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 Done many years apart, this logocentrifuge logo has no place (originally made in the same vein of some backdrops for JG Ballard or Philip K Dick), although it may have been a good sticker to apply to this work, now long gone.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