New Convex Mirror studies!

as per usual, click for larger version.

Madonna Series

Maybe this is when I 'married' my art career (in my own perpetual fantasy world/disorder),

all Madonnas were/are about 8" tall ceramics and glazed at the local craft store in Denton in that era. One old lady who ran it seemed to understand what it was all about. I was sitting with mostly women painting cute bunnies, animals and flower arrangements while I was transforming these Madonnas into weirdness. I specifically remember a Sorority girl there applying all the dot lettering onto something that Jeff Koons would die for (I was cutting the stomach out of one of the last Madonnas at the time).

I hope those people I payed these forward to still have them intact. Also hope you all didn't move/sleep on couches as much as I did.

Please contact me with pics if you have any not shown here, I lost track of so much of the past.

I have forgotten so much of what was accomplished in those (dark) days.

another pseudo forgery

thanks from Julie in Cali,

a Haim Steinbach pseudo forgery
almost forgotten.

I think it was 1988.

Studio Life, Greenpoint/Brooklyn

It was quite a few years there,

like I wanted,
semi-secluded,

holed up
missing connections.

So much gone now.

A sublet,

I remember

ex-cop

—landlord

(took advantage of Polish immigrants
- even though he was)

milling around
all the time,

meandering the halls

knocking on the door one day.

I shook his hand
as he looked behind me to see this.

My GF and cousin were there.

He was attempting to get everyone
out of the building

through intimidation,

bribes when that didn't pan out

with turning off heat (xmas day)

and water etc.

I was told he would not look anyone in the eye,

true,

walking behind him one day I noticed he did not like it.

I was glad.

SUBHUMAN.

I/we did not see what comes around on that one.

Million Mile Staredown

riding the nue wave to stardom !

Dark Xings

one ov the last for now,

will have to go through many more

before finishing the series

ironic that you people are the first to see these,

all taken back around my Stark Clubbing days

circa 1986. Diving to Dallas from Denton at 100 +,

hard to believe most of us made it.

Beauty iz Man's Damnation

Just can't drive there fast enough.

(so many times coming back from Dallas to Denton

when drunk driving was a sport)

Jean Cocteau Triplets

I used to listen to the Cocteau Twins in those days.

Recently discovering early Joy Division nowadays while driving around the Houston Humidity and skies. Not as many dead dear this year.

no photoshop

just a push of the levels.

On The Road

to Nowhere...

moar road ahead

with a little self portrait.

Never realized it till I just scanned it.

Driving, driving, watching...Late nights

sometimes if looked like daytime, even though it was almost pitch black after some storms.

Wondering if the kops would stop nowadays after 9/11.

Back then no-one cared.

Introduction to OverUnder

A series of long overexposures mostly from the AM in, during, and after the rain.

Work no-one has seen (to my recollection and for the first time) over the next week or so.

As usual, click to enlarge.

Midlife Crisis side-project for a friend

Collaborating with SCCL

for grandma's birthday, started before xmas...

snowflaked

gotta scan the rest someday.

made 300+ while on the clock, .

had interesting callouses on both index fingers for a few months then.

It was a good job...

for a while.

I think i had maybe around 20 jobs during my 19 year stint up there.

NEVER FULLTIME.

... for someone who writes...maybe.

2 4 SZ

scanned them too small...

check his stuff by clicking on the title. Rotting food landscapes. He used to have a difficult time buying the stuff in Greenpoint markets, some vendors wouldn't sell to him.  I would visit and see stuff lying around, kind of like the movie Repulsion.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iO0niGPR5S4

Halph Knotts a New Leaf

All half drawn yesterday.

Scanned, flipped, now hear.

Upside down or not.

have to avoid hearts,

like real life,

it gets cliche.

Parts of puzzles,

not sure where to go with 'making' these final.

Hay Eddie

I think it was friday.

maybe a backdrop for the band, black and white glitter?

6-7 feet wide, to hang upside down,

whatever that would be.

Eye got those pics,——

——man you people are sick...

(consider me onboard...)

possible titles,

shoe gazing night people

apothecary drones

Epiphany Hood Designs

Dreaming in Chrome

Finally made one.

Just like high school, I managed to invent a molten mess of liquid chrome, melting roarschock. Time to pull out all the stops and look for some hoods in the local auto yards!.

Here comes the Iwata.

Weekend Pron Killer

variation 2 of below

Todays wake up call, finished tonight

Sophia's addition, from friday

Masonic Pron

(over the weekend)

Mantis Sub-Pron

All done in the past week, one tomorrow is a finished variation on one above. It's easy sometimes when its right.

Logocentrifuge Detractor

Seemingly unrelated, titles are similar. Done many years apart, this logocentrifuge logo has no place (originally made in the same vein of some backdrops for JG Ballard or  Philip K Dick), although it may have been a good sticker to apply to this work, now long gone. A collaboration with dad here for my MFA Hunter thesis, never shipped and hence trashed due to lack of storage space and discussions of how liquid would leak no matter what. The first test cracked the half inch plexi and no others were run afterwards. It was an attempt to make something in the same vein of the lava lamp. If I win the Lotto (which I don't even play) I may re-build it one day, since i still posses the pieces. Even the chain driven adjustable motor were in full capacity before its destruction. notice the dog urine on the base, from being in the machine shop so long. Beautifully crafted, trashed circa 1998. 

note— this is also a tribute to Philip's dog shown here who later died from drinking antifreeze someone somewhere left lying around.

Pineapples

Not sure why at first but after making them I realized my influence from scanning an Etro design at work for a Postcard.  It was a design made in an exclusive way in which it would be difficult to reproduce as a continuing pattern. They wanted this dress scanned and it took me hours to piece it together as a pattern. Many of the high end designers make what seems like continuous patterns completely un-repetitious (for quick detection of forgeries and knockoffs from China). Design houses in the business of attempting to avoid copies being made of their designs intrigued me since then. I create patterns in my own work with an appreciation of other unknown designers endeavors in the fashion industry. maybe I should make more mistakes on purpose.

Bad Trucker Redux

Digital only

and a sketch—

Drawn today, halved scanned & flipped,

cutting my usual efforts in half.

Here's a link to the one i was talking about last night, that i did in Grad school, except i made it fancier. See link under title.

For those who did not hear my conversation with Brad, I did copies of people showing in Soho while I was in Hunter Grad school in NY, David Diao was one among others and the above piece is my version of a pic Bad Trucker sent me of his studio in an email.

Do a search for his stuff on youtube, under the name BadTrucker!

Postcard from the edge, Half...

A card found on the streets of NY already written,

although my name is not Jorge.

Not sure if this was after the birthday party for Wavy Gravy on the iron boat called the Frying Pan, multiple DJ's, and amazing events between rooms becoming hybrid soundscapes in the name of Soundlab of the time.

Actually, I think this was found before that when I/we lived in Hell's Kitchen when I first got to NY in 90.

Not remembering helps remembering things every once in a while.

tahnks again KK.

Collectors of Detritus

Moar here, this time the other sides,

eye figured they knew it was me...

inspired by a postcard I saw at Jan's, I couldn't figure out what was on the front, and then after looking for about 5 minutes-(no exaggeration) I had to ask what it said on the address. She said it was her name and address, somehow the East Village post office figured it out.

Fairly easy to figure where this one is from in the last post, Printing shirts, no money, etc.

I'm not even a Beasty Boy fan, cept 4 that jazz album they did-(the in sound from way out), reminded me of the koolness of Stan Getz.

Like anyone cold clean up the place there, I am still searching for pictures of my myriad of transient studios at the time. Always more fun as a space than making stuff.

Moar fun with the cities Collectors of Detritus.