Dennis Hollingsworth

Working. Coal. Mine.

A blogpost about a blogpost:

I'm still digging the vein at the blogpost "POP after POP after POP". I figure it's best to flesh it out as long as there is flesh to flesh. So, I'll report via blogpost when I've added to "POP3" rather than serialise it into the future. Much better that way, it fits my schedule.

Whenever you read, a swirl of experience and memory puffs up forming a corona around the ideas delivered. Maybe a Fisking is a drawing of that cloud.

(I hope that I am using this term correctly, "Fisking". I take it as an tribute or an analysis at best and an attack at worst. I promised to use this blog for the former and not the latter.)

There's a few more clouds to draw, including one in which I attempt to describe my view of an art history that is relevant to what I do in the studio.

Most blogposts are short little notes, this one keeps going and going, thanks both to the ten page beast the exchange actually is and to these big lobes of ideas I grow around parts of it.

Or maybe I'm digging tubers.