Be Gentle, Don't Go Crazy... Pay Attention To What You Are Doing Over There

Foos Ball Terrorists
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A real fan showed up at the show... check out those peeps
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Frogs!!! ... Green is so UN'Easter
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Bunnie Puddle

Quit Leering At Me... I Don't Want The Hear About Your Kick-Off Event

So the show is this evening and I'm hurridly making my buttons to take to the show. Last evening was pretty damn crazy... well actually, the whole day was pretty crazy to be honest. Started with a gallery drop off - a drinking trip to ElMyr - strange people - joy riding - death by outdoor Tapas... ahh what am I talking about.
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The elusive Mr. Bean Summer
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Guinness Peeps @ ElMyr
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Ouch of an evening

My Heart And Yours... An Open Sore

Just dropped off all the work at dooGallery today. Met with the owner/curator Doog (doo-gah) and he seems like a really cool guy. He sorta freaked when he saw the works and was really excited that they fit within the mode of this weekend, as it is fuckin' Easter. I'm gonna totally sell out on these works... the question is how long will they last.

Days Of Truth Often Depend On Ones Nature And Status Quo

It was another late night. This evening I wrapped up production on the main 20 works for the show this weekend, thanks in large part to Kanka acting as my assistant for the entire evening. He's a hell-of-a dip'r. All 20 works are now spending the last day before their hanging, drying out completely. The works as of this early A.M. are dry to the touch, but still fluffy underneath. A full day and the marshmallow will begin to harden more.
In addition to the 20 works that i had originally planned, I have, in the dead of last night, produced 2 additional alternate works that are encased in vitrines. Tonight I will clean them up and get them ready for hanging friday as well. Although, I may consider displaying them on a pedestal v. wall mounting them. I'll have to see what the gallery will provide in terms of space, etc. Each of these pieces, which is a pair of 2 vitrines each — totaling 4, will be priced somewhere between $100 & $200 for the pair... that is something I will have to decide upon this evening. It will also need to be determined by how much more finishing details I'll add to the 2 works.
I was considering doing one additional piece (a collage/painting), but considering my time constraints, I will not even attempt to exceute this. The 2 alternate works are my primary focus and I'll really try to push 'up' their specialness factor (in terms of thier cool/special as opposed to retarded/special... of course).
So in total, I'll have 22 works at the show. 20 pieces @ $50 each and the other 2 as mentioned before.
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Using heat gun to help set polyacrylic.
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Drinking 40oz. to help set the mood.
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Maneuvering the final set of bunnies into place.
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The building of the vitrines was a very messy process.

Just A Little Spot Can Do It

Got a really killer review of my work today from Standard Deluxe's Matt Lane — Thanks Matt. Big props to him.
Be sure to check out his site and order some of their amazing posters and t-shirts. And if you didn't know... Standard Deluxe is the shiz'nit!!

Standard Deluxe
Matt Lane @ MySpace

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Thomas Arthur Schaefer
Category: Art and Photography

So I found Damien Hirst's book ON THE WAY TO WORK at Hastings for like $15. Honestly. A gem like that could lay in the street for 9 months in this town and no one would pick it up. Any-damn-way, all the art readin has got me juices flowin (artistically speaking) enough so that I braved the 5 minute download of this site: http://thomasarthurschaefer.com

This is Tom's site. Tom's an artist living in Atlanta.
http://www.myspace.com/cherrylipped
I met him a year ago in Chicago. I've seen some of his work, but nothing like the shit on the site. Damn. The kids good. The kids real fuckin good.

If I wasn't such a fat-lazy-asshole I could of had a body of work very similar to this, I should have a body of work right? (I flatter myself). I think Tom and I are on the same wavelength bout a lot of things. Honestly, I've been so impressed and obsessed with other peoples collages, lately (past 3 years) that I find it next to impossible to create my own.

But Tom's the product of a first class education, a keen eye, a keen intellect and good goddamn taste. He's active, too. Shoutouts to Tom. Go navigate his site for some killer stuff, kid.
http://thomasarthurschaefer.com/

He's promised to attend the old 280 boogie, so if you see him in Waverly on the 22nd, tell him he's a genius.
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Not Until The Commanders In The Field Say We Are Ready

Bunnies are pop'n up all over town. Hmmm... where's the wheat-paste?
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So here's the second part of my paintings for this saturday... freshly dipped and drying out. I'll attach these bright beauties to the main box structures tommorow evening.

These are the box structures. There are 20 of them. Each is 10" x10" with hand-painted pin-striped edges. The faces where I'll attach the bunnies are white. I have a few parts to touch up on all 20 of these... just some fine tuning of the stripes.
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I finally got my button maker yesterday... so I'm also gonna have to crank out a big set of new 'Bunny Peeps' buttons for the show. There will be 6 different buttons in all.

What Are You Talking About? John Water's Mustache Is The Way For Saturday!

Jigger Johnson

Her Body Was Perfect

Jigger Johnson

You Have A Title That Starts With Those Two Already

Jigger Johnson

Fuck Your Sandwich

Jigger Johnson

I'm A Big Kid Now

I am worth $3,093,560 on HumanForSale.com

Hear that ladies... damn and I'm not even 30 yet. Ohh wait... my price may go down then. Hmmm... OK then.
Hear that ladies... I'm in my prime. Come on!
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You work well with others. That is, you're good at getting them to do work for you. It's true that you get by on your charm. But so what? You make people happy! You're dynamic, clever, and funny. And people like to have you around. But you're so restless, they better not expect you to stay around for long.

Your strength: Your superstar charisma
Your weakness: Commitment means nothing to you
Your power color: Fuchsia
Your power symbol: Diamond
Your power month: May

Damn... I better get a diamond encrusted fuchia jacket to wear around... May is right around the corner.

I'm Right... You're Wrong... That's The Way You're Making Me Feel

So a friend of mine said to me the other day, "I've seen you do it and I'm wondering, how you always lose your weight so fast?" I told them... it's pretty simple. There are a few steps to it.

1. You don't buy anything at the grocery store.
2. You don't have anything worth eating in the house.
3. When hungry... don't eat.
4. Drink water
5. When hungry... don't eat.
6. Drink water
7. When hungry... don't eat.
8. Drink water
9. Still need a meal? Drink a martini and enjoy that single olive.
10. Repeat until weight is gone.

Ohh yeah did I mention waking up early and doing low impact aerobic exercise until you're hurting like hell. Yeah that helps too... but even if you don't do that.. you'll lose the weight.

That's Cause You Gotta Dial 9 To Get Out

Ahh shit... I just spent some money. Good ol' money... but it's worth it. I finally broke down and hunker'd down the cash to purchase my own 1" button maker and cutter. I tried to bum my friends again, but she sold it... so I said hee'hey... I don't need this money... ha ha ha. Ohh well it's totally worth it. I need to make more buttons for correspondences and more importantly — I need schwag for the show in 2 weeks. Hopefully the damn company that gives me money will ship it in time.



MAILING TRANSFERRAL
April 4, 2006
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BARKER - TARD (postcard)
BEDARD - TARD (postcard)
BONANNO - TARD (postcard)
BROWN - TARD (postcard)
BURNS - TARD (postcard)
BUTTREY - TARD (postcard)
CALLAHAN - TARD (postcard)
CHAVARRIA - TARD (postcard)
CONSUEGRA - TARD (postcard)
CORDERO - TARD (postcard)
GEORGE - TARD (postcard)
GIBB - TARD (postcard)
HARL - TARD (postcard)
JOHNSON - TARD (postcard)
KANKA - TARD (postcard)
KUTZBACH - TARD (postcard)
LANE - TARD (postcard)
LINTON - TARD (postcard)
LUDWIG - TARD (postcard)
MEDLEY - TARD (postcard)
MEISTER - TARD (postcard)
NEWMAN - TARD (postcard)
NEWTON & GEIER - TARD (postcard)
NOBLE - TARD (postcard)
PEARSON - TARD (postcard)
REILLY - TARD (postcard)
SEARCY - TARD (postcard)
SEILER - TARD (postcard)
STANFORD - TARD (postcard)
STATTS - TARD (postcard)
STOUT - TARD (postcard)
SYLVESTER - TARD (postcard)
TAYLOR - TARD (postcard)
VICTORE - TARD (postcard)
VINSON - TARD (postcard)
VINSON - TARD (postcard)
WEISS - TARD (postcard)
YORK - TARD (postcard)

We Play With The Lights On

MAILING TRANSFERRAL
April 3, 2006
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BARKER - My Peeps... (postcard)
BEDARD - My Peeps... (postcard)
BONANNO - My Peeps... (postcard)
BROWN - My Peeps... (postcard)
BURNS - My Peeps... (postcard)
BUTTREY - My Peeps... (postcard)
CALLAHAN - My Peeps... (postcard)
CHAVARRIA - My Peeps... (postcard)
CORDERO - My Peeps... (postcard)
DECILLIS - My Peeps... (postcard)
GEORGE - My Peeps... (postcard)
GIBB - My Peeps... (postcard)
HARL - My Peeps... (postcard)
JOHNSON - My Peeps... (postcard)
KANKA - My Peeps... (postcard)
KIDWELL - My Peeps... (postcard)
KUTZBACH - My Peeps... (postcard)
KUTZBACH - My Peeps... (postcard)
KUTZBACH - My Peeps... (postcard)
KUTZBACH - My Peeps... (postcard)
LANE - My Peeps... (postcard)
LINTON - My Peeps... (postcard)
LUDWIG - My Peeps... (postcard)
MEDLEY - My Peeps... (postcard)
MEISTER - My Peeps... (postcard)
NEWMAN - My Peeps... (postcard)
NEWTON & GEIER - My Peeps... (postcard)
NOBLE - My Peeps... (postcard)
PEARSON - My Peeps... (postcard)
REILLY - My Peeps... (postcard)
ROETZER - My Peeps... (postcard)
SCHAEFER - My Peeps... (postcard)
SCHAEFER - My Peeps... (postcard)
SCHAEFER - My Peeps... (postcard)
SCHAEFER - My Peeps... (postcard)
SEARCY - My Peeps... (postcard)
SEILER - My Peeps... (postcard)
STANFORD - My Peeps... (postcard)
STATTS - My Peeps... (postcard)
STOUT - My Peeps... (postcard)
SYLVESTER - My Peeps... (postcard)
TAYLOR - My Peeps... (postcard)
VICTORE - My Peeps... (postcard)
VINSON - My Peeps... (postcard)
VINSON - My Peeps... (postcard)
WEISS - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
YORK - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)

It's Never To Late To Find Your Salmon Card

So today I was woke by Kanka at my door... ding-dong... ding-dong. So I woke my sorry ass up... forgot about the time change... damn you Franklin... but it's alright I had painting frames to build. I was up late last night cutting and glueing balsa wood like crazy.
So today, after a mid-afternoon breakfast at my way-to-local Waffle House, I got to work with Kanka on photos for myself and him. He's workin' on a killer sticker of him as Che Guevara titled Czechuevara... it's gonna be killer red/black on white vinyl... good stuff. He shot a portait of me that I'm using on my personal invite/postcards to the show on the 15th. They look crazy. Picture a mouth stuffed full of marshmallow Peeps bunnies and your getting the idea. Those are getting mailed tomorrow.

So later today I finished building and sanding all 10" x 10" x 7/8" balsa box frames. I've added wood filler and will sand again tommorow. Need to buy paint for pinstriping tomorrow.



There are a total of 20 identical works that I need to finish in the next 13 days. The plan of attack is to complete each part of the work as a separte piece and then put the 2 parts together in the end. So the frames need to be flat coated white and have their edges pinstriped. At the same time I need to treat all 20 (16 set) bunnies in the polyacrylic and get them 'preserved'. 16@20=320 — 80/4
Then once both of those steps are complete I can coat the frames with polyacrylic and add a dab to the bottom of the bunnies and attach the 2.... should be simple in theory.... but i know the pin striping is going to be my downfall on these.

In 1953... It Took 27 hours

Buttered Lemon Into Pellets Of Frozen Rain

Ahh nuts... wait a minute... ok then. Damn... what to put on this chunky bastard today... good question. Not much has been going on really. Just a lot of crap 'at work' and crap when I come home 'to work'. the artist is always on his way to work... sure he is... sure he is. So yeah I've been working on those strange meat paintings lately. they've reached the point no that i need to pick up my enamels at the paint store and get cracking on the 'void' spaces. Then I have to pickup some circuit boards and wire (I'm fresh out) to attach to the works. Nothing fun'r than large chunks of rotting meat with wires and transistors all over it. I'm finding it harder and harder to fins these damn things too... well at least in any electronic device in my house. I'm gonna have to hit the goodwill and buy as much cheap 80's / 90's electronic junk as possible — before I can't find them any more... yeah right. So yeah paintings and more paintings.
The Fluoride works are coming along... I mean i might actually pull this off, even though i've been working on it all for well over 2 years now... damn. Well the issue is money... things ain't cheap, but it's getting there. if it's not ready by the end of this year It'll be a Feb. 2007 show. Better late than never AAARG!!
I'm wrapping up the large 'Blue Jughead Triptych'.. the painting is done, right now I'm looking into lighting this puppy up just like the last one I did (note: Need to get prof. photos of the work - contact owner: 360 Media Inc.
What else... ohh... well I'm gonna have to jump back into the website again and fix things and add the content that some of the links don't have (sorry)... that's gonna take a little bit of time.
There is a group show coming up in April here in the ATL that i'm gonna be in, but I'll wait until all the details are in. I'm not even sure what i really want to show... decisions. Then there is another local group show coming up in June that I'm in too. So, my thinking that i wouldn't do any shows this year... bunked. Maybe this time-round I just won't do new work at break-neck speed just for these shows... ha... who am I kidding of course I will.

Ohh My God, That's Biggie Bee

Weird I there is now a link to my site on Caustic Truths! magazine site under links — heavey metal — eagles of death metal — (24).

Today is just sucking... ohh well... drinks, Cuban cigars, and a new South Park tonight. I'll live for now... but monday is creepin'.

You Turned Me Into... A Thing of Hate

Pick At It Till It's Raw

To the Rhipidon Society:
Fish cannot carry guns.

All Those People Are Following Me

Ohh my christ... it's a television. Drat you cruel villian. You've trapped me.

Give me all your food or I'll kill you.

That's Sick

Some pictures from the game Thursday nite.


Sitting behind the penalty box is a close as you can get to being in it.


Several fights broke out and I spilt my gin & tonic many-a-time.


Lick the glass it's Zamboni time again.

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Migrate Across Urban Country Holding Syphilis By The Hand

Chillin @ Callahan's
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Cigarette Suspected... umm alright then. When the hell did I write this shit. I know I was out drinking last night, but did I come home and write this garbage. I was at a hockey game last night... so the sports references make sense... kinda. I must have written this. Shit I don't even know what it means... no idea what I'm talking about in that post. There's a first. I almost deleted it, but it's just too damned interesting... I'm not sure if I even wrote that. Wow...

So anyways... what the fuck is up with MySpace.com? Why is it that every time I look on there, I find more and more people that I know. No... not 'you' people. I've known you were there all along (you should all write more... I'm getting bored)... I'm talking to the other people. It's strange... so strange... makes me almost feel like I'm creeping around these peoples houses when they're away. I guess it should be considered wrong to snoop on people in this fashion, but screw it. It's the internet. At least I'm not getting you Social Security number and ripping you all off (Note to self: Get Social Security numbers and rip these people off). I'm just as open to probing as the rest of you... though I could really give a shit about my own MySpace site. Well I did pull some pictures from it today... but anyways. I'm just stunned to keep finding people there.

So it's the end of the week again... time to hit the studio and paint. Ripping good times!

Ohh yeah... whats this crap about "crowned-garland"? Now I have to do reseach to see what the hell I was even talking about.

Cigarette Suspected

Fucking sports... and beyond, fucking lazy fingers... fucking lazy reluctance. Ahhh... anyways thanks for the thrill of the game. A Thrasher as the new.... hmmm. Unfortunately the game still leaves me wanting more. Prehaps it's something I can not obtain anymore. Shame... Can't stand the sound of her voice... yet I hold to her every night. Something there intoxicates me. She rips at my health, knowingly. I ask for her again and again each night. I curse the false ideal of her. A form... so perfect and familiar to me. I build it higher each night. I sleep in longer each day. I doom myslef further dwelling on her.

One.

A warm and yeilding form... but hell, I'm the same for her at any moment. This isn't what she's yeilded. What has... she's become? I am in the question again, as it is asked giving her love. There are no questions as to our intentions. I am full, she is full, and $30 to me. I hand the money back to her.

We was willing to give. Willing to dive head first into brown water. But we still needed her to teach us how to swim again... how to eat again... how to play again... swim with her. Make her into and about addition. She should have associated the word love with her name.

"crowned-garland"

You still are.
Ready to give it all up...
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Nie. Nie.

I am so weak.... so weak.

Who Is This Animal?

So something must be written. This is the point.

Breakfast Biscuits... What the!?

Why are we constantly taking simple meals like bacon, eggs, hashbrowns w/ cheese and putting it all into a 'food form' that fits in the palm of your hand and is easily digestable in quick short blasts. What the fuck... can't we have civil sit down - relax - and chat breakfasts anymore. I miss those times. Spending more than 2 minutes together.
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Limited Time Offer

I have no trouble in keeping my boundaries clear. As a matter of fact, I'm old enough to be your mother.

I have friends from out of town that meet on special occations. How often is always? He had one at six.

If there was a complaint, we need to know. But we're still taking precautions. We had a sex relationship.

I hooked him up with my friend, K.J. This was in it... it's eleven names. I filled the complaint because he wanted to kill me.

In Need Of Writing Stimulus And Pig-Tails

Damn... damn damn damn damn. Why can't I write on this damned site anymore. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I'm still rooting about like I have nothing better to do. I really am not sure what is going on. There is laundry to do... There is 'art' to produce... There are books to read... There are new and exciting people to meet.

Sitting.



I'm still... entranced in something I won't remember the next time I write here. What am I up to? Where have I been? Why are things as such? Wow... what pointless questions. (Should I delete this?) Shit... I'm not sure of much still... I fell like I still need some vacation from myself and the mess I've made of it. Only on a personal level mind you. When it comes down to it, the only real thing one should focus on and ridicule, is the self. You're only to blame. Figure out where the doppelgänger is and murder it. It's hard to be tried for your own death... evspecialy when you're still living.
What? What was that... ? No wonder I'm not writing.... what a bunch of rubbish.

I need a writing stimulus. I need pig-tails.

Forward Thinkers Never Look Backwards... Only Sideways

An Empty Slot Found Underneath Your Breath

Well... I'm Still Waiting For My Arms To Find Me

China Is In Deep... Japan Is In Shallow

Tie It To A Tree And Teach It To Swim

Call It A Day... Call It Something

Officials Asked Acting

In Need Of Locals As Our Collaborators

It's monday morning and I'm still sitting around watching films... just as I was yesterday (sunday afternoon). It's been Lucio Fulci all day and all night long... tonight or this morning I'm ending with his 1990 film 'Demonia'. Pretty interesting so far... some really good looking film work too.
Besides watching film yesterday, I also organized all my old movie tickets finally. I've had a huge jar full of them sitting around for years...must have been a few hundred... I always planned to use them in some sort of strange biographical work one day. But I think I might go a few more years with them. The oldest ticket, I'm ashamed to say, is a film I saw with my parents on christmas day back in 1990... just before we moved from New York to Tennessee. I'm really ashamed to say what it was, seeing that I was 13 at the time and looking back, hoped I had better taste... but it was a film I saw with the parents. The film... sorry — 'Home Alone'. What a terrible thing to even post on this blog, but it's true. The only saving grace is that it was written by John Hughs — to bad he didn't direct — Chris Columbus did. To his credit though, his first film was 'Adventures in Babysitting', staring one of my favorite hollywood hotties, Elisabeth Shue. I remember falling for her in the 'Karate Kid', which I saw with my mother — Shue was 21 and I was 7. God she was hot in that film. She's always been hot. Her best role, in my opinion, was surely 'Leaving Las Vegas'. Every man needs a woman as caring as she was in that film. Mike Figgis is just a great director to boot and Cage... well it's his best performance to date. Shue was 32 and I was 18. Hmm... kinda sounds similar to my current tastes in woman.. always wasting time with those older than me. Shue looked what you've done to me.
So besides thinking about the past yesterday and doing 'Shue Math' I worked out concepts and developed a required materials list for the newest set of 'meat' based works. I think they are going to turn out really well... I just need to get back to working on them again. I have been bothered all week with a tooth ache and have been getting my dentist changed to a new one — since I was never happy with my previous. I spent most of the weekend... and some of today of course (hate this business week crap) taking care of all the coverage bureaucracy involved in making sure my employer pays the brunt of what I'm sure will be my fourth root canal and fourth crown — all back molars... go figure. Ohh well... I've always thought of getting major surgery done on my teeth as a sort of penance for living in this current state of reality. There's something about the smell of burning teeth that will wake you up to the fact that there is a reality that we still have to deal with. Ahh well.. fuck it — I need to see my doctor and my hair stylist too... might as well make March a month of self improvement — or self masochism. That's what it all is... isn't it? I mean really... think about it. Why subject yourself to it. Health... come on. Health is an excuse to abuse oneself though means and reason of self-preservation, so we can continue to abuse ourselves further. Live longer — abuse yourself longer.

To Earn You Freedom

Ohh god I need you tonight baby? Where are you? I need to hold you? Where fore art thou baby? Where fore art thou?

Gogogo... Please Don't Gogogo

The Gogogo Airheart @ The Earl with Jai Alai Savant

What an incredible show by both bands... no words... only pictures.

(pictures & video soon)

Original Or Not, He's An Example Of A Real Man

Photo: KANKA

Went to R.A. Miller's funeral this afternoon with Kanka. Before the 'show' we sipped on a beer in the funeral home parking lot (aluminum cans - thinner, but similar to the metal the old man snipped at)... an act I can only hope my faithful do for me.
We entered the parlor and went to visit the old man one more time. He sat still, holding a paint brush with both hands, eager to hear what we had to say. I was elated to convey a message to the old man once again. His body was there and he was quietly attentive, just as he was in life... but he was there. I could feel it.
The croud... well I must say, interesting. I suspect some with the devil ideals in their hearts still.
Mr. Miller... I met with you on few occations, but I know you and all the others can see these words. You are true. I admire you for that. I still remember the grin you gave me the day I sat next to you and took some of your snuff and pinched it between my cheek — a brown caked substance in an unmarked orange perscription bottle. That grin. I still trust you old man. I still believe in your conviction. I strive for it. I too will find it one day. Thank you for letting me know it's out there.
We will talk and have a pinch of snuff again soon... in 'your' house. All of us.

With Love

My God... They Haven't Woven Cloth Such As This In Centuries

Come On Inside... From The Very Beginning

Life Has Got Me Down... What Will We Get... What Was That Word

Damn... I'm finally on it tonight — err this morning... it's late now... or early.
I'm starting to see where these works are going... even though the fact that the subject matter is highly antithetical to my own views, I feel I'll be able to make some interesting contrasts with these few works I'm doing to get myself back into 'the mode'. The early term I'm going to use for this set of works is 'Dysfunctional Pop'.... but it's bound to change.
The first set of work is 10 small green works about the relations between fruit and meat (what I've been seen working on in past posts). The second are three works dealing with rabbits and the narrative structure (fur and hunting meets story). I will also attempt to go hunt down three rabbits myself... yes real rabbit hunting. The third is a single work contrasting unweaned calves or veal and weaned newborns... should be interesting. All three works have been in beginning stages for well over a year and have now just been united as one unit or thought. So basically, it's a small set of work (14 to 15 works) based on the meat industry ... something that has interested me since grade school. Upton Sinclair's "The Jungle" shall be the reading material to be completed before this weekend. This is probably the 6th time I'll be reading it.
Also each of the current 14 works is using a Golden Rectangle that is of course propotionally scaled, based on the Golden Ratio. The Golden Rectangle is a rectangle whose sides are in the proportion of the Golden Ratio. The theory of the Golden Rectangle is an aesthetic one, that the ratio is an aesthetically pleasing one and so can be found spontaneously or deliberately turning up in a great deal of art. Thus, for instance, the front of the Parthenon can be comfortably framed with a Golden Rectangle. How pleasing the Golden Rectangle is, and how often it really does turn up in art, may be largely a matter of interpretation and preference. The construction of a Golden Rectangle, however, is an interesting exercise in the geometry of the Golden Ratio.
The hope is to have the compositions be aesthetically pleasing no matter what the subject matter... some of which is real rotted meat — these are going to be fun.
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I also requested rights to photos from a website against veal... we'll see if they allow me useage and hi-res files.

To Keep Yourself At Number One — This Is A Bullet

So Tell Me People Am I Going

I don't believe in impressionism... I sure as hell don't believe in abstract expressionism... They are both shit to me.
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So why the fuck is all the work I'm starting have no basis? What happened to the concepts? Why am I now creating based on raw emotional output?
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'Fucking A' why do I ever get ever involved, this shit always fucking ensues...
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Pull my god-damned hair out... better still... yes... yes... this makes sense now.
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Fuck it; Destroy it — Bring new life to it. Paint it all white. Take that which is not emotionally produced - i.e. Packaging; the functional; mass consumerism — trace-repeat-displace... trace-repeat-displace... trace-repeat-displace... break the will... break the common... while embracing the common will.. embrace and reproduce without logical input — let the unconscience prevail... form over function... function over form by functional subconscious formation.



Change the form through random acts. Add decay... rotten flesh and rotten fruit. Add the elements normally cast off... push them to a position of urgency... center them (well off center them). Find a vessel... germinate and attach. Diseased logic turned round.

Back Into The Studio

Time heals what reason can not. So does alcohol. So does a good book. So do good friends with strong words.
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It's all behind. Time to get back to what I'm about. Time to work again... enough of the internalizing.

Mick Jagger's Learing Face

So books... been reading lots of books this year. A few even re-reading. Wanted to post last 2 months finished books as well as upcoming.

JANUARY
Wiseguy — Nicholas Pileggi
Burn, Baby, Burn! The Watts Riot — Jerry Cohen & William S. Murphy
The Golden Ratio — Mario Livio
Man and His Symbols — Carl Gustav Jung

FEBRUARY
Duchamp : A Biography — Calvin Tomkins
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? — Philip K. Dick
Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said — Philip K. Dick
A Scanner Darkly — Philip K. Dick

MARCH
Alfred Hitchcock : A Life in Darkness and Light — Patrick McGilligan
VALIS — Philip K. Dick
The Divine Invasion — Philip K. Dick
The Transmigration of Timothy Archer — Philip K. Dick

APRIL
Cary Grant : A Biography — Marc Elio
The Man in the High Castle — Philip K. Dick
Ubik — Philip K. Dick
The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch — Philip K. Dick

Thats about it for now... can't get too ahead of myself.

15 Pounds — 2 Months

I can't fit into my cloths anymore. I'm to damn skinny. They fall off my body. Is this a bad thing? I don't know...

The average weight for men aged 20-74 years rose dramatically from 166.3 pounds in 1960 to 191 pounds in 2002. Though the average weight for men aged 20-39 years increased by nearly 20 pounds over the last four decades, the increase was greater among older men:

- Men between the ages of 40 and 49 were nearly 27 pounds heavier on average in 2002 compared to 1960.

- Men between the ages of 50 and 59 were nearly 28 pounds heavier on average in 2002 compared to 1960.

- Men between the ages of 60 and 74 were almost 33 pounds heavier on average in 2002 compared to 1960.

So what do I account this all to? Is it a change in habits.. absolutly. Starting January 1st - I quit drinking soda pop - I quit eating fast food. It's interseting the side-effects of sugar (or more appropriatly frutose) has on the human body.

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A University of Cincinnati (UC) study provides new evidence that drinking large amounts of beverages containing fructose adds body fat, and might explain why sweetening with fructose could be even worse than using other sweeteners.

Researchers allowed mice to freely consume either water, fructose sweetened water or soft drinks. They found increased body fat in the mice that drank the fructose-sweetened water and soft drinks--despite that fact that these animals decreased the amount of calories they consumed from solid food. All the mice began the study at an average weight of 39 grams. Those consuming the fructose-sweetened water showed significant weight gain over the course of the study, with an average final weight of 48 grams--compared with averages below 44 grams for the other groups--and had about 90 percent more body fat than the mice that consumed water only.

Total caloric intake was lower in the mice that consumed the fructose-sweetened water than in the other groups, except for the control animals provided with water only. "We were surprised to see that mice actually ate less when exposed to fructose-sweetened beverages, and therefore didn't consume more overall calories," said Dr. Tschöp. "Nevertheless, they gained significantly more body fat within a few weeks."

Based on that study and their new data, the researchers now also believe that another factor contributing to the increased fat storage is that the liver metabolizes fructose differently than it does other carbohydrates. "Similar to dietary fat, fructose doesn't appear to fully trigger the hormonal systems involved in the long-term control of food intake and energy metabolism,"
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Water... hmmm. But whats so new about this... everyone knows water is good for you. After drinking approximately 17 ounces of water (slightly more than 2 glasses), the metabolic rate increases by 30% for both men and women. The increase occurres within 10 minutes of water consumption and reached a maximum after about 30 to 40 minutes.

But why do the fast food chains always or better yet the soft drink manufactures always hide the water button on their dispensing machines. Ohh yeah... I forgot... they are just like the cigarette companies. They want to kill everyone of us.... but slowly... so we can still consume and breed. Gotta love that Capitalism.

Picture Book Of Sexual Love

Any given man sees only a tiny portion of the total truth, and very often, in fact almost perpetually, he deliberately decieves himself that little precious fragment as well. A portion of him turns against him and acts like another person, defeating him from inside. A man inside a man. Which is no man at all.
— PKD

Papa.. Papa... Help Me... She's Taking Me Away

The People In The Town Have Gone Crazy

All Things Are Wrapped In Appearances

Little of what Heraclitus wrote has survived, and what we do have is obscure, but Fragment 54 is lucid and important: "Latent structure is master of obvious structure." This means that Heraclitus believed that a veil lay over the true landscape. He also may have suspected that time was somehow not what it seemed, because in Fragment 52 he said: "Time is a child at play, playing draughts; a child's is the kingdom." This is indeed cryptic. But he also said, in Fragment 18: "If one does not expect it, one will not find out the unexpected; it is not to be tracked down and no path leads us to it.
— PKD

My Boss Is Plotting Against Me

What could a man living in 1750 have learned about himself by observing the behavior of a donkey steam engine? Could he have watched it huffing and puffing and then extrapolated from its labor an insight into why he himself continutally fell in love with one certain type of pretty young girl? This would not have been primitive thinking on his part; it would have been pathological. But now we find ourselves immersed in a world of our own making so intricate, so mysterious, that as Stanislaw Lem, the eminent Polish science fiction writer, theorizes, the time may come when, for example, a man may have to be restrained from attempting to rape a sewing machine.
— PKD

Flow My Tears

The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use the words. George Orwell made this clear in his novel 1984. But another way to control the minds of people is to control their perceptions. If you can get them to see the world as you do, they will think as you do. Comprehension follows perception. How do you get them to see the reality you see? After all, it is only one reality out of many. Images are a basic constituent: pictures. This is why the power of TV to influence young minds is so staggeringly vast. Words and pictures are synchronized. The possibility of total control of the viewer exists, especially the young viewer. TV viewing is a kind of sleep-learning. An EEG of a person watching TV shows that after about half an hour the brain decides that nothing is happening, and it goes into a hypnoidal twilight state, emitting alpha waves. This is because there is such little eye motion. In addition, much of the information is graphic and therefore passes into the right hemisphere of the brain, rather than being processed by the left, where the conscious personality is located. Recent experiments indicate that much of what we see on the TV screen is received on a subliminal basis. We only imagine that we consciously see what is there. The bulk of the messages elude our attention; literally, after a few hours of TV watching, we do not know what we have seen. Our memories are spurious, like our memories of dreams; the blank are filled in retrospectively. And falsified. We have participated unknowingly in the creation of a spurious reality, and then we have obligingly fed it to ourselves. We have colluded in our own doom.
— PKD

Do You Star In Death As You Do In Life?

Stand Back... Stand Back.. Let's Get Out Of Here

What's Going On... What Is It

The Lord Is My Shepard

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha...

A Fractured Appetite Has Led To A Malnourished Positioning Of My Assets Management And Execution

It's time to get things in order and get back to the business of production. Here is the plan for this year broken into 4 quarters — in simple terms.

2006 Execution Plan

1st Quarter
Retroconsumerism: Flouride Show
- 2 monochrome oil paintings (execution)
- 'Artifacts' vitrines (general construction)
- 'Flourides' (framing/glass etching)
- 5 large drawings (execution)

2nd Quarter
Retroconsumerism: Flouride Show
- large mirror (acquisition and execution)
- show (coordination)
- show invite (acquisition of materials & vendor)
- show give-away (acquisition of materials & vendor)
Happenings
'one.hundred.twenty' — Atlanta, GA
'Hot Young and Eager On 25¢ A Day' — Las Vegas, NV

3rd Quarter
Retroconsumerism: Donuts Show
- develop business relationship with local vendor
- 50 panel works (execution)
- 12 drawings (execution)
- show (coordination)
- show invite (acquisition of materials & vendor)
- show give-away (acquisition of materials & vendor)
100 Small Works
- 'Celebrity Contra' (autograph acquisition)
- 'I Have One' (motion sensor/audio constuction)
- 'I Have One' (silk screened text panels)
- 'Hot, Young & Eager' (execution)

4th Quarter
100 Small Works
- 'NYC Barstool Baptisms' (framing)
- 'NYC Barstool Baptisms' (true blessing & baptism of work)
- 'Sand Dollars' (pump mechanism construction)
- 'Sand Dollars' (acquisition of materials - sand & unrefined crude oil from Iraq)
- 'Sand Dollars' (execution)

God I Want A New Invective

I Need A Rhythm

Happy Birthday To Me...

Don't Move

You've Got To Face The Truth

Blah Blah Blah... Sunday. What the hell is happening today.... not a damn thing... not a damn thing. I guess I'm going to do some painting or something. I don't know.

Let The Poets Jackoff In Circles In The Woods — BH

You Know… You Had The Artist Who Wanted To Eat Your Butthole For Dinner — BH

Ahh good ol' Bill Hicks... poor bastard... I wish he had never left us. Lines like this just crack me up!! I've been listening to him again all week... he's the only reason I made it through this past week.

Test At Sears Or Even Freemen As In Restaurant

Was At Bean When That Happened Egypt

34% Increase In Vision

Sick Sick Sick

Jenny Craig Is Actually Fat

I just don't know what to write today.... seems to be the same situation I've been dealing with since the start of this year. Things just don't feel right... and ohh yeah... I'm still sick. Definitly staying home tomorrow... sleep and more sleep.

I'm Crazy About Plastic

Ahhh damn... I'm really sick today... again!! I guess I'm going to have to sit around, sleep and in my waking states watch the boob-tube. Blllaghhh and hack!!

Chaos In Your Frontyard

The New Studio... sans 1 work table.

There it is... it came about faster than I thought... now I just need IKEA to get another damn table top for me to finish building the second work platform.
It's a really large space... large than the photo would reveal. Kanka says the problem with the space is that the work that I'll produce in it will just get bigger and bigger... where will you put it all? He's probably correct... but again thats the point of having a space to work in.

100% Organic

Divided Like A Saint's presents
SUPER! Bright Lightbulb



This has to be one of my favorite theatre productions I've seen in my years here in the ATL and outside... and yes 'I have' gotten out to many shows in my limited time.
So what did I think of it from an artistic perspective.... It was visually stunning. The entire production was grounded in the performers and their use of the stage. There were no eloboate sets, no elaborate lighting... just pure wonderful simplicity, something I really appreciate when it's done correctly and in this production it definitly was.
The show — I felt, a perfect mix of minimalism and narrative exploration. A cross between a Merce Cunningham production and an intimate White Stripes concert.
I became a fan of Merce when I began my studies into Robert Rausenberg some years ago. The striking simplicity of the production and the brilliant costumes reminded me of things Merce had done. The entire production was a real suprise to me and a real treat. It really turned my day around.

Behind The Scenes

All Jazzed Up