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.

to ad for 250

It all makes sense because it never make sense
hypochondriac.
hypochandrea.
Look at me.
Don't look at me.
I broke a mirror.
I broke a camera.
Just like the dried roses in the basement.

DID YOU JUST SAY THAT?

DID YOU JUST SAY THAT?

So hey

here it goes and it goes and it goes and it goes. I really do this we made this whole thing up for entrainment and dramatic value. what is this life anyway. eh whatever. I'm going to sleep so much for expressing my thoughts in blog form.

sunday

It' sunday morning.
Friday night's litter is crushed on the sidewalk.
The Happy Birthday Princess ! balloon is down the street
At least what is left of it that is
Okay i wanted to write this poem on sunday morning it would have been better
but now its tuesday and I hardly remember the weekend. I just remember walking home was like an indie film set in the lovely allston village, which is an indie film in itself.
so it's not sunday morning, it's tuesday and I couldn't get that poem to rhyme.

my mother told me that if i leave the hair dryer on i'll die in an electrical fire

apparently 3 and a half hours is as long as my hangover can take to hit me. wake up, 3 and a half hours later, 5 swim lessons later is when it happens. I felt fine. I taught those kids how to glide. we did jumps, we did kicks. I felt fine. I needed to continue my day this way. Eating was a bad idea. I should have stopped with the egg in a frame. I should have stopped drinking all that yerba mate latte. 15 antioxidants you'd think it could fix a hangover. God, what did I do last night. My body is taking revenge. It knows it had a great time. I felt fine.

gossip

girls talking about boys
boys talking about girls
girls talking about boys talking about girls
boys talking about girls talking about boys
girls talking about girls talking about boys
boys talking about boys talking about girls
girls talking about boys talking about boys
boys talking about girls talking about girls