BOGUSLAW MORAVEC
“MASHIN’ FOR SKRILLA”
I, Boguslaw Moravec, build vessels for ghosts. Sometimes they are dolls. Sometimes they are images on paper or wood or canvas. Sometimes they are songs. There is no right or wrong way to do what i do. I put all of myself into what i make and i will continue to do so until there is nothing left. I can not fail and i can not succeed. I am right where i am supposed to be. (continued below)
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I live in an enchanted, red, and wooden box titled Barnworld; which sits next to and is part of the Kitty X House. As i write this, there is a carpet square of shag depicting a bridled horse head contrasted against a clear summer sky. I hung it on my wall. I have no idea where i got it or when. Vines are slipping through the cracks in my walls, they look like fleshy pink possum tails. I'd like to cut a window in my wall but i worry that it would cause my bed to collapse. In Oakland, i lived in a tree for a year. I was hidden between multi-million dollar homes and movie stars with sports cars; invisible, camouflaged in a brown polyester suit and an enormous black sun hat. I treasure an antique brooch set in a silver frame. There is a tiny painting, yellowed by time, of two trees rooted in an empty field. One is bare and dead, the other is leafy and alive. It once belonged to someone's great grandmother. I wonder if ghosts are ever anything before or after being ghosts. I've never driven a car and i never will. I usually walk or take a train but my preference is to travel by elephant. Once, years ago, i woke up at the top of a burning house and, though it's been a long time since, i still smell smoke. And there's some other stuff too.
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