36 oranges
a small chair made of toothpicks
an easel
a pasta pot - this was in Italy, I got yelled at by gypsys.
Monday, December 6, 2010
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.
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.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
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.
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