Observations from a broken ankle

1) Having a broken ankle and having a broken heart are very similar. You hardly get out of bed, put on pants, eating (or getting food) is difficult and crying becomes part of the day.
2) Nothing is really on TV around noon - 1. Except Family Feud, which I am watching now. I guess Maury's on too which is always a confidence booster but also sometimes way too fucked up for daytime TV.
3) Fuck crutches, I'd rather hop.
4) OK I lost it at 4, actually I kind of lost it at 3. I really only started the list with numbers 1 and 2 in my head so I guess that's what happens. Plus I'm not good at finishing things. Although I somehow finished all my artwork with a broken ankle. And that shit is physical labor.
Anyway let's continue:

This is what my cast looks like:
okay that was a lie. This is what it looks like:
nahh but isn't that cute? that poor cat. At least we have something in common and that is this:
So I had to at least make a fashion statement. Also I forgot to mention that my doctor's name is John Ritter. Yes, like that actor from Three's Company who's dead. Let me also mention that Three's Company is actually a hilarious sitcom filled with ridiculous understandings and is mostly on TV Land at 3 am to 5 am. I know too much about TV listings now. Oops.

Oops on the broken ankle too.
I miss my longboard even though it was the culprit, I will forgive it for causing me to be a victim.
Let me also say that the EMTs that picked me up when this happened asked me if I remembered the lyrics to Sk8erboi.

I'm done with this.

List: Werid things I've walked down the steet with

36 oranges
a small chair made of toothpicks
an easel
a pasta pot - this was in Italy, I got yelled at by gypsys.

So

Whenever I feel I have something profound to say, I want to write it here. Then I get to the new post page and I've forgotten exactly what it was.

I think it was about love. I was in love once, but I don't think I really was. I think some chemicals went bad inside me and that love was the reaction. Warhol said something along the lines that love is when he chemicals inside you go bad and I really think he was right.

Also I really think that places of business (busyness) should turn their lights off when they're closed. I don't think people need to see the cars in the windows of a dealership at 4 am. No one's going to walk past like "I really want a car, I'll just look into this window and find one now and get it later." Last time I checked energy was an issue in this country. I'm going to start writing letters asking that they shut their lights off due to the unnecessary factors and waste of energy. America can be dumb like that. It can be a waste of energy.

On a completely different subject, I am going to take on a whole new philosophy about art. If someone doesn't like my art or says it doesn't say much they could be right but I don't think it matters because if I like my art and other people like my art for its surface value and not any other meaning they're trying to tack on to it that's great by me because I just make. There's thought that goes into it but it is only the visual thought I had in my head of it and not the profound meaning it's going to have, or accidentally going to have in most cases.

okay.

Some embroidered handmade paper

I am making this one without the All American too, I still haven't decided if I like it like this.
Cacti.
inspired by early Warhol drawings. Thanks Andy.

The paper was made on a field trip last year to a papermaking studio somewhere outside of boston, I don't remember exactly where but it was great.

Also I want to point out how absolutely unprofessional this blog is. I should make a real website. oh well.

This is what I do

Once a day, everyday, 2010 1 inch sculptures, in progress.

Oh Oh Oops, 2010 Collage

Awful pictures but the only ones I have for now
Misssissippi Liquor/Pawn, 2009 Etching/Chene Colle


Fire Hydrant Triptych: Aquatint, 2009
Fire Hydrants: Plaster casts, 2009


Opposable, 2009: plaster, tacks, various casts of human thumbs.


So there's some of it. More coming.

yea

Its not like its bad
Its not.
It’s really not that bad
But it is
Kind of disgusting
It’s not in a rotting way
Or maybe it is
It is.

this blog will now be an art blog from this point on.
here we go.