Friday, December 31, 2010

Deathfarm 5

this morning I was brushing my teeth too hard and I accidentally jammed the toothbrush right up in to the side of my cheek. I got it entangled in a cord of flesh and had no choice but to wrench out the fleshy mass along with the tooth brush. At first i thought this advantageous as it looked as though i had accidentally ripped out a face tumor. As I examined the gorey mass, still attached to the inside of my cheek, an addition to my vision was forming. The tumorous mass was receiving light and sending it to my brain. I was viewing my own face from the angle of the mass. I then twisted the new eye around to view the rest of the bathroom. The attached toothbrush worked well enough as a tool to aim my eye with. At first the vision was blurry but as I looked over my bathroom the vision started to sharpen. That is when I saw something new. A blue glowing two and half foot tall door next to my toilet. There where thick pulsating tendrils that ran from the door to the inside of my toilet that looked like they fed off of the contents of my toilet bowl. For nearly twenty minutes I sat looking at that door afraid to touch it. But curiosity got the better of me and i opened the door and crawled through. On the other side the tendrils continued off about fifty yards to a large bland square building. I walked slowly and quietly up to the building and followed the walls around to the other side. Nothing could have prepared me for the horrors on the other side of that large bland building. All I could tell for certain is that it was a type of farm. What was being farmed there is harder to say but the word death describes it best. Mutilated piles of creatures like bloody haystacks. Along with thousand of living creatures barely alive. Strapped to machines that tore at them little by little rendering their limbs down to scarred protuberances. A thick aether hung around the farm less palatable then ammonia. Complimenting the visual horror, the farm seemed to function softly quietly humming along with a sharp interruption of tortured inhuman screams timed with the same frustrating regularity of a kitchen faucet drip. Loose organs and a fleshy pulpy foam carpeted the ground feeding insects many fattened close to the size of my foot. Further in to the distance lay rows of dead trees that still bore strange fruit. Bloated corpses hung like oranges. There was no sign of any intelligent life form operating the farm. Nothing but automated mutilation. The putrid mess got to my senses and I became dizzy, collapsed to the ground, and projectile vomited all over myself and the wall next to me. The vomiting and dizziness continued so powerfully my body tremored and I loss control of my bowels filling my shorts with liquid shit. The vomit that filled my nostrils barely hid the putrid smell of that farm. My eyes all three burned. I retreated from the barn crawling desperate. The weakness in my body killed my hopes to return through that door but i continued to crawl slower and slower. I crawled blindly following what I assumed was the blue pulsating tendril that led back to my toilet. For three days I attempted to crawl along that tendril frequently passing out only to be awaken by large insects biting at me. What small amount of energy my body could muster was wasted fighting off those hallow eyed insects. The tendril seemed to be withering away as well having not had my shit to feed it for a few days now. It would no longer be usable as a guide soon. Which did not matter to me I had accepted death. Suddenly, without warning, a cold metal hand grabbed me. It lifted me up. Paused for a second. A smaller sharper hand ripped the third eye off of my face. The hand carried me forward to the door and shoved me through it. The last experience I have from that world was the sound of the door locking. My smell alerted the neighbors almost instantly and i was taken to emergency care. But I refused to stay for even a day as I felt a new found duty to my metal savior. I needed to shit in my toilet. And feed that blue tendril for whatever unknown purpose it had. Which my friends is why i have invited you here to this party despite my weakened physical state. Obviously so soon after an ordeal like that I could not possibly have any shit to excrete in to the shinny white bowl. But you who had all so eagerly excepted these drinks, have all just ingested a powerful laxative. Do not worry my toilet has never clogged once.

Thursday, December 30, 2010


Four days ago Mr.Hudson decided he would no longer be going to work. He drank nothing but cheap whiskey and Nyquil for the last three days. At 3:15 am Mr.Hudson noticed the sun wasn't glowing bright but instead held a very mild orange glow that grew brighter and weaker according to his will. Two hours passed and Mr.Hudson became very excited about his new found powers. The more excited he got the more he proceeded to brighten the sky brighter and brighter. After four hours Mr.Hudson did nothing but stare unblinking into a blinding light that nearly burned the skin off his eyes. Until 9:13 am when what appeared to be a semi translucent blue alien humanoid creature attempted to communicate with Mr.Hudson. He did not understand what the blue creature was saying but instead perceived the creature as a monster from another dimension and assumed it was a threat. Mr.Hudson, with all the strength of a man on a three day cheap whiskey and Nyquil binge, tore the limbs off of the blue translucent creature and smashed at it's torso thoroughly obliterating it. At 12:15 pm Mr.Hudson went out to lunch having completely skipped breakfast. He ate at a popular fast food sandwich restaurant. At 5:23 pm Mr.Hudson finished his last bottle of Nyquil and went to sleep.

Death Waits for Sam

movie idea: Death waits for Sam
A man goes back in time to impregnate the mother of his adopted daughter when he begins to think that his adopted daughter is actually his own daughter. Then in a fit of jealousy his wife goes further back in time to plant herself as a fetus inside the adopted daughter's mother's mother so that she would also be the adopted daughter's parent. The adopted daughter gets pissed off that she is constantly changing into a different person so she goes into the future to her adopted fathers death bed and shoots him in the face with a double barrel sawed off shotgun. The life cycle is complete. Also the main character's name is Samson and the adopted daughter's name is Samantha.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010



ill be candid for a second.

really im all about blue.
not like picaso blue vagina period

NO i mean blue. its fucking awesome

i cant wait tell im an old bald dude so i can tattoo my whole scalp blue.

walk down the street blue warpaint tattoo old and weathered.

drinking blue slushi

wearing blue

its all blue

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Orange you glad it's Tuesday

Yeahhhhh!!!! it's the third Tuesday of the month which means it's Orange you glad it's Tuesday day. You celebrate the third Tuesday of every month by eating nothing but orange things. For lunch I'm having an orange and a carrot and a bowl of Kraft macaroni and cheese. Then later today I'm going to the liquor store buying a big bottle of orange soda and a smaller bottle of Everclear. Because everything must be Orange.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Galileo II

im fucking losing it.
(that's supposed to be a love symbol but i guess it looks more like butt cheeks coming out of an ice cream cone. Which gives me a lot of mixed feelings or at least makes me question if love is just the joy of eating ice cream out of a girls ass. what if it isn't?) fuck that's right i wanted ice cream earlier...i almost never want ice cream.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

swap club


Aracknid is a worthless chauffeur, barely able to drive. On one occasion he ran down a pregnant woman in from the mountains with a load of charcoal on her back, and she miscarried a bloody, dead baby in the street, and Keif got out and sat on the curb stirring the blood with a stick while the police questioned Aracknid and finally arrested the woman for a violation of the Sanitary Code.
Naked Lunch

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

command bridge

The broken image of Man moves in minute by minute and cell by cell . . . Poverty, hatred, war, police-criminals, bureaucracy, insanity, all symptoms of The Human Virus.
The Human Virus can now be isolated and treated.
Naked Lunch
Since there is no sure way to detect a disguised replica (although every Divisionist has some method he considers infallible) the Divisionists are hysterically paranoid. If some citizen ventures to express a liberal opinion, another citizen invariably snarls:"What are you? Some stinking nigger's bleached-out replica?"
Naked Lunch
The Buyer spreads terror throughout the industry. Junkies and agents disappear. Like a vampire bat he gives off a narcotic effluvium, a dank green mist that anesthetizes his victims and renders them helpless in his enveloping presence. And once he has scored he holes up for several days like a gorged boa constrictor.
Naked Lunch


materiality is eating me

Monday, December 6, 2010

Od' und leer das Meer

Desolate and empty is the sea.

Huey Lewis & The News

Patrick Bateman: Do you like Huey Lewis and The News?
Paul Allen: They're OK.
Patrick Bateman: Their early work was a little too new wave for my tastes, but when Sports came out in '83, I think they really came into their own, commercially and artistically. The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost. He's been compared to Elvis Costello, but I think Huey has a far much more bitter, cynical sense of humor.
Paul Allen: Hey Halberstram.
Patrick Bateman: Yes, Allen?
Paul Allen: Why are their copies of the style section all over the place, d-do you have a dog? A little chow or something?
Patrick Bateman: No, Allen.
Paul Allen: Is that a rain coat?
Patrick Bateman: Yes it is! In '87, Huey released this, Fore, their most accomplished album. I think their undisputed masterpiece is "Hip to be Square", a song so catchy, most people probably don't listen to the lyrics. But they should, because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, it's also a personal statement about the band itself.
[raises axe above head]
Patrick Bateman: Hey Paul!
[he bashes Allen in the head with the axe, and blood splatters over him]

Free Bacon Ultimate

slam the ball

Super Baseball 2020

Mistress Monique

instinct and capitalism

Monday, November 29, 2010


suffering from a disease called middle class. Everyday i get softer and stupider filling myself with the words of self righteous losers whose accomplishments involve couches and bull shit. Self entitlement and masturbation. assholes and opinions. The taste of raw tofu. a sugar free mc donalds. sitting at the footsteps of the rich. spit on for having the highest aspirations.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010


well its the last day of august. boys and girls now that we have let another august slip by our fingers what do we have to say about our month of august. Fuck august.

Friday, August 13, 2010


Love. A mental illness caused by prolonged exposure to excessive levels of hormones produced by contact with a sexual partner.
Cures and treatments.
No known medical cure but illness often cures itself.
treatments include; Chronic masturbation, suicide, Mentos freshness!, Fresh goes better with Mentos, fresh and full of life!, alcohol.
A study done in 1993 found that removal of the genitalia before puberty caused an immunity effective up to 78% against the disease. Study supervised by French Professor Raymond Duchamp-Villon.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Sol LeWitt

Sentences on Conceptual Art
Sentences off Conceptual Art:
or pessimism the key to pretending to be an intellectual.
1. Conceptual artists are mystics rather than rationalists. They leap to conclusions that logic cannot reach.
1A. Conceptual artists are lazy.
2. Rational judgements repeat rational judgements.
2A. Repeat rational judgements repeat rational judgements.
3. Irrational judgements lead to new experience.
3A. Irrational judgements lead to ignorance.
4. Formal art is essentially rational.
4A. Conceptual art is essentially formal art.
5. Irrational thoughts should be followed absolutely and logically.
5A. Irrational thoughts may be treated with medication
6. If the artist changes his mind midway through the execution of the piece he compromises the result and repeats past results.
6A. If the artist change her mind midway through the execution of the piece she has improvised the results and changed past results.
7. The artist's will is secondary to the process he initiates from idea to completion. His wilfulness may only be ego.
7A. The artist's will is secondary to the process which is secondary to funding which is secondary to ego.
8. When words such as painting and sculpture are used, they connote a whole tradition and imply a consequent acceptance of this tradition, thus placing limitations on the artist who would be reluctant to make art that goes beyond the limitations.
8A. When words such as Conceptual and Contemporary are used, they connote a whole tradition and imply a consequent acceptance of this tradition, thus placing limitations on the artist who would be reluctant to make art that goes beyond the limitations.
9. The concept and idea are different. The former implies a general direction while the latter is the component. Ideas implement the concept.
9A. The Chisel and marble are different. The former implies a general direction while the latter is the component. Marble implements the chisel
10. Ideas can be works of art; they are in a chain of development that may eventually find some form. All ideas need not be made physical.
10A. Ideas can be acts of crime; they are in a chain of development that may eventually find some form. All ideas need not be made physical.
11. Ideas do not necessarily proceed in logical order. They may set one off in unexpected directions, but an idea must necessarily be completed in the mind before the next one is formed.
11A. Multitasking. look it up.
12. For each work of art that becomes physical there are many variations that do not.
12A. For each work of art that becomes physical another becomes graphic design.
13. A work of art may be understood as a conductor from the artist's mind to the viewer's. But it may never reach the viewer, or it may never leave the artist's mind.
13A. A work of art may be understood as a conductor from the artist's mind to the viewer's. But it makes the artist look smarter if the viewer cannot undertand.
14. The words of one artist to another may induce an idea chain, if they share the same concept.
14A. The words of one artist to another may induce nausea, when over heard at an art show.
15. Since no form is intrinsically superior to another, the artist may use any form, from an expression of words (written or spoken) to physical reality, equally.
15A. I tried to buy a car with 22 K's I cut out of my magazine. See "Married With Children".
16. If words are used, and they proceed from ideas about art, then they are art and not literature; numbers are not mathematics.
16A. If words are used, and they proceed from ideas about art, then they are art and have no real social value.
17. All ideas are art if they are concerned with art and fall within the conventions of art.
17A. How else can I write out 16 again... oh, I know.
18. One usually understands the art of the past by applying the convention of the present, thus misunderstanding the art of the past.
18A. Does this apply to Futurism?
19. The conventions of art are altered by works of art.
19A. The conventions of art are the alteration of the conventions of art.
20. Successful art changes our understanding of the conventions by altering our perceptions.
20A. Successful hallucinogens change our understanding of the conventions by altering our perceptions.
21. Perception of ideas leads to new ideas.
21A. Perception of ideas leads to tasting of colors which leads to conversations with your foot.
22. The artist cannot imagine his art, and cannot perceive it until it is complete.
22A. The artist can imagine his art, and can perceive it before it is complete. Using his mind, ooooooooh crazy.
23. The artist may misperceive (understand it differently from the artist) a work of art but still be set off in his own chain of thought by that misconstrual.
23A. The artist can fuck up, but act like that was supposed to happen.
24. Perception is subjective.
24A. Perception is subjective. very good. so are opinions, beliefs, desires, and even faith.
25. The artist may not necessarily understand his own art. His perception is neither better nor worse than that of others.
25A. The artist may not necessarily understand his own art, but can pretend that he does when around buyers.
26. An artist may perceive the art of others better than his own.
26A. An artist may perceive ways to make other artists feel bad about themselves.
27. The concept of a work of art may involve the matter of the piece or the process in which it is made.
27A. The concept of a work of art may ignore the matter of the piece and the process in which it is made. Pay your assistant to worry about that.
28. Once the idea of the piece is established in the artist's mind and the final form is decided, the process is carried out blindly. There are many side effects that the artist cannot imagine. These may be used as ideas for new works.
28A. Once the artist has passed the design on to be fabricated. He may now wait for reviews to be used as ideas for new works.
29. The process is mechanical and should not be tampered with. It should run its course.
29A. Don't stick your finger in the printing press. The safety instructions are clearly labeled on the side of the machine.
30. There are many elements involved in a work of art. The most important are the most obvious.
30A. The most important elements in a work of art are the most obvious. Mainly, how big you should make the boobies.
31. If an artist uses the same form in a group of works, and changes the material, one would assume the artist's concept involved the material.
31A. If an artist uses the same form in a group of works, and changes the material, one should assume the artist is running low on material.
32. Banal ideas cannot be rescued by beautiful execution.
32A. Banal ideas are the foundation of the hellish mundane.
33. It is difficult to bungle a good idea.
33A. It is difficult to bungle a good idea. as long as you look good doing it.
34. When an artist learns his craft too well he makes slick art.
34A. When an artist learns his craft too well he becomes a target for criticism.
35. These sentences comment on art, but are not art.
35A. My sentences commented on sentences, but are often sentence fragments or run on sentences.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

it is only going to get worse

Trust me it will get much worse. just wait tell i get further along with my series titled "Inappropriately Combined Fruits and Vegetables" Which of course will be a side project derived from the Rubber Unagi Company. until then...

Avtomat Kalashnikova 47

what can i say about this that hasn't already been said about god. Nothing. Exactly... what? I don't know any more it's fucking hot out and my moped had a flat. and there is a clown hiding in my dresser drawers sharpening its teeth on an ice pick.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Turned On
BLEICHER/GOLIGHTLY "Turned On" Curated by Joella March

ART REVIEW: Apparently i do art review now, yah fuck it why not. My first impression while looking around the show is that someone must be thinking about building a sardine processing factory inside a can of sardines. Also if you have been to Cal State Fullerton's sculpture department then you have been to this show. but that's not necessarily a bad thing. No one knows how to do kinetic like those crazy bastards. Certainly though somebody knows how to curate kinetic a hell of a lot better then Joella March. Her choices where excellent, a good balance of things to play with and things that play with you. But then they where all just rammed in to that tiny little space, no lube or nothing.

this might explain it better"At the lower end of the bowel, there are two distinct circular bands of muscles, sphincters, one is located about an 1 ½" above the other. These clamp down tight to prevent the passage of feces or gas. The mucous membrane lining of the rectum is not as heavy as the lining of the vagina, so it can tear quite easily and it does not heal as quickly as the vagina. Because feces, loaded with bacteria, are passing by, any tear is vulnerable to infection.

The vigorous thrusting that may occur during anal intercourse can tear the mucous membrane. This can develop into an anal abscess that can become infected - more about that in a moment. Also, if your partner has any of the sexually transmitted infections (STI's), then you could get infected through the tear. So we are talking about gonorrhea (treatable); venereal warts (treatable if external, difficult if up in the rectum); syphilis (treatable); herpes (treatment, no cure); yeast infection (treatable); and HIV and AIDS (treatment but no cure.) You do not want any of these STI's."link

ok sorry, ill get serious now, also while i was in that tiny little space i noticed a much bigger space right next to it.(which often happens when performing anal sex) so i ventured in to this space filled with paintings of varying quality. and i found a pair of people serving drinks. (which occasionally happens when venturing into the vaginal cavity). This insane European guy gave me and my friends a drink he called the experiment and wouldn't tell us what was in it. I'm guessing the secret ingredient was fermented urine and champagne, since this was Santa Monica. Oh, with an awesome view of the ocean and the pier. Great location for an art gallery really. but has to be as expensive as all hell to keep that space. I would have to guess that is why they went all sardine style on it's ass.

some of the art in the show was good too. Have you seen Kyle Chew's "jumping tv"? good stuff, any work that accidentally damages the gallery wall behind it passes my test for good art. in fact i think all art should be used to damage stuff. it should just be a requirement. Gallerists could learn a lot from demolition derbies. The jumping tv is a fucking steal at only 5,000 dollars. you should go buy it right now. or wait tell the show is over and i can hook you up on a sweet deal for that baby. but don't tell anyone because if the art maffia hears about this they will break my knee caps and force me to watch Corky Ramano. All Los Angeles art people love the movie Corky Ramano i have no fucking clue why, but its a fact, ask one.

Jim Jenkins is in the show. Remember that guy from talking about him in your city college sculpture class. Well i do. yup. Jim Jenkins... Jimmy jim jim janky janks jenkins.... Jim Jenkins, yah. allright did i mention i spilled one of my drinks allover my pants and the floor right at the entrance to the gallery then i sat outside by the fountain and enjoyed a moment of quiet reflection on the wonderful art i had seen. but then a shark came out of the fountain and i killed it with my trusty spear gun. the end.

links to art show

Tuesday, July 13, 2010


Originally uploaded by hellishmundane
have you seen this man. he is approximately 29 yrs, over 6 foot, and extremely pompous. if spotted do not approach. if possible throw tangerines at him and run away.

Monday, July 12, 2010

or maybe none of it really matters

Quadruple Amputee Jesus Crucifix

I have to ask myself, why did i make Quadruple Amputee Jesus. I really don't know.
Well in to the production of him my grandma asked "who do you think would want to buy something like that?"
I don't think it would be Christians interested in the crucifix. If they had been i certainly fucked that option by signing each cross as a limited edition of 666. But it is not a satanic object either, it is an object of dubious religious affiliation. Maybe its just an atheist experiencing a nostalgic religious moment.
There are toys for disabled children that share their disabilities, but i can't see this cross comforting anyone who has no limbs, or maybe it could. the Jesus lacks limbs but he is still supporting himself as if he had them. that can also easily be interpreted as the suffering he is experiencing is forced on him by the limbs he lacks. though once again i think the edition number really fucks any redeeming characteristics.
I made it because if i saw it i would want it. In fact i will at some point hang one in my room. but there is no why. it just continues off the stream of oddities i produce for myself.

hmm... i think the hiatus idea was just a total failure

Friday, July 9, 2010

an unrelated matter


if you hadn't noticed i am currently on hiatus. will be back soon. after brain is returned from dry cleaners.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Marina Abramovic 2

after completing her show at New York's MOMA Marina is asked what will she do next.
Marina,"I'm going to preserve a shark with formaldehyde in a large glass rectangle."
nothing can stop this young and up and coming go getter.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

The Kinkade File 2

Burned Rauschenberg Erased De Kooning
Aron Briggs
The problem is noone is going to let me take the Rauschenberg off the museum wall and burn it. The only other option would be to hide a container of lighter fluid on me and hope the work is not behind glass. Well if it was behind glass I’‘m sure I could smash the glass, but that would take precious seconds, and bring attention to me before the lighter fluid was applied and lit. There is also the variable of museum preservation. That paper could be treated with something flame retardant. My lighter fluid wouldn’t do a damn thing. Gasoline and Styrofoam mixed together make a wonderful little napalm which would probably get the job done.

The napalm would be the most reliable choice but it would change the meaning of the action. Burning the Erased De Kooning is meant to continue the process Rauschenberg started with his erasers. Napalm would destroy the paper but it leaves a plastic black substance. It would therefore be an additive process more akin to destructive painting then erasing. If only I would be given enough time to violate it with urine and, no wait, this entire train of thought is derailing.

Earlier in the semester I was in my Contemporary Art in Context class AH 441. The teacher, whom does not need to be named, made an unpleasant statement. She, I mean he or she, said that the only good art is made by artists who do real research on art history. Well maybe that doesn’t sound terribly shocking. Nobody in the class seemed bothered at all. For me the statement made my brain hurt.

Since the day I got out of highschool ten years ago I have worked my ass off making art. Now I am informed that all that work was nothing more then masturbation. All I really had to do was research art history and occasionally slap some sort of work together that references that research. Specifically the statement places a value on the type of thought that goes in to making a work of art. Greater value is placed on the thought given to an artworks historical reference then to thought used on the production of the work. So what, there is nothing new about that, you can thank Dadaism for that revelation.

That was not the part that hurt my brain. What hurt my brain was the realization that art historians are subject to the same system artists are subject to. Art historians can not possibly understand contemporary art, or have anything relevant to say about it unless they can do what I do, and invest all of their adult lives in the nonstop production of art.

So this theory seems somewhat juvenile, or reactionary, or at least untestable. But I took a whack at it anyways, because this should hopefully be my last semester at this school, and I was getting bored. My test was small and subtle. I wrote my term paper as if it were a conceptual sculpture. And Oh joy, I had two contemporary art classes to play this game with. I chose a living successful artist who is as far removed from contemporary art relevance as possible, Thomas Kinkade. For practical reasons the artwork produced had to be diptych.

Part 1 was an action, a personal invasion in to the culture of Thomas Kinkade, while part 2 was theoretical analysis of Thomas Kinkade. All done as subjective as humanly possible, with every fact drowning in self reference so thick it might make Andy Warhol crack. To sum it up; trips were made, evidence was forged, alcohol was consumed, and art was successfully produced.

Unfortunately the results can’t be fully analyzed yet. Only part 1 has been returned, but I have studied the grade written on the back of it the same way a biologist studies cultures on a petri dish. “This reads more like a some sort of a sociology study or even diary entry rather then a research paper. Not enough sources, also, your sources need to be scholarly writing”,”65 D”. This might look less then informative to some but look closer. Notice what was not written. An eight page paper did not have a single comment or correction written on it, anywhere. Just a dismissive statement on the back. Even the fact that it was titled as a part 1 was not questioned. Then you have to ask, since when does a diary entry even qualify for a D grade? There is contradiction hiding in the teachers statements. But of course, like a petri dish, all that I am looking at here is just a drop in the bucket. Rest assured the study will continue through the lens of a website created solely for this purpose.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Sunday, May 16, 2010

how to study for a contemporary art history final exam

i have spilled hot sauce over part of my keyboard. i cannot wash the keyboard off because i need it to study for my final, and the water would ruin the keyboard for at least a day. i have enough rubbing alcohol to clean it off immediately but i need the rubbing alcohol to clean some of the bloody wounds on the back of my right arm. Which leaves the only other option of licking hot sauce off my fingers after i type stuff. actually i like hot sauce a lot, so that really should have been option number one. In fact fuck studying im just gonna think of some stupid reason to type random crap so i have more excuses to lick hot sauce off my finger. hmmmmmmm wait a minute fuck licking the fingers i can just lick my keyboard vjovaojpbhvibbvuhfjnuhbfgnjuygjh bf jb jbn vbjnvbknk nj vvnk vn bnjkvb njbnijbnoi ji bnibn jio ijjjjjjjjjo bnojvkbnkbvnkbv jkobv vnkl ibjkl nj bkl

Dont look at me... with those eyes

The Professor is in awe of Cindy's ability to make her face go blank and look off away from the camera. Blanking my face and not looking at the camera is something i like to do almost every time someone points one of those things at me. But the pictures of me never have that same effect Cindy Sherman creates. It suddenly occurred to me that she is not looking away from the camera. She is staring directly at the camera with the whites of her eyes. Her eyes are two white half-moons piercing the viewer with a fierce unnatural intent. They punctuate an alien portrait defined by familiarity and discomfort.

Monday, May 10, 2010

News: Found Pablo Picasso's asshole

Carrol Dunham claimed the asshole had just been sitting in his smoking room for years. "we had been using it as an ashtray." Art historians recognized the asshole in one of Carrol's still lifes. It was moved to the Getty Preservation Facility where skilled technicians did their best to restore the damaged gaping anus.


Pablo Picasso's massive gaping asshole sets new Auction record at Christie's bringing in $106.5 million. Horny collector leaves with complementary gallon of KY.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

The Kinkade File

Part I Thomas Kinkade or: How I learned to stop Worrying and Love the Bomb.
Part II. Due to Copyright Violation I Can No longer Title This “Painter of Light”
Aron Briggs

Part I. Thomas Kinkade or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb.

This is an exploration of the Kinkade Galleries. I will be looking for signs of what kind of person buys a Kinkade painting? The employees of the galleries will also be closely examined. The main question attempting to be answered in this paper is weather or not god is located inside the Kinkade gallery or In the Kinkade original painting? This requires a hands on experience of the California culture around the Kinkade art. The library and other conventional text sources commonly used by the art history department will offer limited to no informational value. The final goal is to get in to the mind of Kinkade and see what he sees in specific selected original works by him.

I have the book Thomas Kinkade Paintings of Radiant Light, by Thomas Kinkade as my companion at all times during my gallery visits. I use it for constant reference as his work is so purely subjective that it cannot be viewed without constant explanations by Kinkade.

The First gallery visit is the Art Center Gallery: fine art and custom framing in orange county at the Westminster Mall. The gallery is poorly lit with track lighting painted carelessly at or near the prints. The Kinkade book seems to despise this gallery as I immediately notice a word about lighting by Kinkade. Light generates hope. Sunlight Deprivation causes depression(Kinkade pg18). The walls of the gallery are scratched ugly and cheap mall walls. This the first chance for an up close analysis of the Kinkade style. Kinkade’s prints are also 3d casts of the brush strokes used to create the original paintings. In a river brush strokes suddenly pop out in contradiction to the flow of the water. The strokes are added apparently just for the sake of having brush strokes visible in the work but they are lacking any visual information from the brush stroke. The employees have piled prints in front of other prints with little care for any value they may hold.

The sales woman walks around me to help a family as they walk in. She explains they just missed a huge sale. This sale embodies the mass market qualities Kinkade’s prints take on. While leaving I notice a print of the tall ladies that always sold well at Aaron Brothers. My presence in the gallery was completely ignored even as I stood directly in the middle of the gallery while writing notes vigorously. I also take a business card for the gallery. It has the name Todd Rubin printed on it. I will inform him of the inferior quality of his gallery and employees.

Though Kinkade did get his Masters at the Art Center in Pasadena it is obvious that Southern California is not the culture of Kinkade’s art. So me and my assistant Nicole travel north to better get in touch with the culture of Kinkade. We get a room at the Madonna Inn to use as our headquarters for the trip. It is room 154 the Irish Hills room. Every inch of the room is green, there is a leprechaun statue and several paintings of red bearded Irish men. The overwhelming levels of kitsch aid in the studying of Kinkade’s art style.

The next gallery visited is in Morro Bay. It is a small gallery more like a snaking hallway then an actual space for viewing art. My assistant Nicole likes the baseball painting and the Bridge painting on display in the gallery. I am becoming a little concerned about her sanity but I keep that thought to myself. Mounted on the wall are little hummingbird sculptures with Kinkade style tiny scenes painted on them.

A small space off shoots from the hallway shaped gallery. It is filled with the Disney 50th anniversary paintings. A few large magnifying glasses are provided for closer examination of the works. This scene is hilariously similar to the Art gallery scene in the movie Synecdoche New York. Where the art work is so small it appears like tiny little squares until viewed through the magnifying glass to reveal an emotional painterly portrait.

It is apparent that Kinkade has branched out past just selling prints. Holographic Puzzles of the paintings are for sale along with plug in nightlight. Our presence is not ignored in this gallery. A very nice woman named Paula who is running the gallery, comes up to assist with my note taking. She is a tall, thin, well dressed lady with blond silver hair. There is a dark spot on her face that indicates her age very well. She is very happy to hear that I am an art student writing a paper on Thomas Kinkade and makes no effort to find out my opinion of Kinkade. Instead she begins to tell me as much as she can about Kinkade. She starts with the painting “Christmas Cottage” that is about Kinkade’s Christmas at home age 4. It is also referenced by a movie recently made about Kinkade, by Kinkade. This paradox reminds me of the “Autumn Gate” from the Kinkade book where he explains, “ in my day dreams I often return to the tranquil spot ill let my mind wonder back to my childhood in Northern California and the tranquil scenes I experienced” (Kinkade pg26). We look at “The Cross” made for the Billy Gram Library. Paula is close to giving a full history lesson on Kinkade. Kinkade’s Mom is going to lose her house but kinkade paints a mural for Placerville California to make two hundred dollars to save the house. I have no idea what painting she was even talking about at this point. But it seems as good a time as any to point out the fact that I also grew in Placerville though my childhood most likely held a lot less of that warm glow that Kinkade shows his as.

The effects of the dimmer switches implemented in the gallery are shown. On a painting of Morro Rock the sun suddenly sets as Paula dims the light with her switch. This is what Kinkade meant when he wrote. “People at peace by going in to the light of the painting (Kinkade pg19)

The painting “home town morning” is explained. There is an obvious Norman Rockwell influence but the book felt the need to reiterate that point(Kinkade pg11). It is a scene in Placerville from Kinkades child hood. He is shown on a bike delivering papers. Ahead on the sidewalk is Kinkade and his wife and kids. Walking the opposite direction is a man who refused to have Kinkade deliver his paper. Driving down the street is Norman Rockwell. Rockwell was a big part of his life he, Lived in Rockwells studio for two weeks.(Kinkade pg22). This is respectable because shows that he really is sincere in his love of the traditional style and committing his life to art. Kinkade relates a story in his book that seems very similar about burning of leaves on the curb when he was a kid. And how nostalgic he feels for that experience(Kinkade pg80). Coincidentally I was arrested at age 14 for burning a pile of leaves in a drainage ditch creek. A man came down and chased after me and my friend I was with.

The painting“Trusted Friend” is explained. It is kinkades oldest daughters favorite teddy bear. It was painted because both his older daughters had moved off to college. Toy blocks where stacked up showing the initials of his daughters. In the background is the books he would read to his daughters when they where kids.

The 50th anniversary Disney collection was started after kinkade visited the Disney vaults and was shown original character sketches. A Bambi painting is shown. Paula points out Kinkade hid his mom in the mountains. Mickey is hidden there as well. Also each character from the previous Disney painting is hidden in the next Disney painting. Paula says this shows his creativity.

There is a large print of a painting titled Daytona Nascar Thunder. It is made up almost entirely out of narrative symbols.

The next gallery visit is the Archive in Monterey located inside the historic Harry A. Green mansion on Lighthouse avenue. Though it does not feel mansion sized at all. The people working there appear very busy but the man at the front desk pauses once to say hi and once again as we leave to say goodbye. I at least do not feel completely ignored. Kinkade has two sculptures present in the gallery, Jesus face and praying hands cast bronze statues. The subject is not surprising as Kinkade looks at art as a high calling. Not a profession, but instead a holy mission (Kinkade pg11). In this way the Kinkade work is a conceptual object a window in to Gods words(Kinkade pg11). It is deeper form of communication. Also, there are some nice rugs. It is a big house not spacious. The 2nd story staircase has original drawings of hats and some people. This could be a throw back to Kinkade’s time as a hobo artists traveling across America, When he and a friend created the book Artists Guide to Sketching(Kinkade pg14). The rooms of the house are little office spaces for whatever business goes down. The archive is the only location displaying only original paintings by Kinkade instead of the prints shown everywhere else. With close examination I do not notice any significant difference between these and the expensive mass produced copies sold in the Kinkade galleries. The paintings are each individually lighted by brass lamps mounted to the painting frames.

I listen to a phone call made by the man at the front desk. He says “Tom I am calling about a special sketch you had promised a buyer. It is to personalize one of the large prints of the cross. The buyer had been considering this purchase for a long time. It is for his mom. Please call back.”. Kinkade truly believes Gods hand is on his Light Post company(Kinkade pg18). There is little separation between his religion, his business, his art, and his personal life.

On the second story outside a meeting room is a painting that is not ugly at all. It lacks any mounted title it is an actual original painting by Kinkade. The painting is dated 1989. It is one tree lit close up with an old wooden fence along a trail in front of the tree. Little else is in the painting except a darkened nature background surrounding the tree.

Before we leave me and my assistant Nicole stop to enjoy an awesome hanging lamp that comes down from the pointed peak in the house it attaches to the roof with a beautiful colorful tiled ceiling. The lamp is very large and colorful. It really completes this Victorian style house that has been around since 1886.

The fourth and final Kinkade gallery visited is the Thomas Kinkade Steinbeck gallery located on Cannery Row only a few blocks from the archive. Here is the print selling front attached to the archive. The man inside, Ben, is extremely nice and helpful. He is well dressed thin and healthy looking possibly middle aged. He has a very firm commanding hand shake. He is definably thorough. He is a perfect employee for Kinkade who sees contemporary art as existing on the fringes of society. a subculture with little bearing on the average persons life. (Kinkade pg11). Ben seems very interested in the fact that I am an art student writing a paper and he esquires as to what I am writing about Kinkade. I am mostly honest with him and tell him I am writing about the galleries and the people in the galleries and the works in the galleries. I think he likes this, since he tries to help me with this writing however he can. Honestly, I will say I was not prepared for how willing he was to help with any information I would need. He even joked about the fact that if I were to buy one of the works he would include a five page paper on the work itself. Which would completely finish part II of my writing on Kinkade.

There is a fireplace in the middle of this little gallery. It is fake with fake glowing logs. There is a family picture of Thomas Kinkade and his family over the fireplace. The lighting is track lighting again but they are very well placed. Soft homey muzac runs through the speakers.
My assistant Nicole browses the extensive catalog sitting out. She comes across a notably gritty painting titled “the Wailing Wall” in Jeruselem 2006. Several jewish people are portrayed in the painting in a most respectful manner.

In the gallery is an image I had not seen before titled ”Pacific Nocturne” it is a beach scene. Very simple layout, scattered round rocks sit across the middle of the scene. The ocean surf is soft and foamy it half envelopes the rocks and ends at the bottom quarter of the scene. The work is done almost entirely in cool colors. With a few purplish undertones for warm highlights. Even the sun is uncharacteristically gloomy. The scene is uncanny in its familiarity and unrecognizable location, it is that word stuck on the tip of your tongue.

I ask Ben about the not ugly untitled painting at the archive. He calls the archive up to have them retrieve the information on it for me. The work is titled “First Snow” it is 24x36inches and it was an unpublished painting. My assistant Nicole finds it located in the gallery catalog dated 2005. With a much smaller size listed of 18x24inches. Ben asks the archive for the price. He is then informed that this original painting was first titled “October Snow” and it is priced at 195,000$. I already noted that the painting is signed with a date of 1986. The discrepancy in titles, sizes, and dates is most likely due to the murky way Kinkade markets his prints as collectibles. When they are actually mass produced products of a corporation. The website for the Monterey galleries lists the work as “October Snow” and unsold. It would be interesting which title the work will finally receive if it is ever purchased. Possibly the buyer should decide.

As I leave the gallery Ben offers a friendly goodbye and gives me a photocopy of the catalog page with “First Snow”on it. Hours latter upon my return to the Irish Hills room I sit down to study the “First Snow”. It bothers me, it looks nothing like any other Kinkade painting and I suddenly realize why. The “October Snow” painting was not a painting of Kinkade’s child hood memory in Placerville, it was a painting of my child hood memory in Placerville. In fact it was an exact replica of a photo of a 3 year old me swinging on a little rope swing attached to the tree. He had simply edited me out of the image and then changed the highlighting. But he could not have had access to that photograph since the photo had been destroyed when my mom lost everything she owned in a storage unit auction during a manic episode. This also means I have no proof of its existence. Still it leaves only one conclusion, Kinkade has access to my memories.

I had to know more about this, so I left my assistant Nicole sleeping in the Irish Hills room and I took the car in the middle of the night to Placerville Northern California. I had no problem finding my way as my memory from childhood was impeccable. Along with the fact that Kinkade’s home life is not separated or kept secret from his company. Retrieving his home address was one of the first things I did when starting the paper.

Total fear overwhelmed me as I arrived at his house. I put on a pair of white latex rubber gloves from a box of them I had around for resin casting. I grabbed a box cutter out of my tool bag and then went into his house. His house was big but I could hear him snoring quit easily. I walked quietly into his room and looked at his sleeping face. I was horrified to see his face was mine but 30 years older and he was no longer sleeping. Instinct kicked in, and I instantly cut his throat with my box cutter. Blood did not come out. Instead a radiating heat filled the room nearly melting the rubber gloves to my hands. The heat grew increasingly intense and the air began to glow red and bright, identical to the iconic glowing cottage windows in all his paintings. I was engulfed by a white hot aether. Suddenly I was back in my Irish Hills hotel room the white latex gloves brownish singed, all over little black spots melted to palms and fingers. The box cutter nearly charred beyond recognition appeared a minute later by my side. I walked outside for air and saw the car was back in it’s parking spot.

I did not sleep. At 8:45 am. Ben from the Steinbeck gallery called my cell phone. He politely said that Kinkade will be appearing as scheduled at the National Archive next Sunday for the Easter celebration, and that I should already know by now that I am not welcome there.

Part II. Due to Copyright Violation I Can No longer Title This “Painter of Light”

This is an analysis of the Thomas Kinkade painting titled “Everett’s Cottage, Foxglove Cottage, Gingerbread Cottage, Lilac Cottage, Make a wish Cottage, Moonlight Cottage, Nanette’s Cottage, Pine Cove Cottage, Stillwater Cottage, Teacup Cottage, A New Day Dawning, A Peaceful Time, A Quiet Evening, Seaside Hideaway, Sunset Lamplight”. Specific portions of this work are viewable at the Kinkade National Archive in Monterey or around the LA county area in any of the Thomas Kinkade Signature Gold Galleries. Print reproductions are available for purchase at hundreds of dedicated galleries across America and slowly spreading out in to other countries(Mullins).

The painting is an image of a cottage with bright glowing windows indicating that a massive destructive fire has broken loose inside the cottage. There is a phallic symbol chimney erected at the peak of the cottage roof, it is ejaculating a small sperm like swirl of smoke which spreads and swirls gently onto a soft warm rotted flesh sky. A path comes out of the background and ends at the bottom of the picture. The path pulls the viewers eyes around the painting. Light from the windows cast down color like tears on to wet reflective surfaces splayed out across the paintings foreground. The cottage is surrounded by nature in bloom. Trees are bursting with leaves, every plant is flowering in full force. Nature spreads itself wide across the canvas, over a neon green color field of grass. A bird flies through the sky. The bird is not native to this area, because this is not a real earth environment. There is a Lamppost, its glowing radioactive ooz, which symbolizes the destructive forces of mankind on his own nostalgic ecosystem. A triangular pattern makes up the form of the cottage like the pyramid on the American dollar bill. The cottage shape is extraordinarily strong and sturdy.

There are no human figures in the painting but the cottage is a figural form. The form is hermaphroditic containing the erect penis chimney and the receptive vaginal door it has facing the viewer. Kinkade has credited the cottage element as inspired by his mom and his child hood home in Placerville California. An oedipal style is developed here, reminiscent of early french Mannerism. Though Kinkade credits his style to Norman Rockwell and American traditionalist painters. The oedipal style is fully present by the raging fire inside the cottage, which is synonymous with the bodies raging lust.

The letter N is hidden multiple places on the painting. It represents Kinkade’s wife Nanette emblazoned on Kinkade’s mother form, the cottage. Kinkade signs his painting with a fanciful signature and the bible notation John 3:16. To remind the viewer that yes they are looking at a Thomas Kinkade painting and that it does make them a better Christian. This reminder is needed as another strong formal element in the painting might contradict this. The sky is the strongest formal element in the work and it shows an ethereal radiating sunset blotted out by uncanny non-cloud like puffy sky forms whose purpose seem more akin to communicating some type of hidden alien message.

It is apparent that many people do not consider Kinkade a serious contemporary artist. He is often completely passed up by most contemporary art class curriculums, and ignored in the complementary class textbooks. Which is why it must be stated that this analysis of his work is not an attempt at absurdity.

Thomas Kinkade has sold millions of prints of his works. ArtReview Magazine placed Kinkade in their top 100 most powerful people in the art world of 2008(Knight). He is one of the best selling artists in America and for that reason he should be taken very seriously. Which is why when he states that his work is a message from god, then that is exactly how his work will be examined.

A working definition of God can be taken directly from the Mirriam Webster dictionary. “the supreme or ultimate reality: the Being perfect in power, wisdom, and goodness who is worshiped as creator and ruler of the universe”. This should help clear up any misconceptions by previous atheist readings of Kinkade’s work.

The universe itself should be excepted as it is defined by the popular theory known as “string theory”and the theory that encompasses that theory known as “M theory”. This theory relies on a world that is made up of 11 dimensions instead of the basic 4 dimensions like those in the sculpture department have to deal with conceptually. In this way there is a method for viewing Kinkade’s work as a communication with God. The same way you could say that Kinkade is pioneering a program titled painting11d.

The particles that make up the pigment in the oil paint on Kinkade’s paintings represent the 1st dimension. A single point defines nothing but the relation of all the points or all the pigments in the oil paint define a viewable world. Humans are 3 dimensional creatures who view the world from this point. It should be noted that Kinkade has his own branded oil paints to acquire complete quality control of his communications.

The 5th dimension relates multiple points of time together. The same way Kinkade’s paintings place objects from multiple points in time into a single viewable scene. The 7th dimension is understandable as the infinite possibilities of this universe. This can only be viewed by looking at the 15 different cottages by Thomas kinkade as a single painting of multiple possibilities of the same exact place.

The 9th dimension is the space where each infinite universe relates to the other through a space in which you pass between each universe. This is the same as traveling from one Kinkade gallery to another to view each varying configuration of works that make up the gallery and the infinite variations of the galleries construction. To truly understand this try traveling from Kinkade’s National Archive on Lighthouse Ave in Monterey to Kinkade’s Steinbeck Gallery on Cannery Row only a few blocks away.

The 11th dimension embodies the material that makes up all universes. Here is where you would watch the creation of universes. Here is where you find Kinkade’s God. An entity in scale massively greater then all human understanding. An entity that would see human life as smaller then a single bit of information. An entity in scale not so much greater then the amalgamation of all of Kinkade’s entire life, entire family, artistic message, artwork, collectors, galleries, prints, and his company Lamplight.

Fine art has always been about communicating what words cannot, contemporary art is even more so. Kinkade communicates what words cannot to God, because words alone cannot communicate anything to God. It is impossible to understand what he and God are communicating to each other because it is impossible for a human to observe Kinkade’s work through the multiple dimensions it deals with.

Attempting to observe Kinkade’s communication with God has inherent dangers in itself. The observer effect is implemented two ways here. Whatever communications Kinkade is having with God is changed by the act of his art collectors observing their prints at their homes. This is the intended relational aesthetic implementation by Kinkade. It is harmless, but anyone who might attempt to observe his work multi dimensionally would change the communication itself. Doing so would ostensibly place the multi dimensional observer in communication with Kinkade’s God through observation. Nietzche warns against this with his theory that if you look into the abyss, the abyss looks back in to you.

To truly grasp the scale of information being produced by Kinkade’s paintings you have to look at the process of reproduction he uses. Kinkade has 9 levels of reproduction quality. The highest quality is a full size textured print that Kinkade himself highlights. One of his hairs is also included for proof of authenticity. For the next quality down, one of Kinkade’s master highlighters touches up the prints for him. But he still finishes it with a few quick highlights and a signature. The next level down the print is only touched up by the master highlighter. A good master highlighter can make 31 of these customized prints a day(Wilson). If Kinkade produces only 3,000 prints of each of the three qualities listed that would still produce 135,000 slight variations of the initial 15 variations of the cottage painting being discussed in this paper. Kinkade claims his work is in 11 million homes across America(Mullins). That alone makes him the most collected artist in America.

While it is impossible to know exactly what Kinkade is saying to God, he has passed on some of what he has learned to others. Kinkade has explained to others that God has blessed all galleries that open up to sell Kinkade’s paintings. The powerful deity can then guarantee the gallery owners will make a ton of money(Wilson). Unfortunately Kinkade’s God is not completely infallible. Lawsuits have been brought against Kinkade by Kinkade Gallery owners who say they where manipulated by Kinkade’s word of God. Kinkade was forced to pay out 860,000$ in damages and may be forced to pay out an additional 3.5 million to more former Kinkade Gallery owners(Wilson).

Why does a simple nostalgic cottage have such an incredible power. Nostalgia is the yearning to go home to a better place then the present. This seems like more multi dimensional manipulation by Kinkade. Paula, an employee at the Thomas Kinkade Showcase Gallery in Morro Bay California, and avid collector of Kinkade prints, was questioned on the effects of nostalgia used in Kinkade’s work. Her reply was simple and straight forward.”I like his paintings,” and “he is very creative”. Peggy, an owner of a large original Kinkade painting was also asked the same question. Her response was initially even less informative.”We were traveling in Northern California. We saw it and we had to have it”.

Responses like these highlight the cultural impact of the cottage painting by Kinkade. There is no cultural impact. The works do not engage contemporary culture in any intelligent way. They sit subdued as a background or memory in a persons home. They promote a completely unproductive and useless role for art in society. They reaffirm the National Endowment of the Arts decision to abolish their annual grants to individual artists by showing how well an artist can flourish in society while giving little back to it with his art. His paintings are Trojan horses with an unknowable purpose.

Andrew Wilson, AMERICA'S MOST WANTED, Modern Painters 94-7 Jl/Ag 2006
Charlotte Mullins, The Mystery of Market Forces, Art Review (London, England) 53 4 Je 2001
Christopher Knight,
Thomas Kinkade, Thomas Kinkade Paintings of Radiant Light

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Aron's Tattoo

Aron's Tattoo
Originally uploaded by Martin Escalante
a bathroom stall for a leg. what a fucking retard

Monday, April 19, 2010

the rules

i like the color pink

art statement

rejected artist's statement

tittle: Hellish Mundane

This show is part of a subjective investigation into authoritarian belief systems. Through forceful manipulation of the human form, insight in to the weakness inherent in cultural memes can be confronted. The project, which is known as Hellishmundane, is a living entity. It reacts to its environment but it lacks any cultural ties, or human emotions. For these reasons the Hellishmundane functions as an aesthetic sociopath or deus ex machina.

"However gratefully we may welcome an objective spirit-and is there anyone who has never been mortally sick of everything subjective and of his accursed ipsissimosity?-in the end we also have to learn caution against our gratitude and put a halt to the exaggerated manner in which the "unselfing" and depersonalization of the spirit is being celebrated nowadays as if it were the goal itself and redemption and transfiguration. This is particularly characteristic of the pessimist's school, which also has good reasons for according the highest honors to disinterested knowledge." Nietzsche

how to organize an art show 1

the list

Monday, March 29, 2010


is remembering fondly, everything horrible in your life, and reflected through a looking glass darkly. Or the prescription glasses' abject mundanity. A search for wisdom in the garbage of social masturbation
Dr. Benway then applied a large glob of vaseline to the computer screens' anus.
"why? you think you're going to get your fingers in it? the computer is a flat screen. It's only two inches deep."
Dr. Benway,"No, the screen is not blurry enough to read yet. Notice how all the letters are far to sharp and defined. They are harsh simulacra far removed from the vague flowing subjectivity of spoken language."
"Oh,"I then stuck two fingers into the computer screen myself. but only found the other side of my ear canals. The voice of a television commercial ripped my ears apart with vaseline covered clarity.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Performance Art - artnet Magazine

Performance Art - artnet Magazine
unfortunately i just read this. Unfortunate for whoever has to read incoming emails at artnet.
by Charlie Finch. Did he actually get paid to write that. I'm a BFA Sculpture student at CSULB and I will be graduating in May. Can I have Charlie Finch's job. That is to say if you actually pay him to write that. The article had more drivel in it then the Weekly World News. I think I can do better. Here's my writing Also, that video about Christina Pettersson by Nicole Davis, was incredibly good. Tell Davis to keep up the great work, it is much appreciated. "

now i play the waiting game. and with any luck soon i will be making the big bucks at artnet magazine.
Also, that video about Christina Pettersson really is quite nice, but there is no way to put a link to it. so, you will just have to take my word for it. or check out artnet's front page. or just not care because noone is actually reading this. Except of course for the poor schmo at artnet who has to read emails and is currently trying to figure out the quickest way to hunt me down, so as to brutally beat me with a garden hose for wasting precious artnet man hours. Aww dammit I should have asked for Nicole Davis' job as well. You never can be too thorough when job hunting.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

didactic 2

What do you mean didactic 2. you never posted didactic 1.... well uhh fuck whatever. anyways more on my attempt to understand the term. I have been informed the term can used as an insult, by implying that an art work is preachy. Or not an insult by describing an art work as instructive.
also i believe it can be used as a way to fill in the gaps in between other words used by art students
(ps.thanks man. you are the man, man. if anyone where the man. yeah)

I'm the Man. Fuck Yeeeahh!!!

I was taking my art history 1945- present midterm today and instead of answering the questions. I was thinking I should probably get a sex change(what i currently look like) and become a white male artist instead, since those were the only type of artists i was being tested on(hopefully or I failed some of those questions) ,so they must be the best.
Help me figure out what famous white male artists look I should go for with my new sex change. Oh by the way, I'm changing my name from Erin to Aron.

a. Jackson Pollock. artist's website He has that marlon Brando brutal charm that lets him look brilliant while hes puking on your shoe
b. julian Schnabel. artist's wiki is getting a little old now but he was totally vogue in the 80's
c. Vincent Van Gogh. artist's website he is fucking crazy. that is good for an artist right?
d. Mathew Barney. artist's website wait, why is this guy famous? I'm pretty sure he's just Bjork's arm candy. Then again that doesn't sound to bad.
e. Jeff Koons. artist's website didle dee deff. I think he carries a gun. or at least pays someone else to follow him around carrying the gun for him
f. Andy Warhol. artist's website'm not sure he even counts as white male artist. or if he counts as human at all. I think he may have been reptilian.

Shit, not only are all these guys super famous white male artists, but every single one of them works out of New York. Now I'm gonna have to move across country as well as change my sex and race just to become a super famous artist. I guess it could be worse. At least I'm not a philosophy major.

foundation art: line and shape

Coke! Pictures, Images and Photos what can you find within a line? religious ecstasy or physical subjugation? or is each inherent within the other?

rhetorical questions. Jackass..

i thought you could only write those in the comment boxes

Yah well apparently not you fucking jack-off. Apperently i can write to you wherever i fucking want.

Dude fuck off i don't have time for this shit im trying to study.


Monday, March 22, 2010

color field painting


Absolutely everything I will ever have to say about art deco



Unless it's Japanese

Saturday, March 20, 2010

found: love, artificial life

the hardest part is when your found emulating yourself. When you keep large parts of yourself hidden, process becomes circular. Parasitic elements start to look brilliant from a vantage point of ignorance, but the ugliness always surfaces with time.

it reeks of vaseline

then again, three great tastes that go great together
Tim Hawkinson Pictures, Images and Photos
vice magazine Pictures, Images and Photos