I’m Twisted

Posted on July 29, 2009 by Varg

I’m a firm believer in looking toward yourself to understand and grasp societies problems. Because somewhere in there, overtly, covertly, you are just as twisted as the rest of them. Or you can at least relate to the nature of the beast. It’s not more than a few simply leaps in basic needs really.

This is why I am just pretty darn mad at myself for my first thought (some say the best thought) upon hearing Stormy Daniels has been arrested for domestic abuse…

Porn star mulling La. Senate race has a tough week

See, once I read this I thought, “Oh hell, there is no way I am voting for her now. She hits her husband for issues relating to clothing!”

And then I caught myself. Did the issue of her pornography career not disqualify her? How about her lack of experience eh Varg? And actually, it wasn’t until the arrest that I considered her to be off limits.

Even though these are my very own thoughts. I don’t even understand them. Does being a porn star cause someone to lose my vote? I just can’t answer that. No experience? If that’s the case I wouldn’t have voted for Obama over McCain. The hypocrisy of Vitter counts for something. And I know she wasn’t serious in her run but really was there to make Vitty feel nervous but…what if it came down to the two of them? I’ve voted Republican before. But, there is NO WAY I am voting for someone that beats their spouse. Cheating doesn’t disqualify for some strange reason.

See, I AM twisted!

Also, her political advisor’s car was blown up RHINO. And he uttered a very fine newspaper quote in the aftermath…

“I really wish this had not happened,” Welsh, 38, said. “I need a car.”

I think I said that after smashing up my Prelude back in the day.

2 thoughts on “I’m Twisted”

rickacrossdariver says:

July 30, 2009 at 10:02 pm

haum brah.
Editilla da'Pun says:

July 30, 2009 at 10:15 pm

Hehehe, Varg!
Well, no one seems interested in Stormy’s porn career and how that relates to the lobbies of the Senate… I mean, on cue, all day, this woman can take over 8 inches all the way. That is the truth of her political experience. That is the biggest difference I have always seen between Porn and Erotica… Politics and Statecraft.
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Rejoice!

I say that a lot. I sign many pieces with it. I do this because I believe our lives are a true happenstance. A brilliant occurence from nothingness. We are so rare. We are so unlikely. And simply being born isn’t enough. From there we must survive, endure. So each morning, after our Sun departs and is reborn again. Please, for the sake of your ancestors and the Universe in general, hoist that cup of joe up and say, “Rejoice.”

Ours is a soulful existence. No matter how many McMansions, polyester fabrics, auto-tunes, modified foods and social networks we surround ourselves with, we are all still native, passionate beings made of ancient matter. We are organic and we have soul.

Wood also has a warm, soulful quality. Wood has a memory. It retains smells, traumas, events. It even has a calendar. This is why I have chosen it as my medium, for its old soul. I like to think the wood in my work is in its third incarnation. First a tree, then a home and now art. If you have a room that needs a little soul, get a piece. A room can never have enough soul.

My inspiration and subject matter comes from many sources, among them: Humanism, old ballads, trickster tales, flora and fauna, science, myths and folklore, stringed instruments, brass bands, amber spirits, lady vocalists, general relativity and quantum mechanics. Some of my pieces are there just to make a short, simple statement about what’s important in life. Some are more diffuse and abstract in meaning. A personal drama, an enduring line from a poem or novel, a poignant song lyric, the legacy of an important person, a fleeting thought … these are the subjects of my art.

I use hearts often because they are a very abstract way of depicting the human soul without also employing the very subjective human form. The symbolic heart is an apt representation for a person’s experience and essence. A body can immediatly conjure happiness, sorrow, youth, age, anger, bliss. These emotions can get in the way. Sometimes it’s simply about the experience.

I am the son of a sailor and a social worker, the grandson of a gypsy, a dancer and a nurse. I spent my youth moving from port city to port city, watching a lot of road go by and reading World Book Encyclopedia. After my parents settled down on the Gulf Coast, I was a miscreant youth, destroying cars and taking the wrongs things too seriously and the right things not serious enough. Eventually I began replacing my imagination with experience.

I will use any salvaged wood but prefer swamp cypress and longleaf heartwood pine.

I despise waste. Particularly the waste of organic matter. Trees are magnificent. They were here before we arrived and they’ll be around after we are gone. I’m making an effort to save as much wood as possible. Creating art is fun too. But beyond communicating with folks, but beyond making money ad providing for myself, beyond rescuing flooded parts, beyond reveling in the ethereal aroma of heartpine that hasn’t seen the light of day in 400 years, beyond all that, I am trying to make a simple comment on waste.