10 January 2012 11:11 / next life star chart

sebastian sebastian sanchez a chilango born sebastian esteban sanchez 22 september 2088 1221am i come from a big family w a lot of sisters +am a faggot boxer i am catholic definitely +mega godfucked probably +like in every life im an artist i invent something that is like bullfighting 2.0

sun 00 libra
moon 23 sagittarius
rising 22 gemini
mercury 23 virgo
venus 03 scorpio
mars 18 cancer
jupiter 22 libra
saturn 27 taurus
uranus 05 pisces
neptune 22 leo
pluto 22 aries

earth monkey lifepath 22 born w a 7 rising changed to a 22 rising

 

21 July 2011 12:21 / my stars

born exactly in the middle of human existence
inside a 22 placed at the center of an 11 in the sun
eleven eleven make a wish that its only half over

 

29 June 2011 02:53 / switch on a chain

'no photoshop' is nothing to be proud of
that said this is an unedited camerafone shot of a necklace i made today

 

13 June 2011 00:13 / darkness pimp

2011 by blank frank

 

29 January 2011 23:46 / party w children

apparently at some point in 2009 kier left his camera with me for 2 seconds

 

30 June 2010 01:58 / when your gift unfurls

 

26 June 2010 15:37 / code for nothing

 

01 June 2010 05:15 / why


palo alto

 

04 November 2007 01:17 / summer 2007


It Was Beautiful I'm Done with It
~7.5x11" / 19.05 x 27.94 cm


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fucking finally. spent all summer in the sun and street, broke as hell but having lots of fun. lots...

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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ps- josh, your drawing is next- not the poster, but the next illustration-size drawing. i'm looking for the right subject for the colors you chose. mwah.

 

28 April 2007 22:10 / for Dennis

art by math tinder
My Dead Are Not Yet


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Dennis asked us for 'our dead'. i really don't have any. obviously i've been alive when important people have died. obviously i've had friends, family members, and acquaintances who've died. but none in particular stand out as 'my dead'. Dennis said he meant someone whose death had made a particular impact on us. some of my artistic heroes, like Haring and Mapplethorpe, died while i was alive, but at the time i was too young to notice their deaths or know their art. i can't say that their deaths made any impact on me at all. when i came to know them, they were dead already. their being dead was+is like any other part of them.

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.

 

24 January 2007 01:44 / 1mm-track mind

math tinder self capture
Paper Is My Favorite Invention


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i drew this from a photo i snapped of myself at midnight between 2006 and 2007. Some Things Never Change.

 

09 January 2007 21:43 / in a storied room

math tinder self capture
no. 20
Green Tortoise Hostel
January 2007

 

24 December 2006 16:15 / you know what they say about small boys

math tinder self capture

here's me in front of all my mom's Spode, in her new bungalow in Pasadena. everyone in L.A. keeps telling me they love my 'haircut'. i'm totally a compliment whore, so great; but: really? are these people serious? it's basically a hair-uncut, growing everywhichway because i'm waiting for my bangs to be long enough for a Franzboy before i actually pay for a cut. meanwhile, everything except my bangs is growing first and frizzy. if you ask me, i look like Andy Warhol.

 

06 December 2006 22:27 / i'm writing this to say in a gentle way, Thank You but No


The Libertine
[self-portrait as libertine]


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Patrick Wolf:
'The troubadour cut off his hand and now he wants mine
Oh no'

 

27 November 2006 16:28 / supposed to mean something

 

19 November 2006 17:02 / wow






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whewee. so this is what i look like when i'm artistically spent. fucking arted out.

i'm definitely still going to finish 100 drawings by the end of November, but i'm gonna take another 2-3 days and just kinda breathe. i'll probably post my next set of drawings midweek.

oh, and i decided to grow out my hair some. my goal for the winter is to get my muscle tone back [i haven't been to a gym in, like, a year] and then get an 'Alex Kapranos 2003'-style 'floppy fringe' haircut.

 

19 October 2006 08:46 / self portrait

 

18 October 2006 18:47 / Where I grew up

me in my favorite shirt, 2004
Runyan Canyon, Los Angeles
shot by Steven

 

17 October 2006 17:01 / middle

A little under a year ago, Steven and I were driving all our belongings cross-country to Brooklyn in a Penske truck. It was expensive.

I took this picture on a day when I was sick, to show that I had gotten a cherry limeade from Sonic that was as big as my head. It really was; it's not an illusion. I think it was 64 oz maybe?

I made it home to Brooklyn safe because I was wearing my lucky sneakers. I didn't know at the time that they were lucky.

 

07 October 2006 23:09 / pink

Me?

Me, I have long held that the best way to code yourself as physically available [which is to say sexually available, yeah, but also something much larger, 'in public' in a way that's morally correct]- the best way is to look a little bit preppy, a little bit young+masculine, and a little bit pink. If I want to look like a whore [a: servant of the city], I imagine a boy in a pink Lacoste shirt with chemically burnt hair, and I try to evoke him through similar gestures. Not the same gestures, precisely. I don't look very good in a Lacoste shirt myself.


Soooo, I wanted to like the new hot pink automat in the East Village a lot more than I do;

St Marks Pl -->

 

25 August 2006 19:44 / Still it's good to be in love with someone


Hard, 2004


Soft, 2006

 

12 July 2006 00:53 / Angst in my Pants

For a Friend 2006

Day-

So complete is my inability to resist temptation that I don't claim to know how it feels to be tempted-

Evening-

The night became a blur

 

03 July 2006 23:46 / just a little piece.. smaller.. smaller

Reasons to Live


1, 2005


2, 2006

Smaller, smaller...

 

26 March 2006 18:49 / math tinder

2002
the year I was born

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Ilford b+w disposable camera

 

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