“For in that city there is neurosis in the air which the inhabitants mistake for energy.” ― Evelyn Waugh The New York subway has its own distinctive scent, like a cocktail of black tar and metal shavings, that I immediately find familiar and comforting every time I retun. You’d think it would mostly smell like… Continue reading If London is a watercolor, New York is an oil painting.
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Breaking Bad: R.I.P. XP-30, 2001-2013
Yesterday, while troubleshooting glitching technology, again, rather than practicing music, again, I came to a place of silence. I stopped hitting buttons and searching google, and sat, and thought. I had already emailed the event coordinators for Tomb and the Womb and said that due to technical difficulties I would not be singing “Covering Lisa”… Continue reading Breaking Bad: R.I.P. XP-30, 2001-2013
Totem
It’s time to start designing the cover-up.
Stampede
I’ve been thinking lately about my decision to, though currently saving for a house, and recently leaving one of my part time jobs, simultaneously agree to increase my office rent by about 75% for the next year in order to add a second room for an art studio. In some ways, and surely on the… Continue reading Stampede
G.T.F.O. 2013
Self Photograph, Amsterdam 2010 May 18 – 19: Road trip to SMF with Bev, hanging at her Mama’s house with a pool, visiting family and friends in the Sacramento area. June 2 – 5: Drive down to SFO, stay a few nights with Prophei, high probability of music work in the studio. June 6 –… Continue reading G.T.F.O. 2013
Modeling the Arts
Later this month, I will be art modeling for Beverly Naidus at the UW in Tacoma. Through reading, a variety of studio art practices and an analysis of contemporary media and art, we will examine notions of body image and why so many people in modern mainstream society are obsessed with their appearances. We will… Continue reading Modeling the Arts
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“If you don’t build your dream someone will hire you to help build theirs.” – Tony Gaskins
Rock Lobster: Finding home
Ever since I can remember really, I’ve felt a deep sadness when passing seafood tanks full of crab and lobster in the supermarkets. The way they’re piled in on one another with their claws drawn shut, robbed of their dignity and eventually their lives, bothers me. Deeply, profoundly, seeing them treated that way has always… Continue reading Rock Lobster: Finding home
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I think putting on a music show every fall might just end up being my thing.
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I totally know what my next art show is going to be.