it's the final countdown

unfortunately, the reference to Europe is the only one i could think of to describe the next week of my life. I start installing my first solo exhibition tonight and wouldn't you know it - i got sick on friday night. In the face of a billion and one things to do, all i feel like doing is hanging out on the couch and watching bad videos on video hits. I'm a bit scared now that the whole thing will just implode and be the worst example of art that has ever hit the face of this planet, but all i can do is just keep putting one foot in front of the other and trust that i know my shit and all the preparation i've done is enough. thankfully i've got people that i can ask to help out and i might just pretend i'm not a proud and stubborn idiot for once and use the help that's been offered. unfortunately for this control freak, i can't predict the future, so i'm just going to do my best to enjoy the experience. people will either love or hate the work, and perhaps in there somewhere someone may actually use their brain and think about it. if that happens, i'll be stoked. and if it all comes a cropper, there's always next time.