It occurred to me today that it might be fun to write letters to people who couldn’t possibly receive them. Dead people, famous people, people I don’t know personally or don’t like. They could be long letters or short, and they could consider my responses to and inspirations from various people, the people I’m writing letters to. 

For some reason the first person to come to mind was Adam Curtis, the documentary film maker. I’ve spent more time watching his work than most other makers of film or television. Certainly far more than any documentary film maker. He is inspiring and terrifying. His work does not make me feel good, but it does make me feel...better? 

I tried rewatching Can’t Get You Out Of My Head, and I didn’t make it very far. Maybe I’ll write him a letter about it.

I’ve been making more icons. As I write this I’m waiting for th glue to get tacky on...eleven of them. I think my issue with the goldleaf has been not letting the glue dry enough. I’m impatient. I feel like goldleafing used to be easier, back in the good old days. 

So I’m writing my blog while I wait. I attempted five others, and they came out alright. The goldleaf looks pretty good, but it looks antiqued. Which is fine, I think it looks pretty nice. But since I have no choice about how it looks and this is the best I can do, well, I’m not a huge fan. It has got to be a choice to look a little messed up. 

It’s cool when Picasso makes funky lookin’ junk because he’s a genius and he can draw like Raphael if he wants to. It’s not cool when some white boy on Instagram does it because 1. Picasso did it already, and 2. he couldn’t choose to paint any other way. 

What I’m saying is that in addition to starting a successful business, advancing my career, writing a substack, starting a youtube channel, having another kid, finishing the goldleaf on these icons, and writing this blog, I want to learn how to paint.