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 Done many years apart, this logocentrifuge logo has no place (originally made in the same vein of some backdrops for JG Ballard or  Philip K Dick), although it may have been a good sticker to apply to this work, now long gone.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.

Forging ahead in the past

Actual work, photographed 1990,

destroyed 1992

Huge and heavy, about 7 feet wide.

Destroyed circa 1996

Digital variation,

printed 5 feet x 6.

(thanks Lajos)

     Getting ahead of myself a bit in the chronology of events in my own personal art history, here I attempt to describe my art school experience in more detail than I usually can in person.  Graduate school in New York. I moved there to Hells Kitchen, wondering 'This is new York???', -WTF, tranny crackwhores and such all around when we moved to Hell's Kitchen. My studio on West 42nd street (in between Covenant house —ie. displaced trouble teens and Port Authority Bus Terminal- sort of known as the asshole-magnet of NY) in apartment we had near only one diner (Munson's) got me and my roomates from Texas thinking we needed to move on somewhere else. Three months on 59th Street paying a fortune for a fake dorm before my roomie Mark Allen "discovered" the East Village for us & we promptly moved. In hindsight, it was the perfect setting for my introduction to living in The Big City.

I presented this (top work only) and others mentioned (undocumented, lost/destroyed) works in this vein, for critique.  My first Graduate class in Hunter College, NY.  I had decided that the new trend/rage/so-called movement of the time, appropriation, was ready to be dead. The concept in my mind was such that those upon the scene in NY were shams.  As it was, many well known contemporary art figures (almost figureheads of the time) were making reproductions/aka forgeries of Modern Masters and calling for the critics to believe that the state of art was at a dead-end.  At that moment (maybe extended to the present time as we are here now) the phrase "art is dead" was bandied about as if it may really be at it's end.  Arguments relating to the end of Modernism have been an ongoing dilemma in the artistic community for some time, not to mention Post-Modernism coming into a realm of a kind of a stillborn movement that it has shown itself to be from my own personal perception.

In my grandiose self-thinking at the time, I felt as if I could end such an argument by doing the ultimate self-deprecating act of pseudo art making.  It was the act of replicating artists of now and alive. Other appropriationist contemporaries had been making book in similar fashion revisiting or creating redux versions, usually their favorites/heroes etc. Nearly all were safely done with the appropriate time limits of copyright infringements, or permissions etc, so that no gallery would be in financial peril allowing such artists in. The term appropriation actually should have been more attributed to an unknown artist, whose work is on view in various public Lobbies around Manhattan in the name of Elaine Sturtevant -(if you know of any places where her work resides please post or email me about such if possible). My discovery of her was only from extensive searching at the archives in the Museum of Modern Art in NY. Some of the un-named artists still to this day make a living 'creating' facsimiles of Pollock and other simple to reproduce Modern Masters.  Sturtevant is still relatively unknown in the annals of contemporary art history in an undeserving manner, although making somewhat of a recent emergence.

It was a pinnacle in my artistic endeavors at the time. I was still stupid, and waiting to strike at the correct moment.  Here I was, newly arrived in NY and I had decided to push the concept after keeping it mum in Texas, until now.  The Professor I had at the time had an opening right at that time, and he had work showing in this group show.  Out of that show he was in, I chose a work done by a Canadian art collective called General Idea (as if I needed to make things more convoluted).  I copied a nice large piece on raw canvas, approximately 6-7 feet wide, and with a ziggurat design.  Carefully copied the dimensions at the gallery, I stepped off what I thought was the actual size of the work, all without actually putting a yardstick up to the work in question (see above, fluorescent paint on raw canvas).  Lacking proper funds I scrapped together broken pallets for the frame, a fete worthy of note that was more difficult than any other process of re-creating the piece (no insult to the original artists, this meaning if i had any part of the stretcher wrong, it would be blatantly obvious and a disaster no less).  First attempt, I ruined one untreated canvas in the process and had to re-stretch and staple another purchase of canvas (ie. entire day lost restretching, repainting etc)—the non color parts are raw cavas.

Finally as it was up for critique, I savored the moment to come, which had rules.
This particular Professor had the rule of the artist showing, keep silent for the first hour so as to let the class interpret what this persons work is about.
Raw, smartly moderated criticism form the smarter students, expected lunacy from the uneducated. On the right and left of the fluorescent painting pictured above, was a group of Allen McCollum blank paintings (usually done on plaster, but done on paper also because of no budget) and the third work in the room, a reproduction of contemporary artist David Diao, whose work using a Malevich photograph of an installation done from that period.
Two appropriations of appropriators and the piece above.

Only two people (that I knew of at the time) there truly realized what I had contrived, the Professor and one classmate named Joan. As class began, I waited while usual expected complementary comments about formalism were tossed out as Joan began stating that "you guys don't get it...", "this is not what this is about,..." and even to the point of, "this isn't his work".  Growing uncomfortable, my Professor Bob started to say that he thought I should explain a little bit about the work we have here.  I reluctantly did so as I remember Joan stating that maybe I shouldn't be allowed to speak, which was overturned by Bob.  As quickly as I could, I stated that each work was not my own, and were in fact forgeries of people showing in Soho at the present time, one now presently in a group show with our professor here.  Much of the class became enraged, some irate , thinking or preconceiving that I had done so to "get one over on them".  I vividly remember seeing more than one wanting to actually attack me, as if I was duping their whole sensibility of what art (class) should be, which was kind of my intention.  Joan came to my defense as our professor had problems taking it all in and under control (in my own recollections). The best part of it all was the realizations from a fellow student had during the uproar. He was especially perturbed and sitting in front of me as I sat in the back next to the door (not because i wanted to escape, although it may have come to that). This fellow classmate had finally understood through the critique and realized exactly what I had.

    Talk of what was to become of such work was the topic afterwards ie. marketing/showing etc. Things I had never throughout the making of it all. Some suggestions of crating it, leaving it or documenting what became of it along the way seemed most interesting.  This dead ended black hole of a concept kept me from having any feeling of catharsis that accompanies most art making in any traditional sense.  I had become incredibly depressed about the concept even before starting any of the work which began before my move to NY.  In Texas, the appropriations I had created, were not actually forged, but rather a pseudo-appropriation (simulacrum) of works by Haim Steinbech, whose work I had helped hang in the gallery at North Texas State before 1990.  The Steinbech wedges seemed easy and I was in the regular habit of thrift shopping with friends at the time.  One had 2 troll dolls and a toy microscope, titled "looking for Haim's wife", and another shown above, was an eccentric vase with coiled hand exercisers on the left (later destroyed for lack of storage space, probably should have given it away).

Some sense of angst then, was somewhat contrived on my part as an artist.  Although I learned lessons from it, I now believe there is never a pure re-creation of any original whenever such a thing is attempted/created in any form. People are re-inventing the wheel all the time.  This was a concept I was glad to 'get over with' because of the complete emptiness it evoked.  Personally, I have always enjoyed sitting back and acting like I didn't make the art in question where total strangers get to tell me what they really think.

The life of Elmyr de Hory is also someone who I was greatly influenced by at the time after reading Clifford Irving's book Fake, before my move to NY.  There are countless forgeries all over after the advent of Modernism that many do not want to acknowledge/admit. Orson Welles' documentary "F is for Fake" has more information about Elmyr and on the general subject of what I was attempting to orchestrate.

As one Psychotherapist said of me,

"...(said subject) is prone to hyperbole".

"Art is noble through being useless"

Jacques Barzun, The Use and Abuse of Art.

Extra special thanks to Ed for Roof access at the
Voorhees Graduate Studio
during my Manhattan experience.

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 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. 

Moar fun with the Collectors of Detritus.

Moar Postcards from the edge

A Polaroid battery (ie. instant punk haircut),

and ticket stub from Cop-Shoot-Cop show 1995. 

(tomorrows back is pretty high-larious)

DeathTrip 69, unknown data

I killed Frank Stella

All fronts again from KK!!!, thnks again, and all written backs tomorrow. If you know me and the Moosicks a bit, you might figure out the cards with the stories. (To be connected later in some other form)

Postcards from the underground

Big Daddy Roth 

eat your heart out!

Unicycle accident with egg rain

Hard to describe this, doesn't do the original justice. In Amarillo, Texas I was driving along a deserted back road where I witnessed one of the strangest murals I had ever seen. An abandoned bar with a frosty mug of beer sitting on what appeared to be a female torso, sans arms, legs and head. Just as I looked (with no-one around) I swerved into the other lane and a cop in the mile or so distance saw me, finally drove by and u-turned, going by while doing a wagging finger warning me to pay more attention.

Tasty treat of postcards and various things collected by longtime frend KK in Austin, of Direct Hit fame in Dallas. I have been given the great opportunity to show at her house there in July sometime this year...moar soon!

Photoshop 5 screenshot

Digital, actual size
(actually my screen back then, a 21 inch apple monitor
big enough to heat my Greenpoint loft).

...and a book I still haven't read yet.
Still looking for more.

Screens from the past

All Digital only.

Check the middle frame, if you use mac then you know.

I am not running out, am just saving the best for later. Kind of getting these out of the way.

A Quick one

Digital only,
me & GH, 2005

A quick one, (pun intended) sent to me by a friend in CA and then me pushing the pixels a bit. Could be a good anti-pop album for Electrocute.

Tribute 2 SLOAT

Digital only

Done for B_Peterman,
(if you ever get that site going, eye cn formuL8 ure sloat logos)
Thnx4th weakend XcRsion

Absolutley unfinished, 4-now

Digital only, began around 1993,
adjusted late February, 2009

Readjusted, warped, etc. I should maybe finish the original reason I did this.
Would look best printed giant maybe?
Whatever...
maybe when the cup becomes half full again.

Halphened and flipped, finally

Finally I sketch one halfway, scan it and flip, not so obvious. Starting to wonder if I will run out of these ideas.

So many ideas after visiting frenz up north, and seeing a show in FW of an old colleague making it into a museum.