It had to be done. Something of a personal totem, this sculpture just hangs around here. Not an aesthetic appendage, ghost, or friend, wanted or unwanted, and far beyond “liking” or “disliking”. As with the outrageous friendliness and cosmic acceptance of Wallace Stevens’ Negation, here you’ll just find the thing itself, a pig being welcomed by cherubs and a tracksuited boy.
As if the blog itself was written on the underside of the bow, or on a note, nestled in between wing feathers. Repellent and adorable, it contains happiness, forward-lookingness, and teamwork, and resolves entanglements: soul, commerce, whatever you thought were opposites, but weren’t. Oh, hi.