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January 11, 2010 1:56 AM / more relocationsthese are also getting tons of spam every day
there. deleting the old urls.
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December 26, 2009 1:36 PM / glued togetherhere are the images from the entries that i had to delete because they got broken by spam. sorry person who knows about some wow gold in wow and person who likes to post very long strings of the word 'fuck', you must now find a new playground :).
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December 6, 2009 3:02 AM /
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November 29, 2009 12:36 PM / taking heed just for you |
November 25, 2009 4:00 AM / one life stand
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November 22, 2009 2:03 PM / to tell the truth i saw it coming |
November 22, 2009 2:02 PM / the way |
November 22, 2009 2:01 PM / you were breathing |
November 22, 2009 2:00 PM / but nothing can prepare you for it, the voice |
April 21, 2008 8:40 PM / try to spring it on you when i feel good |
April 6, 2008 7:50 PM / i like you so hard you come out different every time |
April 6, 2008 7:48 PM / i want you so bad i ate meat to impress you |
April 6, 2008 7:47 PM / i want you so much i broke my camera |
April 6, 2008 7:45 PM / i want you even more than zach german |
November 26, 2007 8:35 PM / yup |
November 4, 2007 1:17 AM / summer 2007
it's november again, cold again. time for another big art project like the 62 drawings i did last november. i'll be inside, working working working. and around christmas, time to take my works round to galleries. no excuses. in other news, Dov Charney's a pretty awesome dude. he's been around my store a lot lately.
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September 11, 2007 3:19 AM / no doubt |
August 26, 2007 5:56 PM / shout |
August 23, 2007 1:19 PM / paper planes |
August 13, 2007 1:15 AM / sunshinedon't worry, no one bought that poster. i just had to make sure. so i have 2 new goals for the summer this one is for the 21st St house in San Francisco
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July 23, 2007 5:54 AM / editions on pause
mustmustmustmustmustmustmustmustmustmustmustmustmustmustmustmustmustmustmustmustmustmust
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June 4, 2007 6:35 PM / cocky in a box
Bring Me the Boy's Stash
edition on purpose 0002
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May 9, 2007 12:17 AM / dreamt about you last nite fell out of bed twice |
April 28, 2007 10:10 PM / for Dennis
there is James Lyons: i always really, really wanted to meet him. there were so many things i wanted to ask him about cutting Todd Haynes' films, especially Velvet Goldmine. and i wanted to ask him about all his own favorite movies. but is James Lyons my dead? naw, i can't claim him. so about 'my dead', i wasn't sure what to say . 'i don't have any dead' sounds preposterous and most people would misunderstand that sentence, like i've never known someone who's died. 'my dead don't exist' is confusing and weirdly sci-fi. 'my dead are still alive' avoids the question. but 'my dead are not born yet': that sums it up for me. to be clear about my dead not being born yet, assuredly, i don't mean that my dead are what some call 'the unborn'. my dead haven't yet been [biologically] conceived either. but if i say 'my dead have not yet been conceived', 'conceived' sounds like 'imagined' or similar. when i imagine my dead, i think of the far future. i think probably of people who will be born after i die. and when those people eventually die, they will somehow impact me enormously. from the bottom of my arm, my patient nooses and tears dangle in anticipation.
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April 22, 2007 9:37 AM / wasn't going noplace anyways |
April 16, 2007 9:29 PM / zap
still, i can't wait to try, say, red ink in the Rapidographs. first i have to use up an awful lot of black ink, though [or go buy some more Rapidographs]. when you've got nice paper, Rapidographs are badass for sure. the drawing is a cut-out; i scanned it against a purple Pendaflex folder. and this drawing is for my friend Todd in Portland.
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April 11, 2007 5:30 PM / Another dream but always you
one cool thing about spending more time with this one though, i feel like i took the time to learn more about color, which is one of my biggest weaknesses and something i really want to conquer. but now i'm ready to do something else. i just got some Rapidograph pens for the first time ever and i can't wait to do a single-color, straight-up line drawing.
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March 12, 2007 6:30 AM / i don't want a lover i just want to be seen in the back of your car
i wish i had more time to draw right now, but my dayjob is eating too too much of my time...
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March 5, 2007 3:05 AM / on purpose 01 |
February 27, 2007 6:56 PM / reign |
February 23, 2007 2:31 PM / better |
February 23, 2007 2:49 AM / x |
February 21, 2007 2:02 AM / well mine is still bigger than Matthew Barney's |
February 19, 2007 12:46 PM / or clever |
February 14, 2007 10:23 PM / Soma drought 04 |
February 14, 2007 10:00 PM / to EU
Between Us is for Mizu, the illustrious author of Ewig + Drei Tage. i told her i wanted to make her a drawing, and i said she could pick the colors and/or theme if she so desired, but she asked for a complete surprise. so, here it is. i drew it from a photograph i took of 2 boys i had sex with [on separate occasions]. large --> [1000x704 / 0.4MB]
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February 5, 2007 12:39 AM / looking for the mapso, like i said awhile back, when i was in 5th grade in an L.A. suburb, my classmates and i were instructed to render a copy of Kandinsky's 1911 painting Lyrical, as part of what i guess you would call 'art appreciation'. we were told to make our copies as close as possible; the best would win a prize. me and this dude named Craig tied for the prize, whatever it was. years later my parents ended up framing my drawing, and i had to wait awhile to mention to them that it was a copy of a famous painting. i didn't want them to feel dumb or anything. the framed drawing is still on a wall in the house where i spent my teenage years. i snapped it when i was in L.A. for Christmas. the drawing is ok for having been done by a 5th grader. i remember the verdict in class was that i matched Kandinsky's lines most closely and Craig matched the colors most closely. to this day i know jackshit about color. i don't remember Craig's lines. so here they are
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February 3, 2007 2:42 AM / triangles for the deadi went to see Patti Smith at the Bowery Ballroom on her birthday in 2002. unexpectedly she covered Pale Blue Eyes by The Velvet Underground. i ended up passing out during it actually, right before my favorite line, from all the tobacco smoke around me, but anyway. right before playing Pale Blue Eyes, Patti Smith said, 'this is a request... but not from anybody in particular.' brilliant hotshit stage banter, i thought. i didn't feel like it meant anything though; there was just this pleasure of hearing those sexy words. now this so i do have that image on hand, from the official Keith Haring biography by John Gruen. [the book is incredible- intimate and filled with Haring's art, and it's supercheap on sites like Amazon.]
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January 27, 2007 2:49 AM / Guardians |
January 24, 2007 1:44 AM / 1mm-track mind
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January 21, 2007 5:00 AM / at least you'll know where to put it |
January 17, 2007 1:52 PM / and this isn't it either |
January 10, 2007 11:48 PM / do you write with blue or black ink
large [1200x814 / 1.1MB] -->
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January 9, 2007 12:30 AM / City of plenty 03
there's not much going on in this drawing except a simple spirit of celebration, but i drew it in a really perfect moment. the Vapor Room is an intensely special place- the 'sheltering sky', if you will. i always feel protected there, comfortable on their orange couches. so yeah, i did the drawing in about 30 minutes and i'm fond of it and i gave it away. it was the first drawing i did in 2007 at all, actually. i'm happy about the whole thing. and Keenan is a Killer K. he could probably poke holes in the sky.
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January 8, 2007 5:28 AM / pretend you never went to school
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December 25, 2006 1:06 PM / Patron Saint 01 |
December 10, 2006 3:48 AM / the beautiful face of discomfort
Top: Kermit Oswald 1981. The photo is from his own collection, but I don't know who snapped it. Kermit was Keith Haring's best friend throughout his childhood, and when Keith was briefly studying commercial art at a now-defunct art school in Pittsburgh, Kermit organized a carful of Keith's friends to all go visit him as a surprise, in conjunction with some art thing Keith was doing there at the time. Kermit was surprised by how much this touched Keith, his major impression of the experience being that Keith Haring, the artist, was 'obviously on his way'. Kermit saw the edges of a star expanding fast, fusing light. He also remembers that Keith tried to talk to him, but something stalled and failed. He remembers being embarrassed without understanding why. ^that's interpretive, some of it. K+K were of course best friends; the Pittsburgh carful happened; the 'obviously' quote is real. The remainder =how I read one of the memories Kermit shares in Keith Haring's official biography [1991], a book composed of quotes from Haring and people who knew him [family, friends, boyfriends, artists, musicians, Timothy Leary, etc]. Kermit Oswald has a few long passages. I find myself absolutely stuck on his story. different scene from Kermit, in his own words [emphases mine]; When Keith and I graduated from high school, Keith went off to Pittsburgh, and I enrolled at the Kutztown State Teachers College, which is now called Kutztown State University. [...] Now: not to say that a single thing Keith H ever said to Kermit about loving Kermit's art was disingenuous. Not to say that at all. Keith was probably the biggest fan of Kermit Oswald's art who ever lived [for those familiar with another discourse, we might say Keith Haring : Kermit Oswald :: Morrissey : Linder Sterling]. And, certainly, Kermit makes his art sound completely prophetic for 1977. Just reading his descriptions of his work, you can tell Kermit Oswald is a fantastic rhetorician/bullshitter, or he is a genius that hardly anyone ever knew because he thought, quote, 'you can't really go after art; it's more like it wants you.' Still, Kermit eventually did get a workspace one day, a place in Nyc where he could paint, and like I said before, he ended up doing a whole bunch of paintings of trees that apparently no one found even the slightest bit interesting, because I've never been able to learn anything about them other than the fact that they exist[ed?]. I'd really love to see them.
Even though Keith and I were separated and doing our different things, we still kept up our friendship. In fact, he'd come back from Pittsburgh and so we'd be in contact every thirty or forty days. And, we were always writing to each other. I mean I have these really beautiful letters from Keith and these incredible drawings that he'd send me. The letters didn't make sense, somehow, because I wasn't aware of the gay issue... all of a sudden this guy I've been spending my whole childhood with turns around and has an attraction for me. Yeah. First of all, what I would give to read those letters and see those drawings. Wow. And yeah second, you probably don't become a major artist if people think you had sex with Keith Haring and this is somehow a problem for you. Rushing to point out that you did everything 'but' that is... 'what it is'? Is that actually a helpful way to think about it, 'it is what it is'? Maybe Kermit is right when he says that art has to claim you, and not the other way around, but I think he is talking only about himself. of course anyway, yeah. discomfort Has
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December 7, 2006 12:30 AM / we move the pages before they can move us
we're relatively close to the stage, maybe 5 rows back. when Michael Stipe first appears, he looks like he's wearing about 2 layers of clothing, max, like maybe 2 t-shirts with a pair of jeans. throughout the concert, swear to fucking god, he must take off like 10 different tops. he never looks like he's wearing more than 1 or 2 shirts at any time, but they keep coming off and keep coming off. his arms get totally bare and he starts to flex, blinking at his Krazy Kat tattoo. still, from someplace, the shirts keep coming off. he never gets down to a bare chest, never runs out of shirts. Michael Stipe is, at that point, the most desirable thing i have ever seen. an animal so beautiful, i don't realize it's eating me. the title for this drawing comes from one of my favorite R.E.M. songs, Green Grow the Rushes. mp3 maybe tomorrow.
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December 6, 2006 10:27 PM / i'm writing this to say in a gentle way, Thank You but No
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December 6, 2006 10:24 PM / videogame study 02: Humiliated
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December 6, 2006 10:22 PM / videogame study 01: Select a Character
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December 6, 2006 10:18 PM / he doesn't understand and he doesn't try |
December 6, 2006 10:11 PM / what it would look like |
December 5, 2006 4:50 PM / '...' = 'filled with happiness'
I own Taschen's softcover 1994 Wassily Kandinsky book because Kandinsky's art was the first art I ever pointed to in a museum and said I liked it. This happened at LACMA when I was I guess about five or six. Later, when I was in fifth grade, in a bizarre school project that was part of some program called 'Art Docents' that made absolutely no sense, my classmates and I were instructed to render a copy of Kandinsky's 1911 painting of a running horse, entitled Lyrical. There was, for some reason, a contest involved, with a prize or something for the closest copy. A poster-size print of the painting was stuck on the blackboard, and we were all given some rough-textured paper and pastels. We all tried to make as close a copy of the painting as possible, and in the end, the class and teacher and visiting 'Art Docent' decided that I'd come closest to copying the lines, and this dude Eric [who was smart, attractive, and i think gay /edit: and i just remembered his name was Craig, not Eric] had come closest to copying the colors. We both got some kind of prize. Maybe just recognition actually. I remember standing at the front of the class with [Craig], holding up our horse drawings. I was actually very into horses at the time, and within a couple years, I would [briefly] own a horse. I brought the drawing home, and I know I explained the whole business of the contest to my parents at the time, because I thought it was an absolutely ridiculous way to teach art and I hadn't even enjoyed doing it. Somehow, though, they forgot or weren't listening or whatever, and they were so impressed with this impressionistic drawing of a racing horse that they _framed_ it. It was only after it had been hanging framed for at least a few years that I finally had the chance to bring it up and explain it to them that it was a copy of a famous painting. I swear to god, this is all true. I think the framed drawing is still in my father's office someplace. I'm going to check when I'm in California this Christmas. I got the Taschen Kandinsky book for Christmas in 1994, after having been reminded of Kandinsky by the film Six Degrees of Separation, which includes a long, hilarious nonsense treatise on the paintings of Kandinsky and The Catcher in the Rye. In it, Donald Sutherland plays a Manhattan aristocrat obsessed with art, who rants, 'Kandinsky left areas of his canvas blank, if he had nothing to paint on them, rather than have imperfection.' [What else you need to know about the film: while very passionate about something or other, it has nothing to say about art. Will Smith, who reveals himself to be kinda shitty at playing queer in the first place, has a stunt double kiss Anthony Michael Hall because he was thinking, quote [Entertainment Weekly], 'What are my boys in Philly gonna say about this?' His character is a con man who claims to be the son of Sidney Poitier.] Kandinsky left blank space at the apparent risk of imperfection? Blank canvas is perfect? You would think this meant Kandinsky left giant open spaces on his canvases. Kandinksy's canvases actually tend to be- i dunno, pretty full so far as canvases go? Of course Kandinsky uses what's called 'negative space', but not more than any other random artist. It's such a bizarre moment in that film. Everything the movie says about The Catcher in the Rye is similarly daft. At the end of the film, Will Smith supposedly hangs himself with a pink shirt. 'That burst of color,' Stockard Channing tears. Whatever. In the fucking meantime? Hello Prophet --> [let's talk about the artist]
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December 2, 2006 3:33 PM / your feet are going to be in the ground with the rest of you
The things that confuse most people have never confused me. Who I want to fuck? Myself as Robert Mapplethorpe, forever. What happens to us after we die? We flop back onto the world as one instead of many. The things that confound me are tiny and specific: numbers, flames, pieces of hair. I wouldn't really say I've chosen those confusions, but I've always found them easier than enormous things like creation. It is easier to have a clear picture of creation in your mind, I always thought, than of a fire. Last night, though, sitting on the edge of my bed in my first track jacket [red of course], I experienced my first spiritual crisis while looking at a pretty small cross-section of delivery menus from my neighborhood. It was one of the most ecstatic things I have ever felt in my life. Now I get why people like to be confused about giant things like why we are here; how: the slip never ends? Freefall surely isn't the only freedom, but it must be in the top 3. When I was growing up, I was never a particularly churchy person because my parents only ever took me to one [obviously not unusual], La Cañada Presbyterian. Kevin Costner and his family also went[/go?] there. The place is preppy, fake, and boring to the max. I loathed being ordered to dress up. Too many people in the congregation had had plastic surgery[*], and the entire sight was just kind of sickening and scary to me. The church was located across from the only place I ever remember seeing a cigarette machine, a chain restaurant called Conrad's in a strip mall that also held a Vons market, Baskin Robbins ice cream, and my mom's favorite drycleaner. I remember what bugged me most about church, starting from when I was little and through high school [after which i kind of forgot that people even go to church], was the idea that the world had been created for humans. I found it arrogant, and also for some reason, a lot of people used this idea to justify the idea of eating meat to me, or even to instruct me to eat meat [including, repeatedly, i shit you not, the extremely conservative Christian math teacher i had throughout most of high school]. When I think about the idea of a human-centric world now, the idea of 'meat' just has nothing to do with it. I'm sort of fascinated by the fact that these concepts were even connected in the minds of so many people I knew. So, last night. I was ever so slightly drugged and sitting on the edge of my bed with maybe like 4 or 5 menus in my hand [we probably have about 40 from restaurants that will deliver here], trying to think of what I wanted to eat, and I got extreme vertigo, and I fell, not over physically, but just fell, dropped out. It was like being a ghost and walking through the papers that were in my hands in front of me. It felt so amazing. I don't know how long it happened. It wasn't instantaneous, and it didn't last longer than 15 minutes, but it could have been a few minutes or a couple seconds, I don't know. I was realizing that there were god, what?, over 500 [vegetarian] dishes that I could order and have brought to me? And suddenly I considered that if the world was created for humans to use? That is actually the humblest way to possibly think of it. If the world was not created for us, we absolutely took it anyway and we are going to use it right up. How. Fucking um oh For the first time I read the introduction to The Thief's Journal in the original French. The Grove translations of Genet's books are all loveably awkward [lots of 'i buggered him' and 'we were buggering together'... i expect to see new ones sometime in my lifetime]. The translations of Sartre's introductions are also slightly off. The idea at the end of the introduction to The Thief's Journal more or less makes it through, though: basically, every person's greatest secret is that s/he is exactly the same as you. This is totally distinct from the idea that 'we are all the same', which is how a lot of people misread the introduction. What Sartre is pointing to is the bigness and darkness of the secret, and the possibility of endless twins and mirrors. S/he is the same as you, s/he is the same as Jean Genet, and you are the same as Jean Genet, but the three are not the same. There are secret endless twins, but no triplets. I guess I'd phrase it: what no one will ever reveal to you, specifically, is that s/he is exactly the same as you, specifically. It took me a long time to put my head back on after I read that. As far as I am concerned, there is hardly anywhere to go from there except to blood and bleach and out. It was months before I even started the actual book. If that is our enormous and unlit, well, a smaller wink belongs to you and me
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November 30, 2006 11:59 PM / optimistic
like every other thing in the world, it's meant to speak for itself, and like every other thing in the world, it has a context too massive to even begin describing. i guess what you need to know, if you don't know these things [about me] already, is: pop music has saved my life ten zillion times. so has pop art. one time i was working in a job i really hated, in a place where i didn't want to be, inside a narrow stairwell, sweaty, carrying an armload of giant textbooks up 14 flights of stairs. [the elevator was broken.] somewhere in the building there was a tinny radio, and i heard Thom Yorke's voice. 'the best you can is good enough.' for a long time i wanted to write a book called Good for the Dead. maybe i will still write it. the title comes from a... dream, visionary truth, whateverthefuck. a slogan that carved itself a home inside my mind: Art Is Only Good for the Dead. as usual, it turns out that the universe is so much simpler. this isn't to say it makes it kinder or easier. it's just simpler. i mean, right? -->
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November 30, 2006 11:30 PM / flip backwards looks something like 'pilf' |
November 30, 2006 11:20 PM / well it does |
November 30, 2006 11:15 PM / me and the major
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November 30, 2006 11:11 PM / he knows there's something missing and he knows it's you; and i |
November 27, 2006 5:50 PM / what it means to build a machine
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November 27, 2006 5:46 PM / i'm so fucking straight sometimes
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November 27, 2006 5:38 PM / Greyhound fantasy 01
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November 22, 2006 3:47 AM / Patriot acts 05
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November 22, 2006 3:34 AM / i'm a girl and you're a boy |
November 22, 2006 3:27 AM / all your life you're dreaming; then you stop dreamingdamn. it just dawned on me that i really have no fucking idea how i'm going to finish 100 drawings in November. in about 9 hours from this moment, my beloved boyfriend and i are boarding a Greyhound bus to spend Thanksgiving weekend with his relatives. they're not the type of people that i can draw trippy porno drawings in view of, plus more importantly, i think we have a bunch of sightseeing-type activities planned. plus i still gotta do my dayjob through all of Thanskgiving weekend. prospects for art are not looking exceptional... but still. i really really really really want to do this. i really really really want to do 100 drawings in November. i'm tremendously behind, but for the moment, here are three recent ones. -
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November 19, 2006 10:53 PM / November spawned a monster16 computer wallpapers / larger versions of my drawings: pleasureiseasy.info/free_art
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November 15, 2006 11:59 PM / hot
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November 15, 2006 11:57 PM / Soma drought 03 |
November 15, 2006 11:55 PM / Soma drought 02 |
November 15, 2006 11:53 PM / Soma drought 01 |
November 15, 2006 11:51 PM / cometsfirst try at color and fields on big paper... i have a lot to learn, obviously, but it came out alright. in the rest of the drawings today, the Big Halfway Day!, i tried to do better stuff with color. not so much fields though.
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November 15, 2006 12:41 PM / They Are 45 |
November 14, 2006 5:41 PM / the one on the left is totally thinking about Michael Stipe |
November 14, 2006 8:48 AM / sometimes i like to save part for myself
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November 14, 2006 6:16 AM / now look here |
November 14, 2006 6:14 AM / He said, Return the ring |
November 14, 2006 6:11 AM / class in how not to matter starts in 5
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November 11, 2006 5:34 AM / pledge til you drop |
November 11, 2006 5:30 AM / pansy locate |
November 11, 2006 5:26 AM / circonflexe |
November 11, 2006 5:22 AM / scratch my name |
November 11, 2006 5:08 AM / be mindful
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November 11, 2006 5:05 AM / they should know they started it |
November 11, 2006 5:01 AM / i'm sure they like you more than you think |
November 11, 2006 4:59 AM / no big deal |
November 11, 2006 4:56 AM / i'll take 808 |
November 11, 2006 4:52 AM / sky high
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November 11, 2006 4:47 AM / ten times half the fun |
November 11, 2006 4:42 AM / diamond pigs
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November 11, 2006 4:40 AM / could would and did |
November 11, 2006 4:39 AM / representi realized i would never catch up on my drawings unless i did a whole bunch of simpler ones on 1 day. these are basically studies for later, bigger works. they're finished as drawings and everything, but i don't plan to title them. basically these are the symbols from some other world that i can visualize when i'm extremely spaced out. it's a world i want to draw for a lot of reasons, one of which is that i think it would turn out cool. i don't know how to draw the people/residents of the world yet. drawing their symbols is simpler. in the world where these signs exist, their relative complexity is something like: more complicated than a letter of the alphabet; less complicated than a family crest. these are the kinds of things that are on t-shirts, soda cups, billboards, signs, labels, buttons, etc. soup cans. yougetit. on all of these drawings, the words below it aren't the title, but instead the place where i imagined seeing this sign. also i'm not sure if another 'world' is the proper term; it could just be another city or something like that. i'm not sure yet. here we go
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November 8, 2006 1:03 AM / interchangeable bus |
November 8, 2006 12:29 AM / venture capitalist
also deviantart.com can blow me
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November 7, 2006 11:59 PM / Patriot acts 04
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November 7, 2006 11:58 PM / Patriot acts 03
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November 7, 2006 11:57 PM / Patriot acts 02
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November 7, 2006 11:56 PM / Patriot acts 01
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November 7, 2006 8:08 PM / the rainbow connexion
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November 7, 2006 7:47 PM / seems harmless enough
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November 7, 2006 7:37 PM / because i should attend some meetings fluently |
November 7, 2006 7:24 PM / odd-me-dod news-greedy
and what kind of weird faggoty shit is Mario's FIREFLOWER, anyway? something straight out of Genet.
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November 7, 2006 12:00 AM / I don't vote to feel good and neither should you.
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November 6, 2006 6:38 AM / and i always find it strange when people say 'oh, he used to' when he still does
for me it's also in the same basic genre as Shoplifting. i want to do more drawings about... that kind of uneasy, yet unabashed, reaching out... ?
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November 6, 2006 6:29 AM / i can't overstress how poorly constructed this make-your-own-stamp apparatus is, seriouslyi mean for sure: why write something down in 5 seconds when you could spend 2+ hours making a stamp of the same phrase?
Detail -->
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November 6, 2006 6:27 AM / rememberwhen
it was pretty startling to go through my Haring books and find only 1 decent Radiant Baby. but sure, of course. for a time, that image was so ubiquitous that yeah: who would want to see it in a Haring book? it was Absolutely Everywhere: the street, the museum, and bootlegged Japanese t-shirts. to me the Radiant Baby will always be yellow, but i didn't want to recolor the scan using my computer. i think Keith H must have drawn them in pretty much every color he ever used. it remains his major symbol, and it was the second tag he originated after the laughing/dancing dog dude. talking about the Radiant Baby in his official biography, Keith H says it started out as a cartoon drawing of 'a person down on their hands and knees' and it developed into a baby. to do Radiant Baby 2006, i basically thought: Radiant Baby's about 25 now, so what does s/he look like? for me, probably Radiant Baby is a he, and he's living in New York still, and in fact, he's back on the streets again because the Pop Shop has closed. he's thinking about all the countries he hasn't visited yet, and he's wondering if he'll ever get there. at the moment, he's a little bit desperate, and he's doing something naughty for money. if you ask him to pick a number any number, he will pick the number 5. he trusts in the lines around him; he always has and he always will. he thinks about the subway like it's one enormous cock.
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November 6, 2006 6:26 AM / even radiant babies grow up
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November 6, 2006 6:22 AM / fork
back to New York, my immediate context. i was on the subway and i overheard this gay dude talking to a female friend about how he wants to be able to legally marry his boyfriend _because he wants to have a wedding cake_. i was flabbergasted. i could barely think of a dumber reason to want to get married. it also got me thinking about how Nyc is a big slice town. slices of pizza, slices of cake- so much takeout comes in slices. in L.A., by contrast, and San Francisco too, it's much more about wraps and burritos.
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November 6, 2006 6:16 AM / kidsafe
then i drew this. i have no idea what to make of it.
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November 6, 2006 6:10 AM / til you came with the key
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November 6, 2006 6:02 AM / viva hate
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November 6, 2006 5:59 AM / Christmas |
November 6, 2006 5:41 AM / this drawing started as really faggoty Cremaster fan artbut fortunately it went elsewhere. to Barking/Dagenham actually.
edit: also, i just noticed, this is apparently my entry in the genre of 'Suede single cover'. Brett Anderson need anything these days?
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November 6, 2006 5:34 AM / i know what you're doing here so come on
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November 6, 2006 5:25 AM / i wanted to draw penetration
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November 6, 2006 5:12 AM / majority of 1
i'm attracted to this... democracy?, or whatever, of line, where it's all one thickness, all one color, and the fields/shapes all bleed into one another [which isn't conducive to coloring them in]. at the same time i'm totally attracted to the idea of pleasing an audience, 'my audience'. another kind of democracy?, or whatever. basically i plan to keep doing 1-color drawings and 2-color drawings and many-color drawings and so on. the 1-color drawings are the ones that are most 'for me'. my personal favorites so far are Shoplifting and First Off the Boat.
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November 6, 2006 5:08 AM / a better drawing using dayglo |
November 6, 2006 4:46 AM / i want the one i can't have
one destination that appears almost totally inaccessible to me is London. surely, maybe my feelings are totally unfounded. but to me, the apparent expense of that place looms enormous. i mean, holy fuck, just tube fare! i read it on the website!! they don't call Britain 'treasure island' for nothing, right. American kids i know who've gone to London generally report: 'things cost about twice as much.' so, whether any of it is true or not, London appears as this very romantic destination in my mind. and i have a few London obsessions. one is the entire Barking/Dagenham area, especially the Becontree estates. i decided i want to draw boys- well, people- but to start, basically these weird mutant prettyboys i've been drawing because they keep me interested- i want to draw these boys fucking in the Barking/Dagenham area. or just being sexual or whatever. so these next drawings are of boys in Barking+Dagenham, maybe at Becontree. the drawings themselves have no particular indicators of this locale, except in this first drawing above, the building is some Barking housing office that was one of the first Google image hits for 'Barking'. but that idea is where these next few drawings came from. oh, and a previous drawing as well, It's Nice to Be Wanted.
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November 6, 2006 4:40 AM / there's something really canonical about blue ink
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November 6, 2006 4:26 AM / we all want some kinda love
i'm drawing in an 8x8" and the 11x14" sketchbook. with the way i resize images to put them online, the two sizes end up looking close to the same size, which is cool. but in real life, the square ones are a lot smaller than the rectangular ones, and that's why the square ones are so much simpler. on the one above, i used watercolor pencils for the first time. they were the most interesting thing i could find at Staples tonight, w/ all the art supply stores closed already. i actually have this kind of in-built prejudice against watercolors, i'm not sure why. but i thought it would be cool to experiment with watercolor pencils and it ended up being pretty fun. right now it's early morning on the 6th. i think i have about 16 drawings to post. i've done a few more than that total, but some ended up being too personal to share, which was a really novel experience. usually i share everything. so here we go for this set. also keep in mind; the smaller square drawings are scanned, the bigger rectangular drawings are photographed; scanning looks better
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November 5, 2006 5:15 PM / tease
like several of my recent drawings, including the one you can kinda see behind this one, this drawing is unfinished because i don't have the colors i want. it's 5:30pm on a Sunday and i just realized basically every art supply store in the city has already closed. fuck. i'm going to walk over to Staples, as they're open til 7pm, and see if i can find anything approximating the light yellow and orange brush markers that i had in mind. i'm finally pretty close to caught up on the drawings. today being the 5th, i should have about 16 done, and if i can get hold of the proper colors tonight, i should have about that many finished... if i can't find the right colors to finish the ones i've done, i'll try to do enough others tonight. like little simple ones or something. 100 drawings in a month is actually a totally lofty goal. i mean, that is to say, i find it difficult. scanning party late tonite! get ready to see lots of mutant boys fucking!
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October 31, 2006 10:37 PM / all night all night |
October 31, 2006 10:33 PM / if the Statue of Liberty... not sure how to finish that |
October 31, 2006 10:26 PM / you can call me mom
this is 1mm German marker, orange; nuthin else.
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October 31, 2006 10:10 PM / i edit diversity essays all day every day
i used German markers and ultrafine Sharpies on this one. this is my first drawing with a human-animal hybrid, and i would like to draw a lot more hybrids like that in the future. also, i think this is the first one of my drawings to make my suture fetish look kinda sporty, like stitching on a baseball or football or something. hmmm. never thought of footballs and baseballs in that Frankenstein-type context before.
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October 31, 2006 9:46 PM / doctor in the house
i dunno if i'm going to write a novel in November, now. this visual art project seems to be, uhhhn, writing itself? unveiling itself? i cannot remember the last time i felt so compelled to create something every day, seriously. anyway, i'm not sure whether i want to write a novel in November _too_, or whether i just want to give most-to-all of my creative energy to visual art right now. hmmmm... in the drawing above, i drew lines with fountain pen for the first time. the filled-in black is also fountain pen calligraphy ink, same as the rest of the black in the drawing, and the pink is some kind of special ink that is for technical pens and airbrushing, but _not fountain pens_. i tried using it in a fountain pen and, yeah, it did not work. so, lacking technical pens and lacking+much-disliking airbrushing, i dropped some of the pink ink onto this drawing using an eyedropper. i think the ink is made by some dude named Dr Martin, presumably not the same Dr Martin of the popular English boots. the particular color is called 'Sunset Pink'. i believe Innoc is what you call a 'compromised work'. yeah... i'm just so startled by drawing; i have no trouble exhibiting drawn works of mine that i find imperfect/daft/whatever. I Am Grateful. drawing Innoc i thought: what could be more terrifying than totally nonsense graduations on a syringe? that's more or less what i was thinking about while i was drawing it. i had a vague desire, also, to make it look like an illustration from another era, but i don't think that comes across in the finished drawing.
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October 31, 2006 9:37 PM / rawr
so ok: this drawing. day-glo ink has a long tradition of being used in future-primitive type art, so i wanted to mess around with it while exploring stuff with color. i used highlighters on this one, and as you can see, i had a pretty hard time drawing with them- sloppy stuff. also, when i first started drawing, i got this absurd idea in my head that i wanted to draw dinosaurs. i mean, why? i need photographic reference to draw most things, so fucking hell, why dinosaurs? maybe it's a project for later in life or something, but this particular dinosaur drawing, to me, says: Illustrious Future Ahead In Designing Trapper Keepers. yeah, so. dinosaurs are not actually a muse, i don't think. not right now anyway.
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October 29, 2006 12:24 AM / and now for something completely differentThen I wanted to do something more like painting with a pen: starting with simple color and making fields. Keith Haring wrote in his journals about having these really intense experiences painting with red and black ink on paper in New York City. Yeah, I dig. On this one, I used red and black ink with the fountain pen, and with the shapes, I started on the inside and worked out to make outlines, instead of drawing borders for the shapes first, which is what I usually do. The tablet is too big to fit in my scanner. The photo came out a bit blurry.
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October 29, 2006 12:16 AM / reason is treasoni'm pretty sure that my art is fundamentally a line art, but i felt like experimenting with some fields of color today. since i basically don't know what i'm doing with ref to fields and color, i first wanted to make a super-'safe' place to paint fields, so i stuck [1] two of Keith Haring's dudes and [2] a quick impressionistic drawing of parts of Brooklyn on the page. then i made colored fields using a fountain pen and turquoise ink. holy shit people, _fountain pens_. they're amazing! oh, yeah, so far as i know, Keith Haring never actually drew any of his figures with a +. that's my addition.
title from the literal English translation of the German title of the film aka Wings of Desire: Der Himmel Über Berlin, or The Sky Over Berlin
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October 29, 2006 12:11 AM / some ancient all-knowing bird or something
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October 29, 2006 12:04 AM / these boys fucking hate Panic at the Disco
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October 29, 2006 12:00 AM / i drew this last night watching late-period M*A*S*H
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October 27, 2006 4:44 PM / welcome to redhead city, spread your legs
-- second experiment with the manga pens and different line thickness. this time i used all 3 black markers from the manga set. for the colors i used a couple of the German 1mm markers, some brush markers, and the lightest gray manga marker. and the red hair is the red markup pen again. that's all for now. see you when i can get on the computer again. if i owe you an email, again, i promise i will get to it as soon as i get my laptop back, if not sooner... my webmail client is fucked up and it's not very convenient to set up my POP3 account/etc on other people's computers... so i have several days of email that i haven't even read.
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October 27, 2006 4:36 PM / For Todd H
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October 27, 2006 4:32 PM / i'm in the middle of out
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October 27, 2006 4:30 PM / like i keep telling you: art is only good for the dead |
October 27, 2006 4:17 PM / some men here, they know the full extent of your distress
-- when i got done with it, it seemed proper to cut off the pieces that weren't part of the overall shape of the drawing. i had to crank up the contrast like crazy to get a viewable image of it. skinny lilac lines on white paper don't photograph easily. in real life, the wall isn't nearly so yellow.
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October 27, 2006 4:12 PM / top of head= grandest shit always
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October 27, 2006 4:09 PM / if green could yell
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October 27, 2006 4:01 PM / oh look at how they laugh at you now
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October 27, 2006 3:39 PM / where were we?
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October 25, 2006 1:56 PM / he casts the most incredible silhouette ever |
October 25, 2006 12:51 PM / babe at 13 anos
-- Ollie has a skyline behind his head [top left] and radiant countries on his shirt because he's lived so many places. this is the first drawing i did with a 'Uniball Vision' pen. it's a writing pen. fine-tip.
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October 25, 2006 10:42 AM / Happy birthday to someone I've never met
-- this is my first drawing with Sharpie- the 'ultra fine point' kind, of which i bought 24 in assorted colors yesterday for under $1 apiece. bizarrely, the colors have no names or numbers! i wanted numbers!! they give good line, if kind of 'dotty'. it's still maybe slightly thick for paper this size. i have some gigantic easel paper [no i don't have an easel but i have a very big safetyglass desk]; i would like to do a very big drawing with maybe 2 or 3 colors of Sharpie. i still haven't tried the fountain pen + nibs i bought yesterday. i fell asleep before i could.
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October 24, 2006 9:29 PM / Basically, a way to render the dollarsign holy |
October 24, 2006 9:24 PM / your basic 'boyfriend as equal-opportunity angel'
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October 24, 2006 9:21 PM / i always forget which is positive and negative spaceand, obviously, i prefer art that fusses the divide between positive and negative space. but whichever is which, whewee! look i used one more than usual!
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October 24, 2006 9:18 PM / But then
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October 24, 2006 9:13 PM / Even worse
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October 24, 2006 9:10 PM / Too bad for everybody
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October 24, 2006 9:08 PM / fantasy
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October 24, 2006 8:57 PM / Hell Yes
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October 24, 2006 8:46 PM / first attempt at 2-tone
but yeah basically i think i like writing and drafting pens the most, for use in drawing.
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October 22, 2006 4:16 PM / __and |
October 22, 2006 4:14 PM / shit |
October 22, 2006 4:11 PM / i bought this really awkward translation of Count D'Orgel's Ball, sux |
October 22, 2006 4:07 PM / lots of work on +-type signs
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October 22, 2006 4:03 PM / right back atcha |
October 22, 2006 4:00 PM / can you tell i fixate on haircuts? |
October 22, 2006 3:58 PM / bubble bubble |
October 22, 2006 3:53 PM / Steven: 'ummm well i guess can see how you might think that looked cool if you were fucked up?' |
October 22, 2006 3:50 PM / A type
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October 22, 2006 3:46 PM / i don't know why i like this one so much |
October 22, 2006 3:36 PM / A city I've never visited
-- shopping list: finer pens. so far in the sketchbook i have been drawing only with 'pilot precise zing' pens, which are for writing and keep getting clogged by the heavy paper.
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October 22, 2006 6:18 AM / 'kill lies all'
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October 20, 2006 2:14 AM / Sexy Keith HaringHa, finding shit like this makes me want to manifesto, 'every [populist?] artist of any note, who has ever lived, has made use of the red + at some point.' Warhol's red-painted cross silk screening: easy for_instance. Maybe there are better red +'s in Warhol to discover. Anyway, Keith Haring's art was always a lot sexier than him as a person [although he was incredibly photogenic]. I hadn't really thought about him or his art for a really long time when I most recently started using the +; it wasn't a conscious reference to anything, though I have drawn the + in margins and shit since I was a very little kid. But Haring's art has been in my life an incredibly long time, as it's basically modern art training wheels. The cartoon version. I bought Keith Haring Editions on Paper 1982-1990 [the Katz book] for an incredibly low price, like $25 maybe, in Boston, over ten years ago. It's an outsize book so it's followed me anyplace I've had large bookshelf space, including to Brooklyn. Until I picked up that Mao Mag thing I mentioned, I hadn't thought about Keith Haring or his art for years. In my recent reappraisal of his stuff, I've been pleased to discover [1] dude was a genius
'Untitled', 1985. Yeah, basically all his works were untitled, and their number is staggering. It makes me want to sit down with all his work and title it. I mean, not like I feel my connection to the work is _that_ special or anything, but I'm competent at writing titles. Who does not love to title their artwork? That's fucking daft. It's totally the best part. This 1985 one, I think I call it Red Plus.
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October 19, 2006 8:46 AM / self portrait |
October 19, 2006 8:31 AM / unfinished
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October 19, 2006 8:15 AM / BotchedThis was a masterpiece until I started trying to draw +'s in the lower-left, heh. They ended up looking like crosses because I was using a totally fucked method to draw them. When I was doing this drawing I realized that in terms of my understanding of the +, I'm supposed to physically enact the lines crossing. For me to understand the sign I have to not only make the lines cross, but also, pay attention to especially that aspect. Try to draw around that and it starts looking like something else right away. So yeah. Now it looks like there's a graveyard in the lower left. How emo.
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October 19, 2006 8:13 AM / thought colonist
Matthew Barney field emblem fan art, my symbology mixed with his
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October 19, 2006 8:09 AM / World Flag |
October 19, 2006 8:02 AM / EmbroiderySteven's recent sexy shit inspired me to scan a couple pages out of my sketchbook.
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October 3, 2006 2:03 PM / perfecterGeorge Condo on 'what is inside a Keith Haring painting':
i'd like to turn it upside-down and call it 'Suspense, 2006'. ok?
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September 24, 2006 4:05 AM / backdrifts |
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