling of Class, Appearances, Fragility, The Individual and yep Society.

4:54 am monday sept 15 2025

The Bending Of A Tear

Zooks in the studio. Well not really a studio. OK Zooks someplace and she'd really rather not anyone know about that at all, but would rather. But would rather you know, the viewer, that that piece

was new was fresh simply came out from a cloud or piece of wayward steam that could be distnguished as personal or spiritual or lovely, yeah that's it

Simply lovely.

Zooks marveled at the thickness of denim, of her overalls of denim, of the yellow stitchery, of the sandwiched folds, and how can all this stay together, stick together without falling apart? Plus the metal clasps n buttons. Plus the way the denim cotton poked through parts that had rubbed against, er, what?

skin stone sandpaper, canvas, wood, psint on wood, paints chipping off wood, perhaps the wall, the floor. her skin.

the corner of, well, something

the inverted corner of the floor meeting the wall, tho that was impossible, not physically anyway. no. possible.

hm well yeah.

possible.

And let us not to ignore her blouse, Zook's blouse, shifting like a trapped ghost within the cotton sheet metal construct of her cotton blue jean overalls. Zook's blouse waving byebye where it can, if it could, cuz well, anything's possible when you're making Art.

And Zooks can and does listen to her clothes while making Art. In between college radio. In between radio static or the cars that drive by on occasion, and sometimes their radio static or music which aren't college radio, cuz she could tell even as they steer out of earsight.

Here Zooks makes a move on her piece.

Here Zooks stops making a move on her piece.

Zooks notes how whatever college radio has to say, in the moment, beyond the rad tune that seemed meant for her moves on her piece in the previous moment, she will resign herself to the satisfaction of, well. Constructing her Self through these moves on her piece, and so it makes no or little difference whether she will actually remember what song that was, what the radio dj said about what band it is what song it was and what song came after it, though this can still bug her. But

But just look at the piece.

It's pretty rad just yet. Just now. It's very very fine.

Zooks knows when to stop.

I say, Zooks knows when to stop.