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[May. 18th, 2006|01:01 pm] |
here’s a companion piece to my other picture of Manhattan that I just finished after working on it for about 24 hours over 3 days due to the huge amount of detail in it (when I print it it will be 6 x 7 feet), another ode to post- 9/11 anxiety (or the Rapture if that’s your cup of tea). Enjoy!
also I found this insanely entertaining whack-job website about the Rapture. Read it so you can be prepared! Rapture Ready!!! |
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[May. 15th, 2006|11:07 am] |
Happy Monday to everyone!!!
pick one:
a. What the hell is that? That’s disgusting! Sick!!!
b. What the hell is that? That’s disgusting! I love it!!!
c. That’s not nearly disgusting enough. You can do better.
d. How did you manage to take a picture of my liver??? I need a drink! |
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[May. 10th, 2006|06:38 pm] |
I just found a few photos I took several years ago, I always thought these were funny.
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[May. 8th, 2006|11:41 am] |
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My newest fun photograph. Urban sprawl + pollution induced hallucinations.
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[Apr. 26th, 2006|05:13 pm] |
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I have a wireless internet connection and it occasionally picks up other wireless connections in close proximity. They’re usually pretty bland names like “wireless 1” or “Fred's computer” or whatever, but recently a new one has popped up. And whoever it is has a pretty intriguing name. It is:
(this is a screen shot of my AirPort window on my desktop)
Yes, METAL MASTER SATAN DEATH! They probably live in my building. Who IS this mysterious person? What’s their deal? Are they a Satan worshiper? Will they let me borrow their black metal cds and t-shirts? This makes me want to get to know my neighbors better. Who knows what kind of exciting and interesting people are right under your nose. And on top of that, I didn’t know you could name your wireless connection! I must re-christen mine with a snazzy new name to rival that of Metal master Satan Death. |
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[Apr. 25th, 2006|07:53 pm] |
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It’s long been a fact of the art world that no one OUTSIDE of the art world cares about what’s going on IN the art world, and today’s trip to the Chelsea galleries reminded me exactly why that is.
First stop was JOCELYN HOBBIE at Bellwether. If you are looking for pictures of spaced-out expressionless doll-like girls with bloodshot crossed eyes and extremely perky tits with firm nipples, look no further.
Jocelyn Hobbie "Feeder"
The pregnant smoker painting was pretty good, but I like Dana Hoey’s pregnant smoker better:
Jocelin Hobbie "Coco"
Dana Hoey "Pregnant Smoker"
Next was TIM LEE at Cohan and Leslie. The only interesting thing about this show of second-rate conceptual art is that the artist is Asian and this gallery STILL smells bad. (See a past installment of Chelsea Art Reviews for more information on this) What IS that smell?
So, the fact that this is an Asian artist reminded me of an important issue circulating around the art world presently, that of racial and gender inequality.
Lately there have been several women “art bloggers” complaining that the percentages of women versus men artists represented by galleries in NYC leans heavily towards men. One blogger even spends her entire blog complaining of nothing BUT this and went so far as to calculate the male to female ratio of most NYC galleries. (OK, if that’s the way women artists behave, it’s no wonder no one wants to represent them. Can you say “CRA-ZY” “OB-SESS-IVE?” “KOO-KOO” ?)
Anyway, I am totally in favor of women artists and actually most of my favorite artists are women and I fully support their quest for total art-world dominance (second to gay white men, anyway). But for the woman's quest for supremancy - in my opinion - they are going about doing it in TOTALLY the wrong way. They need to look at the bigger picture - which I have thoughtfully done for them! The fact is women are presently the dominant minority in the art world second to the majority of white men. So women - in their quest for art-world dominance - need to be aware of the biggest looming competition threatening to take over their coveted place and need to be prepared to address and deal with their opposition. And that group is.... the CHINESE!
That’s right, the Chinese. Everyone knows that Chinese artists are getting very hot and trendy and are getting a lot of attention right now, just as the Chinese threaten the United States' dominant position in that of industrialized world economics! So unless women want to be further marginalized, the need to mobilize NOW and block the Chinese from access to the New York galleries! Everyone knows what went down in the 60s and 70s in the art world when the blacks threatened the female position in the art world. The women mobilized and squashed them down, and now there are only about three black artists in the art world now. All they have to do today is apply the same principles to the Chinese to retain their position and eventually reach total domiannce!!!
(NOTE: the Japanese and Koreans are OK. We like and welcome them! This ONLY applies to the Chinese!)
Anyway, back to actual art:
Everything else I saw today sucked ass. How many ways can I poetically describe different variations of boring, uninteresting and useless? I used to read art blogs occasionally but stopped because they’re mostly negative, whiny and bitchy across the board and I like to keep it positive here and I don’t want my blog to succumb to that so I’m ONLY going to review shows I like! Sadly, that means this column will appear much less frequently and will probably be only a few sentences long from now on.
But there was ONE show that was not only good, it was great! AND it was by a WOMAN! So - go women, you’re on the right track! Destroy the Chinese!
AMY SILLMAN at Sikkema, Jenkins & Co.
I have been a big fan of Amy Sillman for years and she again delivers the goods through about 12 large, colorful paintings. They are odd, funky, alternately sloppy and precise, layered, nicely textural paintings that reference figures and space in abstract fields. Her work is what abstract art make for children might look like, and I am all in favor of it. And this show gets that rare compliment of the highest order: I want to steal one!
Amy Sillman "Big Girl"
Amy Sillman "Get The Moon" |
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[Apr. 13th, 2006|05:57 pm] |
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Recently I was accused of “not embracing my gayness”. First of all, whatever little faggot who blabbed that I’m gay is gonna get their big-mouthed gay pansy ass KICKED. But now that it’s out I will address the situation.
I NEVER liked anything “gay”. Most Broadway musicals make me fucking puke. I think seeing “Cats” against my will as a child was the beginning of a non-gay aesthetic (although the closest thing to gay culture I knew about then was Three’s Company). The word “fabulous” makes me cringe. As does frosted hair. And (shudder) a combination of ALL of those! For the record, I’m all for the gays and gay rights. Go gays! Gays should be able to get married! Gays should be able to sit in the front of the bus and make everyone else sit in the back. In fact, gays should get all the perks and priorities over all other citizens of the world. Gays are just better. Gays should get discounts on their taxes. Discounts on movie tickets. And nobody buys more clothes than gays, so it would be smart for boutiques to give gays a discount. However, I really don’t identify with mainstream gay culture. I could NEVER identify with a movement that has a fucking RAINBOW as its logo. A rainbow!!! Ugh. That is so... GAY!!!
But I do have some gay characteristics. I like fashion. A lot. I even have posted some pictures of my clothes on my journal! That’s REALLY gay! If you ever see someone who says “$1,000 for a jacket is pretty reasonable... look at the elaborate fabric!... the design!... the perfection of the tailoring and construction!” then they’re pretty gay. And some people might look at me and think I’m gay by how I'm dressed, but I hope it’s something along the lines of “wow, you have such good taste in clothes and put yourself together really well. You must be gay!” instead of “yikes, look at that tragic fashion-victim queen. He must be gay!”
It is true that gays on the average have more style than the average person... but that doesn’t mean they have GOOD TASTE. Most fashion-y gays have BAD TASTE. They style is so self-consciously contrived and overdone that it’s impossible for them to to be seen as anything but gay. The same is true for certain members of the bear/butch/leather end of the spectrum. Some of these butch/leather guys take the butchness into such an excessive realm that one look at them and it’s impossible to see them as anything BUT gay, which is kind of ironic since that’s probably not exactly what they’re going for. Hee hee! I remember coming home from the Lure once in the snow and this leatherguy in full-on leather came walking up the street and he had a studded leather jockstrap under his chaps. And you know this guy was wanting to be all hyper-butch-manly, but once I saw that studded jock I just thought it looked like a disco ball stuck on his crotch! Look, when you put reflective embellishments over your genitals, whether sequins or studs or spikes, either way... GAY.
Leatherguys are so funny. One constant among them I’ve noticed from being around them for years is that they love to make fun of all the “Chelsea-boy” and “twink” types, but let’s face it, NO gay likes to dress up more than a leatherman! Gays are also very creative and clever people, and nothing shows off this combination of innovation and style more than assless leather chaps. NOTHING is gayer than assless chaps. Clothes that make your rockin’ bod look great AND you don’t have to take them off while getting fucked up the ass! Only a gay could have come up with (and wear) such an ingenious design.
Anyway, on to certain “gay” items of clothing I have... I got these silk Gucci pants last year (but it’s raw silk so it feels more like cotton, not shiny and smooth like normal silk fabric.... so slightly less gay) and I wore them once and was in the PATH station going into Manhattan and a train pulled up from Newark and these two 12 year old girls inside the train saw me and my printed Gucci pants and pointed and started snickering. (Yeah, fuck you. I’ll be laughing at YOU Joisey bitches when you’re knocked up at 15 while drunk on wine from a box and still have bad hair and Wal-Mart clothes and have to go on welfare to feed your baby and turn tricks to keep your crystal meth habit going that you started to make you feel like your life wasn’t such a horrible and worthless dead-end just because you wanted to feel SOME little morsel of pleasure at any cost but it is slowly eating away at your body from the inside and your teeth will rot away and your bad hair will fall out and your alcoholic lice-infested boyfriend won’t even fuck you and noone will even try to do an intervention because noone cares about you.)
But anyway, clearly being as sensitive as I am, it made me think twice about wearing them again even though I love them and they’re so comfortable in summer. Another thing is this shirt, a tunic in lightweight fabric that are SO comfortable in summer since I sweat like a fucking pig. So I always only saw myself wearing it while I was looking in the mirror in my room and noticed when I wore it outside I would get more glances than usual. So I was wearing this shirt while shopping one day in some boutique and saw myself in a mirror with different lighting, and well, this shirt is fairly see-through! And I have pierced nipples, so it must have been pretty obvious. So gay.
So the point of this essay is that I may not embrace gayness wholeheartedly but I do have my moments.
Also here’s a new Comme des Garcons shirt, it’s pretty gay.
And check out my iPod.
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[Apr. 13th, 2006|11:36 am] |
I took a few test pictres with my new 4x5 camera to make sure I was doing everyting right before I start taking pictures of things I really want to take pictures of. I got them back from the photo lab and immediately noticed something was off, as the day I took the photo wasn’t.... yellow... and all of my transparencies had a saturated yellow cast through them So I showed it to the people at the lab, and they brought one of the technicians over to figure out what had happened. So after 5 minutes he called another technician over, and both were totally baffled. “We’ve never seen anything like this in 30 years!”
But after a battery of questions they figured out I loaded the film in the film holder backwards. Uh, yeah. Loading this shit isn’t like loading a regular camera! You have to load each film sheet into the holder in the DARK! It sucks!
anyway one of the wrongly exposed, odd yellow-cast photos had “artistic potential” and after some reworking:
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[Apr. 12th, 2006|10:24 am] |
it's that time of year! Here are the things that let you know it's spring!!!
birdies...
trees get leaves...
butterflies.....
Easter...
AND
gay Chelsea boys start wearing skintight tank tops!
living in NYC where there is no nature and it's easy to not notice Easter since noone believes in anything (or is Jewish), the gays' gym toned bods under their spandex tops is the only real sign of Spring! |
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