Imaginary Thomas and the No Such Things

Feb

10
2010

I would sometimes go visit him. He lives in that abandoned building on Cumberland. We’ll sit on the roof, talk about old times and sometime’s he’ll ask me about my new life.

"So how are your real friends?"
"They’re good... Teddy and Jess are having a baby."
Silence.
"Maybe when it’s born you two could, y’know, be friends. Come out of retirement?"

A car horn honked and someone yelled a rebutal

"Maybe..."

We sat in silence as we watched the stars glow into existance.

"I miss you, buddy" He said.
"I miss you too,"

I sent this as part of an artswap with fellow redditor Parker. My piece from him is speeding cross Canada on bison express as we speak. I will report on it when it arrives

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I am an artist for lack of a better word. I hate the term "artist" because it conjures up the vision of a holier-than-thou hipster type who makes up profound meanings for a blue canvas. Post modernism is rarely art. I’m not really an artsy person either. My wife studied art history and I enjoy things like that. I mostly subscribe to the "I may not know art, but I know what I like" philosophy.

I prefer terms like "Tinkerer", "Creator", "Maker" and "Builder". Constructive terms.

I like to make new things out of junk, bits, pieces and various miscellania. I recently decided this compulsion to build complex compilations of simple parts has roots in my childhood obsession with LEGO. My father made me a LEGO table from an old door and steel brackets that sat in our basement. I think I spent more time seated at that table bushing aside an ocean of coloured bricks searching for the specific one I needed than most people spent outside in their childhood.