Page 1: The art show I’m talking about was really fantastic, I derived a lot of inspiration from it. It’s because the pieces weren’t as, well… loudmouthed as I find current American art tends to be. It was calm, dignified, but in a way that covered the decimation and domination the city of Prague felt in its past. Love it.
I mailed that knife to my father later from England, and while I was trying to mail it you have to declare all of the package’s contents on a sticker stuck to the outside of the box. I wrote “knife” and the postman freaked, and said they wouldn’t let it through. Well, I was too busy for this nonsense, so I got a new sticker and did not write “knife” and the postman was disgusted with me (in his British kind-of-way). But it got through customs just find and dandy. Duh, of course it did. What is the knife going to do inside of a box?
Page 4: Took an overnight train from Prague to Köln (Cologne, Germany) and then from Köln to Paris. That painting of the snow in the streetlight actually has a lot of influence on the paintings I’m doing right now; I think about it a lot.
It was pretty romantic, an overnight train to Paris. I did a lot of writing that night in a different sketchbook thing, these are the bare-bones journal entries.