Philosofibres

[our hero, fists raised to the kitchen winds, stands ready with the never-changing FRAME OF REFERENCE in her hand]



these past several months of production have been fueled [or assisted by, rather] the mac-voice ALEX reading me the PDFs i've downloaded.  it began with THE FOUNTAINHEAD [which, however cliche and obvious, changed my very life and the way i live it]
it was devoured.  everything about howard roark has oozed into every creative endeavour.

am i performing to the best of my abilities?
how can i manipulate this material to achieve the best possible product with no waste?
what is its true potential?
what is MY true potential?
etc

i currently have ~60 pages left of the heavy-handed ATLAS SHRUGGED and yesterday afternoon i whipped up this tshirt in reference to the binding document that removed all rights and property of any creator, inventor, and innovator.

it is strange to now see similarities in this ~realworld.
with the absolute basics - white cotton, a paper bag, acrylique paint, water, and a spray bottle - i commemorated the fictional / rational with this rather ridiculous garment. 
i constant reminder

these are my terns

I SWEAR BY MY LIFE AND MY LOVE OF IT THAT I WILL NEVER LIVE FOR THE SAKE OF ANOTHER MAN, NOR ASK ANOTHER MAN TO LIVE FOR MINE.

do you?