January 23, 2007

David Horvitz
1821 Bellevue Avenue,
Los Angeles, CA 90026

Dear ....,

How are you doing? I just made my second pot of green tea to help me write this letter. I am waiting for Brendan to come by - he's going to New York tomorrow morning to start practice for the next Barr tour and has to drop off his piece for the show. Did I tell you about the show? It's about boredom, which I have been thinking a lot about lately. I hope that it's not just my own boredom that is being projected onto this show - or maybe, that's just what it is and I can't deny it. I should clarify that although the show itself is about boredom, the works in it don't necessarily take interest in the topic (though some do). I feel that the ideas that these artists investigate are similar to concepts that emerge from thinking about boredom. Does this make sense? For example, there is a stillness in boredom, but stillness does not always imply boredom. You don't have to be bored to experience the still moment of staring vacuously at the back of lilac flowers in the late afternoon sun. I guess the show is more about a space of ideas, and that I have chosen boredom as a way of grouping and navigating these ideas.

Brendan just called, I guess his piece isn't done yet, so he's going to have to mail it from the East Coast (if he can get on the plane with it). I need to go to sleep, I'm getting tired and I have work tomorrow morning (how boring) - my own exhaustion is ending this letter (like how it always does).

Oh, can you burn me that Buzzcocks EP? All my punk cds are packed away at my mom's house, and that would be perfect to play at the opening.

Hope All Is Well With You,

- David

p.s. I tried to go to the beach at dawn the other day. I fell back asleep and had to sit in morning traffic on the 10 (a kind of boredom). I wanted to take a photograph of 'doing nothing.'