Saturday, August 31, 2013








dont be desperate baby just let that failure wash through you
mother lode
laissez faire figuration

The studio is a place to examine your own inadequacy. Sitting here on a bright morning, plant dappled dusty light flooding into the sacrosanct tiled space, listening to some sensi shit that I liked in a more naive time to remind myself of myself. Every morning is an earnest moment before the day curdles us. A neighbor sweeping outside the gate. People honking far far away. Birds. The woman I rent this house from sometimes comes over and stares straight at the floor in my studio but has learned to swallow her words about the growing stains. This place lets its stomach hang out. This place is an exhale. This place is also a mirror, where there is no way to get away from the reality of myself, of ourselves. This place exists [for me] to penetrate into myself. The best artists grab a shovel and start digging straight down around their root balls. Jerry Saltz says hes broke- is that performance art? Even honest art can be bad art. I have been trying to experience good art this week. Im looking for things to write about. I am negative bank account broke as fuck and planned on writing about local art gestures whether or not they deserve or need more attention. I am looking for economical redemption. Sometimes, however, nothing pulls you in no direction at all. It feels better to sit on this tiny cracked stool and feel things. Right now Im feeling disillusioned. By the notion that galleries and institutions might represent life, or the world, or humans, satisfactorily. Or that they are even slightly capable of this. Or that art has any power at all. A lot of the best artists I know are currently making work about how the world is a dystopic fuccboi. Everything feels staged. Some kind of a weird art fair on a wild west set. My “success,” your “sweetness," my “sincerity," your “edge,” her "blah," his "blah," our "blah." The best part of living in Mexico City is stepping into a foot deep sludgy red grey mudpuddle in worn out flip flops. Its hard not to be awake. This place is a salt lick for creativity.  But it also feels reallllyy far away from Swiss bank accounts. And almost constantly reminds you that no calvary is coming to save the day. Maybe thats the fun of it, the strength of it too. By myself in the crevasse of a Venn Diagram. A stray dog rummaging through a garbage heap later to die pestilent under a faceless nameless patio. Each life adds to the melange, a towering pile of passion and terror, blood and sweat, past, present, future?, that makes a bastion like Mexico City, for example, a wellspring of teaching; contemporary cross-sectioned socio-archaeology that we can analyze and be informed by. This reminds me- artists add to the tower. If we do anything, we add to the tower. We contribute to some mysterious, present, human thing. We are Weaver Finches in Africa. We are Mud Dauber Wasps in West Texas. You can be alone and certainly still part of a whole. Today I am desperately looking for concrete reasons that art is a positive force. The internet would usually have me believe otherwise. Ive been thinking about this on overdrive since visiting my friend Nico Colón a few evenings ago in his gorgeous studio above a Jewish synagogue in the Centro. He’s lived in DF a couple of years and from this vantage point his career continues marching upwards and onwards. His work is also getting more detached, or maybe his lens has pulled out from the micro personal to macro moralistic cultural narratives that talk about civil unrest. This stance seems appropriate. We are watching the USAs decadent collapse from the best seats in the house. Its hard to live in Mexico and not spend time measuring your complicity in the everything-is-fucked-up-ness of everything-ness. This place makes you care about politics whether thats your luxury or not. Signs of our collective failures force themselves down our throats. A murdered Mexican student with his face peeled off. Hood headed Ku Klux Klan members. A school shooter pointing a gun at the viewer; white, male, haunted, haunting. Narco shit. A 20th century cartoon character, racist, clichéd, upside-down or blurry, printed grainy. A 21st century Mexican man on his cell phone wearing Morpheus glasses eating shrimp, indifferent. Nico says this shift in his work is about him trying to identify his role in the system, or at the very least, an admission of his contribution to things being this way. A system of hurricaning degradation. In doing this, I assume, he is also trying to understand himself and (re)define his principles. It was confusing, which makes sense, because confusion is one of his main themes of interest. And perhaps confusion is also the strongest pillar of our generation- yet- I wonder if we are truly allowed to admit our confusion. Confusion seems bad for business. I was recently at The Broad in LA and dismayed by the collection of art products that all contained a particularly reserved branded lack of confusion. A plethora of tidy professionalism. Nico says that this year he feels more or less idgaf about art, but that if youd asked him last year his answer wouldve been different. According to a lecture he saw recently, he believes it is actually important that we grant the Contemporary Art proper noun to everything made inside of our particular art dialogue. Not just to place it into a current time frame, but to acknowledge its membership in the amorphous all-consuming black hole of culture that art has become. My girlfriend jokes that Contemporary Art makes her wanna stab her dick off with a broken icicle. Nico retorts that that would be a perfect example of Contemporary Art. Anything you do to rupture or divert it is just absorbed into its fatty tissue. Everyone is stumped. This is the Catch-22 that artists today are orgying inside of. In my thoughts I compare Nico’s explanation of C.A. to Tetsuo’s gelatinous (horrifying, gorgeous) destabilization at the end of Akira. He becomes an all-expansive, hyper-compounded, gravitational force. He is scared. Simultaneously the chained bleating goat and the Tyrannosaurus Rex. Finally becoming an atom bomb, exploding, and wiping out civilization. ISIS proves that culture can destroy. So does Globalization. So did the Late Period Roman Empire. So did chill Merrell-shoes wearing developers in New York City tearing down that one bar full of junkies that you used to go try to buy coke at. 

I watched a video of the Kardashian family and shared it with the headline:
"contemporary hydrogen bomb / love is dead.” 

Yesterday I was invited to a garden outside of Ticúman, a tiny town in Morelos, Mexico. We sat perspiring onto weathered wrought-iron benches and ate tangerines from a tree. 

Shit is bad, but shit is good. We are lucky to be alive. Art can reflect that, I hope. 

Andrew Birk

Im not a strong story teller but one time I threw up an ecstasy pill into a bush at a party and spent half the night digging through my vomit at the base of the plants trying to find it. 
No luck.

MY LOVE

LAYS IN YOU
LIKE A BENGAL LOUNGES
IN THE ROOTS OF A MANGROVE

I woke up and the first thought that came to my head was that u like pavement over sonic youth


Theres something very poetic about the transparency of desperation. Theres something very human about bandwagoning. 


Fkoers
Gdt flowers 4jj kay

I dont argue anymore I just make shit

Also life is so good and not to be missed. and it seems that life as an artist is about precisely not missing life. Noticing life. Smelling it.  

o ok i c u u r a human of a pseudoconceptual nature i c wut u did there
o ok naisss budget i like ur budget shwingg

An article about Ann Hirsch. An article about Joe Bradley. A google search for Torey Thornton. An article about Jeb Bush. An article about Frank Stella. Keith lets just drink some Shine and listen to some Iver.

Dont give up. People care about you. People who you have never met in real life. People you have. People you are supposed to meet down the road. People you met a long time ago and still think about you. People who want to say something but dont know how so they never will. People who do say something every day. 

Writing is such a gorgeous thing. Its such a good place. I am confused about most things. I know Im a good painter and that I love writing. Those are two things I cannot be confused about and Im thankful. 

If I were your dad Id be fucking proud of you

I was listening to the most beautiful part of a very beautiful song. a message from an old friend that his father died. a cross sign. I was naked about to do situps this morning but I got lost. 
Time ran out.
Something soothing. Something is soothing about waking up in the early rain.
I used to not like selfies but I cared about your selfies- 
now I especially dont like your selfies 
Im so glad selfies are dead n gone 
what a wave that was 
goodbye
A democratic project starts to get attention and becomes fucking academic. Just. Its like when youre getting your ass beat you just roll into a ball and wait to die. It will be funny when people start reading this maybe in 20 years Im laughing in advance. No Im not laughing, but can you tell Im smirking. 
2b real if I had an ipod id listen to bon iver and take pub trans. Id like to try those Beats By Dre headphones one day, but today Im borrowing money. Yesterday too. omg rich prince ur riting stile is so cool did u go to couper did u go to goldsmith. Its wrong to be sarcastic when youre hungry. It is so fucking stupid to be an artist when youre just hungry.
I like this new method of communication. End with a positive message.
Amo.

God I love u. 
If God made u: God, I love u

Line going across the plane as if somwon was walking with can on
Lets eat ur suffering dragoj

Dolce Vida
Famous Punks
I think im friends with a historically famous artists grandson
Im shocked that Moby is related to Herman Melville
The shower wont stop dripping
We cleansed our house

A rainy morning
People always say they didnt think theyd make it to 30 I call such b
Eres el coyote of the desierto de mi soul
K tal vivir en la puta sombra de la Basilica? 
The Televisa sign boasts a high gloss-- 2 b filled w buckshot
Purple Bus Window Wash
Piss n2it 2 make it urs bibis
Dear Diary,
Is it true that if you let people in the art world treat you like shit, things will eventually turn out fine?

Hey Friends!
I got a couple tattoos this summer. I also ran out of money, fell in love, n fished for some crabs at the ocean.
Wut did u do?

Yuxtaposicion


u got my name on ur fucking list now get away from me for fucking ever 

How do they deal with dust?
Wrap it in cheese cloth forever, put it in the basement, in storage racks.
A fake stone outdoor speaker on top of a stack of ULINE catalogs on the corner where the windowsill meets the wall.

My work is me
A seismograph
Recording my life
Through a filter, feebly cryptic
My work is bad good holy horribly lazy angelic dedicated viscous loud-mouthed emotional scarred gallant childish obtuse acrid confused lucid fearful overwhelmeding far flung thin spread deep bodied mustered vigor because I am all of those things
My work is crying, my work is in love, my work is confused, my work is poor, my work criticizes, fucks up, and lashes out irrational because I am and do
My work is boring and local, 
I am boring and local
Mediocre
I am boring local mediocre
My work is about humans because I am a human
My work will never be cool
I will never be cool
Cool smart relevant poised on trend
All these qualifiers end up jumping in a lake

SMOKING
THE WORLD IS A BAD PLACE
THE FEED IS FULL OF MEAN CONTENT

I just want to focus on nice things good things posi things.

Gru up in a corporate test tube
Asking u 2 get frivolous
Throw myself on2 things, botch them like poor surgery 
Sky dive 4 fomo


This is the best part about having art shows. The brutal scar tissue living in the mirror. You make resolved lists of things youll never do again, how next time itll b better. Will it really? I love this particular aspect of being alive. I would rather be scalding, to the point of self destruction, than the physical manifestation of a tofutti cutie. If being an artist is about being honest, where does acting like a smiling jester come in? Social pliability, however, is an important part of capitalism. So are we free or are we not free? Or are we "free" as long as were entertaining?! Every day I care less about maintaining status quo political relationships with people I fundamentally disagree with. I hope this doesnt hurt my ability to generate income. Im sure it will.

paos pa tos lao pao
saying no to things worth saying no to
opaque my father is an executive producer tattoo on face negation
fame fame fame, fame fame, fame fame game.
look @ the moms
cover the floor. yeah. yeahhhh. cover itt. 
la pelea buena

So much fucking bluff 
Humans are about heart 
I dont want to live if I cant love 
My mind is a tornado surrounding you

THE INTERNET IS A GOD
MAYBE ITS A BAD GOD
NOT TO BE TRUSTED
A GOD WE MUST CAST ASIDE
OUR MINDS SHOULD POINT INWARD
WE SHOULD REMEMBER US
AND WHY WE ARE NOT A GOD
AND WHY ITS SO GREAT NOT TO BE
THE INTERNET IS A RINGING TELEPHONE
WITH NOTHING TO SAY
WE ARE THE MESSAGE
WE SHOULD PONDER THIS

Life is a gift.
Critique is a gift.
Critiquing life.
Love stays. Love surrounds.
Loathing goes. Jealousy goes. Competition goes. Stubbornness goes.
Focus on health.
IRL unfollowing and unfriending.
Too much fat. Letting the dogs out.

whole world covered in servers

computers are megaphones
harmony is more appropriate than ever

Mixed painting shows forever just slam it down throats til it catches on.
Toilet flood. 
No one is watching and its better that way.

All of this has been 2 aggressive. Turning a new leaf. It feels...well...adult. Dusting off your knees and getting back on the horse. Focusing the spear.
God, there is so much to say. Every morning my mind wakes up and I immediately think about art. (Isnt that fucking crazy?) What is the point of it all? Are we just trying to make money? Power? Influence? No I dont think so. Those things are mere byproducts of focus and dedication. I have very clear visions of everything until they recede into swampy mires of grey nothingness. I dont think the future or the past or even now matters. I used to care about the idea of nowness but now I care about the self. Finding a way to articulate your own channel. Whether that speaks to larger dichotomies or works as a metaphor for larger conventions is out of my hands. I want to go inwards not outwards. I want to go deep into myself. I am neither a scientist nor a pseudo-scientist. The inside of my head is a tornado with ideas poking their moving faces out, a house spinning past, into and again out of view. If I dont grab them right there, they could be gone forever. Jennifer Chan said that art is the farthest left of all neo-liberal problems- problems weve implanted into ourselves like smokescreens- protecting us from engaging with real world problems. Shes right. Im not sure Im equipped to deal with real world problems, honestly. I cannot even set up a credit card. My insurance adjuster says the technical term for someone like me is a Ghost. That I have no footprint.

i quit smoking. n im painting with a brush in the south of mexico city, not responding to emails or accepting any kind of invitations, social or otherwise. we rush too much for no fucking reason. i dont want to be a celebrity, i want to make art that is deserving of its own existence.


when weirdness is trending is it still weird?


Anything looks good if the wall behind it is painted the color of greenscreen. Im far from everyones pendejadas but my own. Its poetry if you say its poetry and it has value if you say it has value. Todays a good day for Irene and rain and gringas and I wanna share my life w u. Good installations are hard. Do you remember the first art show you ever had? You didnt know anything. Do you remember the last art show you had? You didnt know anything. I went to San Diego. I saw its whites and its blues and teals. I went to laguna. I hit my head on sedimentary stone.


Airon Maik Taison 


Trash on the floor. Trash on the wall. Trash in your brain. Trash in your relationships. Eat trash. Drink trash. Your dadda's trash. Your mamma's trash. Sleep on a pile of trash dreaming of trash on a beach of trash. 


Things change. A forest fire clears the underbrush.


After 141 days of sleeping on concrete floors, carpets, couches, piles of clothes, dusty dirty trundle beds, rolling wheelfooted kidsized guestbeds, et fucking al., I finally got to sleep in my own bed. Nimammmen. K Viva Mexico.


FAKE IT TIL U MAKE SOMETHING FAKE

CAN WE PLEASE LISTEN TO R&B AND FUCK 4 4 HOURS
PRIMORDIAL 
TUNA FISH BITXH SHIT
TKM TLJ
BRAD PITT 4EV
XMAS EVE
POTUS 4 PREZ
DEADPREZ 4 PREZ
THE REZ 4 PREZ
CARA DE RES
CARA DELVIGNE
ADAM LEVINE
DELVE ZINE
WWZ-BOYS
Z-BOIS
FUCCBOIS
SOFTBOIS N
JOEY BOIS
DELACROIX NOISE PATOISE

I showed Kayla all of your books. Stuffed into drawers falling out of the cupboards where the food should be. Under the fucking sink above the fucking stove. The oldest starchiest bag of chips that taste like sun dried scrotum pieces. Five used tubs of salsa on the top shelf of the refrigerator. A vivid ring of pink mold in the toilet. The white of your shower curtain pinked. The coral of your bath towels and mats greyed. The water comes out of the tap that hard nasty LA taste that you have to drink cold and pretend youre swallowing medicine. Porch covered in powdered Chinatown truck tires. Fruit flies. Pristine stack of discarded Times, crosswords full. A Whole Food bag slouching under the weight of empty La Croix cans.

IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOWHERE RAINFOREST WASHINGTON KATSU GOT UPS
A FASHION SHOW ON A GREYHOUND BUS FROM CLEVELAND TO CINCINNATI BEAT THAT GALLIANO

Im not just gonna kiss Mexican soil
Im gonna give the floor of Metro Cuatro Caminos a tongue bath

Romance by osmosis

New York Giants Special Edition Polo Ralph Lauren

I love you a mountain

CONTEMPLO UNA FLOR

How you write an email must be an extension of your model.
Everything equally sancrosanct.

A CAGE BIRD SINGING
A MUSCULAR FELINE
A CIGARETTE OUT OF A HIGHRISE KITCHEN WINDOW
I TOLD YOU THIS IS A PERFECT PERFECT MOMENT 
AND YOU CURLED INTO MY CHEST AND CRIED
GOLDEN CHILD
GREAT DESERT ORCHID
YOU ARE TATTOOED ON EVERY PART OF ME

Ive always really been upset about the idea of Chris from Nirvana


You - “WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE?”

Me - "WHEN I WAS LITTLE I GOT STUCK IN AN APPLE TREE

THINGS GET BUILD UP THEN THINGS FALL PART 

I M TRYING SO HARD 2 GO INTO MY OWN CODE

LAST WEEK I WAS WALKING ON THE BEACH W GRAINS OF SAND BLOWING

DO U LIKE IT WHEN U LOOK AT IT

R, LIKE, WUT DO U THINK

CAN U GO INSIDE IT CAN U PUT URSELF IN THERE

DOES IT MATTER LIKE A TREE MATTERS?

DOES A TREE MATTER?

I(M) FUCKED UP AND I KEEP FUCKING UP AND FUCKING UP

MY SHIT HIT THE DUST LIKE MIXED NUTS

LIKE DO U THINKITS DONE OR A FIXED POINT IN TIME

 ILL B UR BENIGN PINTREST BOARD

A BEACHGRASS SNIPERSUIT

LIFE ES SUMAMENTE COMPLICADA

A GANG OF BPM. A <CAPS LOCK> GANG OF BPM

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RITUALIZED CHEMICAL ABLUTION"

”>PIPEORGAN+METALLURGICALARTICULATION+BEESBUZZING+KALIMBA *INCREASES VOLUME* V, V. LOUD />."

"LIKE DO U CARE ABOUT THE WALLS DOES THE GALLERY BCUM MY WORK OR DOES MY WORK JUST SIT A LAPDOG WITH A THIN VEIL OF DUST LANDING ON IT PUT ON A RUBBER GLOVE AND RUB IT OFF BLOW ON IT WITH CAN AIR BLOW THE CANNED AIR INTO UR LUNGS UPSIDE DOWN 

FREEZE UR LIP OFF

DO U THINK I DID THIS FOR MY FING WEBSITE."

"…GOD IM JUST SO LOST IN YOUR REPEAT…"

"THINGS GET BUILT UP THEN THINGS FALL APART THINGS LOST TIME LOST GORGEOUS SLITHERING IMPACTFUL ITS HAPPNING 2 ALL OUR DATA ALL DAY

EXPANSIVE HISTORICAL FOAM BEEHIVE LET LIVE ∞ STATIC ∞/ 

DISPERSAL COOL/ YEAH/ IMMACULATE STOCKHOLM

ITS THERE HOVERING A CIRCLE STHE AIR MOVING AROUND IN THE SPACE

I WANT TO B UR TERMITE MOUND

I WANT TO B UR SHIP CAPITAN

IM AT THE TOP OF A CLIFF LOOKING AT WHALES BLOW BLUE BURSTS

NOTHINGS THE END EVERYTHINGS THE BEGINNING

*PLUGS IN*

ONE PIECE PERFECT

SLAMDUNKD FORMALISTIC BLOODY FOOTSTREAKD STEPPING GINGERLY FORWARD

ACCORDIONING NORDIC ISMS

STREET HIGHHEELS

HAND-HOLD-US

PROTECTIVE LOTUS

LANGUAGE DISSOLVES AS A PRODUCT OF LOVE BEGINS

LAYING ON A BED W/ UR IMPRESSIVE NUDITY LISTNING 2 JOLIE SHIT

*LIGHTS OUT/WIND BLOWS/HELICOPTER ENCIRCLES.*"

"THATS WUT THE FUC IT LOOKS LIKE.”

You - “?”


i think this time comes when u just go into ur own code
go nto ur own code
fuc am the nu 1trix s so good
photos folded on walls whereever the things go i just love walls i dont care about flat things in spacce i want flat things gainst walls but like those tvs n shit wuld look so guuds
keep adding everything
the layers r good

I FUCKED UP AND I KEEP FUCKING UP AND FUCKING UP
SOMETHING HAS CHANGED 
WHERE I THOUGHT THE ARRANGEMENT OF ART IN A SPACE WAS MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE ART ITSELF I NOW REALIZE HOW FUCKING NAIVE AND UNDERMINING THIS IS. 
THE ART IS WHATS IMPORTANT THE SONG IS WHATS IMPORTANT
I DONT REALLY CARE ABOUT THE DEVICE ITS PLAYING ON I DONT CARE ABOUT THE CARD GAME OR THE BLOOD MOON I CARE ABOUT THE SOCIAL INTERACTION
SHUFFLE CURATION
HOW CAN I HAVE PHOTOSHOP ALLOCATE THE WORK
I WISH MUSEOGRAPHY COULD BE PERFORMED BY A RANDOM SELECTION GENERATOR
ITS THAT I LOVE THE SURPRISE OF NOT CARING. MAYBE EVEN OF NOT KNOWING I LOVE THE IDEA OF THE ASSISTANT OR THE FUNCTION MAKING THE DECISIONS. 
IT WOULD BE LESS DISAPPOINTING TO HAVE A BABY THROW ALL THE WORK OFF THE TOP OF A BUILDING.
TO CLARIFY I WANT MY SHOWS TO BE BETTER THAN THEYVE BEEN
BETTER AND BETTER AND BETTER
THERES ALWAYS SOMETHING THAT FEELS RESTRAINED WHICH I HATE. 
ITS IN THE EDITING PROCESS WHERE THINGSVE FALLEN SHORT
ARTISTS HAVE TO WEAR SO MANY HATS BECAUSE THE SYSTEM WE OPERATE IN IS SO NON FUNCTIONAL
YOUR EDITOR FUXANOTHER EMPLOYEE AND HES CANNED AS IF THATS NBD
THE BOTTOM LINE RELAXES
IMAGINE DFW S EDITOR FIRED AT THE DROP OF A HAT
IM NOT INTERESTED IN OPAQUE MINIMALISTIC RESTRICTION MOUSSE I WANT A SYSTEM THAT DOES THE EDITING FOR ME. 
MAYBE THIS WILL MAKE IT EASIER NOT TO DEPEND ON HUMANS. 
THERE MUST BE A WAY TO MAKE EFFECTIVE ART IN A FOREST OR IN A JUNGLE OR DOES GOOD ART REQUIRE A BUNCH OF SHARP STIX UP ASSETS?

OPEN TO CHANGE

UNSURMOUNTABLE MOUNTAINHOOD
SAMURAI HEART

u r the most beautiful human being i have ever seen


MONEY GAME HARD, PRESS GAME EASY

I COULD WATCH YOU
I COULD JUST WATCH YOU
I COULD WATCH YOU FOR A THOUSAND YEARS
PURR SLOWLY AWAY
A CHINESE CLOUD ROCK DISSOLVING AT THE BOTTOM OF A LAKE
I COULD WATCH YOU
I WILL GO TO THAT CALIFORNIA BIRTHMARK
THE SMOOTH SINEW OF YOUR BACK
I WILL SLIDE DOWN YOUR SKIN LIKE A BOAT SMELLING HAWAIIAN FLOWERS
I AM THE PRECIPITATION ON YOUR UPPER LIP
I AM THE DREAMS IN YOUR EYES
I AM THE FURIOUS GIGGLE OF YOUR TONGUE THAT SHIFTS INTO LAUGHTER
YOU ARE ME AND I AM YOU
THE ERRANT HAIR GROWING OUT OF MY SHOULDERBLADE
THE CURLED SMILE OF A CHILD ON THE EDGE OF MY MOUTH
I COULD WATCH YOU FOR A THOUSAND YEARS
I COULD WATCH YOU

You are a rose
You are a soothing sound
You are the door answered
Locked-out searing gum-stained Brooklyn shoeless sockless morning
You are the door answered
Peach colored hanging around my neck
I hold you in my hand and forget about the world
I forget that now you have to buy snacks on airplanes
I forget that dreams dont come true
You are the soothing sound
That I pray for in Buddhists temples
Laying blinded by the sun in late summer grass listening heart open
I need you so much, more than Ive ever needed anything
A couple holds hands in perfect stride rollerblading
I want you
The universe in your dappled eyes
Your beautiful fox eyes 
Lowering deep down into them
Lowering into you lowering into me like a secret cave
I step over a Chinatown mudpuddle
You are a Lotus
I wonder if I am the mud
Lets go South
Lets go Southeast
Lets go to California
Lets go anywhere
You are the destination
Lets be there
I could be a tear hanging from the edge of your green lined eye
I could be a fake xxxxxx gold hoop earring
I could be your spilling glass of water
I could be your upper lip sucking on mine
I could be the sweaty baby hairs stuck to the back of your neck
I want to be your street princess wisdom
I want to be your elephant flower wedding
I want to be your secret taco stand;
Your world
The dimple on the left side of your face is as perfect as a wave
I havent been this broke in a decade
Cling to me like badsmelling Jazz Man cologne
Cling to me like cowards cling to Portland or like sellouts cling to 538 Johnson Avenue
Cling to me like my heart clings to yours
I never understood love and now I understand everything
I am love 
You are love

Te kiero como las estrellas kieren brillar

KILL BILL 
TIE DIE 
50% OF MY MONEY 
TO A POET 
ON THE EASTSIDE
WHY HAVE TINDER WHEN YOU HAVE THE METYOU LOOK SO CUTE WHEN U NOD OFF

Heyyy
Im online
I havent had time to do research on your equipment
I feel bad but Ive also been kissing a girl that I really like and I needed that
Im going to Portland 2 weeks then coming back to Mexico
I cant wait to resume my life. Things have been amazing but too much fluxus
I wonder if you even believe me anymore. 
Thanks for not telling me about Deb while I was working on my show
She just makes me sad. I wish her the best 
Cant wait to get home and celebrate
I think things are changing but not externally, just inside me
Im not going anywhere. 

NVR HAVE I EVR

It just cuts througgg
It just pix througgg
I dont get it but it looks like something id get

then finally Mexico



A pair of lovers ask one another:
Did we know eachother in a past life? 
How is it that our love is so true? 
Why does this love feel so real, why does this love cut through all of our past compromises? 
Is it possible that lovers are merely the receptacle for love? 

Love being some sort of omnipotent ∞generational entity which imbues itself to human vessels. 

True love is too esoteric to believe in unless you are in the midst of it. And you being or not being in the midst of love is neither your choice nor your lover’s, its love’s choice. Maybe better written as a capital Love.  

Did love choose us? 

Or-- is that irresponsible? We must have a choice in the matter, right? 

Were we just not ready for this level of true love in previous engagements?

When love is evident it somehow becomes absolute truth. *There is nothing in this world that I am more confident in* than my love for you. 

Is love a style? 
Do we love each other in the same way? 
Must we?
Should the manner in which we love each other be perfectly synchronized to take optimal effect?


Is it like watching a couple holding hands rollerblading past a cathedral on the Upper East Side in perfect stride

You make me understand the Odyssey. You make me understand Munch. 

THERE ARE DEF. STILL THINGS TO BE POLISHED
REALLY WHETHER UR PRACTICE WANTS THAT
R NOT
ITS NOT A MATTER OF AESTHETIC pref ITS A MATTER OF THE IDEA BEING THE MOST CONCENTRATED AND IMPACTFUL+
OR WHATEVER
EMBELLISHMENT
OBJECTS ARE THE WAY WE TRAVEL TO THESE PLACES WE IMAGINE
BETTER QUALITY BASE EQUALS HIGHER TOWER DEEPER OCEAN
THOSE PANELS WERE SHIT
MATERIALITY PROTECTS YOU, OR IT LEAVES IT UP TO YOU, RATHER, AS OPPOSED TO THE BRONX PRODUCER OF THE WOODPANELS HAVING A BOTHERSOME SAY IN THE FINAL PROJECT
ITS GOING TO HAPPEN. I ENVISIONED A STUDIO FULL OF ASSISTANTS.

Insert picture
Change music
Consider The Byrds
Pass it over
Consider the action of passing over The Byrds and why
Put on Zen Garden Cherry Blossoms

POST PRESS RELEASE 

I THINK I NEED TO BE CAREFUL WITH MY ENTHUSIASM BEER

CHINESE ROCKS DIPPED INTO LAKES

I LEARNED THAT YOU WANT TO UNDERSTAND THE ENTIRE WORLD
I NEVER CONSIDERED THE POSSIBILITY
I AM INSPIRED BY THE ENTIRE WIDTH OF A SINGLE PERSONS WILL AND FAITH

I HEAR EVERYTHING THAT EVERYONE IS SAYING A LUCID MOMENT SHATTERED BY THE SCATTERING HERD

I DO LANGUAGE IN A STRANGE WAY
AND DONT MIND ITS MOST CLICHED FORMS
THEYR MY FAVE
PHOTOSHOP TOO

I WISH I SPOKE FRENCH AND IDKY

IDEAS FOR A NEW SHOW: 

<ALL THE IMAGES SAVED (SCREEN SHOTS, IMAGES 2 VANDALIZE) AND ALL THE SONGS DOWNLOADED INTO A VISUAL/SONIC BOOK>
THERE DOESNT HAVE TO BE ANY NARRATIVE OUTSIDE OF BEAUTY AND FEEL
AFTER THAT I CAN FIGURE OUT THEMES AND DIRECTIONS FOR SUBSEQUENT VERSIONS
MAYBE

IF YOU WANT TO SPEAK FROM PARIS 2 HERE U MUST SPEAK ENGLISH
I USE THE INTERNET ALL THE TIME BCUZ I WANT TO LEARN AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE

THAT FUCKING GROUP IS TOO TOO DAMN GOOD

NOBODY LIKE BEING TOLD THEYRE MAKING THEMSELVES SICK

THE WAY I DESIGN GALLERY SPACES ON A COMPUTER IS PAINTING
THE ANGLES I CHOOSE TO PRESENT ARE NO DIFFERENT THAN JEFF HORNACEK’S PREFERENCE ON THE ARCH

looking for decent quality jpgs of varying white cube spaces
i also need a more powerful computer. 
should the horizontal cut on bottom of  f,oor be jagged or flush?carcar bbe
Should the horizontal cut on bottom section of car be flush or jagged? jagged but exaggeratedly so. 
Cars on floor respond to yin yang - Physical arrangement and OUTKAST AQUEMINI on infinite repeat
INSANEPSFUA

Those Andre moves that Big Boi could neverhve thought of

When to use me puedo and when to use just puedo

These are sketches 
There are drawings 
There are collages
Its all the same


Cmon

------------------------------------------POST PRESS RELEASE
TRU AF
JOHANNES VOGT GALLERY
NEW YORK CITY
SEPTEMBER 2015--------------------------------------------

those light pink rings of real fleshtone around the eyes of donald trumps baked maybelline orange face

guau gurl i jus lookd @ ur IG 4 the 1st time in liek 3 yrs
loox like u r fme af now raww chilll

A SNAKE
A FLOWER OSEA
A WATERFALL

A HAND
A LICENSE PLATE
A BOX TRUCK
OSEA
NIGHTTIME

MAYBE PURE IS A GOOD GOAL
SHOOT THE MOON

Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Mowgli
I just spent the last two days sleeping. 
The show is so so simple,
I didnt realize how much making art takes out of me.
This is the most high stress situation Ive been in
But I survived it- to live another day of stress jaja.
My head was full of this heavy heavy weight and I couldnt read or talk or write
I didnt wanna make eye contact
I just looked at the sky and looked at the ground
N laid in bed watching The Ten Commandments. 
Now Im back to normal. 
Im in the gallery. I have a list of things to do. Im doing them. 
Your kiss is on my list.
Yours. 
Osea quiero que tu seas mi catarata
I want people to know me more than I know myself. 
I want to know you more than you know yourself. 
Maybe people can reveal me to me. 
Also I can reveal you to you. 
Also I realized that coffee is such an important thing. 
And also washing clothes every once and a while jajaja. 
Also my last $40 in my pocket
Lets eat tunafish sandwiches together and walk and walk
Lets walk.

THE SOUND PIECE FROM FRANCE IS CALLED FIELD

Do you spose that truths only exist for the amount of time it takes to think them?

I think about you as often as I notice my hands and feet. Im writing you letters and poems in my head all day, gorgeous phrases, short, snarky, economical, clever, deep, shallow. Loving ideas that encompass the way I feel about you; the way I feel about life too. Honest things. The extent of my ability to express anything. You are my parameter. Im trying to remember fragments as if theyll soon be lost. The minute I start physically writing everything vanishes. But there is something in my brain my heart my cadence and in my eyes that I cant prove in text. Its there. Its always with me.

Im worried I get lost babbling. Im somehow shy and nervous. Theres times when I know and theres just times when I dont. 

Sometimes when I freestyle its so much more pure. This is spellchecked though. I wanted it to make sense n Im choosing words carefully. I wish you could know what I think inside my head. It is as true as history. Its as true as a waterfall. Its as true as death. Its present.

Right now there are limits between us. They are temporary but they are there and I want to acknowledge and respect them. I want to work towards them shifting, expanding. Limits have to exist between people, its just that way. Our skin and our bodies compartmentalize us from eachother. 

I have never been in the position to know what I want with such clarity as I am now. I have never been in the position to see an opportunity floating through the air and be to reach out and grab it with such certitude. Im smiling more than I can ever remember. My face might not even be smiling but I am smiling. Im smiling when I see you smile. Im smiling when I think of you. Im smiling because you exist. 

KILLW BILLW TIE DIE
DUBDUBEFF
LIE 4R TINDER THIZZ JAWJACK LACK FLATTERY
(THE WAY WORDS LOSE MEANING)
THE BUILDYUP IS ALWAYS BETTER THAN THE PAYOFF INNIT
THESE CONCERTS ARE MY PCT
LAVENDER. RUBBING IT IN YOUR PALMS.
TRIPPING BALLZ AT A JAMIE XX CONCERT
IS MISSI
PPI
FAR ENUF THAT U HAVE TO TAKE
UBU UBER
???
FRINGE RITUALS
A SUBWOOFER BLOWING HOT AIR
KIXXEX

I might take drugs tomorrow and a robot might complete this writing once Im long gone
Blanket statements thrust passionately from the brain into a happenstance reality where nothing can be eternal
It sounds beautiful
The sound of the idea of it is
Its much earlier and much later in other places

Is the if you ignore it long enough it might go away the form of criticism that we most commonly practice?


tu eres mi cielo
tu eres mi catarata


CANT SLEEP OVER BACKYARD NEIGHBORS DRUNK VICE VOICES OH HERES THE ACOUSTIC GUITAR ITS REALLY HAPPENING CHILL SHIT MAY THE AIR CONDITIONER HUMS OF THE WORLD PROTECT US

I want to photoshop something for you.

...EXHIBITION CONTINUED

Strip down everything except the paintings and the sound. No graff on walls, no garnish, no “entertainment”
Respond to Painting. 

Combination snake drawing with flower drawing. 

1.Photoshop combined image and print various copies for analog manipulation.
1.Bondo surface 
2.Sand smooth 
1.Paint white. Spray Brush Beercan
4.Paint something sweet like flowers or beautiful words
5.Vandalize bullshit over top
7.Destroy all of your hard work with acetone
6.Sand edges
6.Hang


CULTURALLY 89+

The end of language is where your hand touches another human



SI ME DEJAS K ME DEJAS EN EL SOL
SI ME DEJAS K ME DEJAS EN EL SOL
SI ME DEJAS K ME DEJAS EN EL SOL
                                                               ∞

SUNSETSUNRISE EYES
NVR HAVE I EVR
HERMOSURA DURA
SCARLET OHARA IN CHANEL SWEATER
SONRISA DE CERA
SONRISA DE SIERRA
DAREDEVILS
BARRINGTON LEVY LEVELS
YO TELL ME
TELL ME ON THE LEVEL
I C U EVERYWHERE I C
I C U EVERYWHERE I C ME
GOT ME FEELING ICP
FEELING REAL TRU
TAN ICEY
COMO TU ONDA
CON TU ONDA 
CAMBIASTE MI MUNDO
OSEA VOODOO
GAME CHANGE JUDO
DIP CRU
WHIP CRU
PORLOMENOS JUJU
MIND ON U
BRIX CRU
HITS CRU
WEAR ME LIKE A VELVET TATTOO
IF I HAD U ID HAVE TO
I MIGUEL ADORN U
I ADORE YOU

listenin 2 4 songs that have nuttin 2 du w eacother at 1 loud af innit

like, lookin 4 a lucid moment namean
?

Its crazy how much I want to b in the same room as u
sleeping in bondo
electronica everything

Zen and the art of cage fighting


pb n j n pbr, bb
brb, bb

when curators b pushin artists like they got money on the line


come 2 new york lets b frugal 2gether


ET TU K?


when you reach down to the bottom of loneliness with a big spoon and dip out some tru g shit some tru space alien monk shit big dipper cave age shit that real shit

batting off mosquitoes under a polyester quilt


Heavy plodding lump

You are a travelling dewy gust
Gene Kelly on a lamp pole in the rain
Blows smog from my lungs 
Sloughs grey from my skin
Under my eyes the shadow of death vanishes
I worry that I am too much a beast
A frog
An embattled warthog
Hot orange fat carnita stain
You are the pool after the Temazcal
Mint leaves floating with ice
Clear
Mountainous
My head is in your cool pond
Just born
And I saw you

This morning I saw a model crying in a weed filled backyard

I was walking down the block to the corner store and a gust of deep loneliness blew through my body and into my bones 
I want to hug you and kiss you 

Lets go to Dim Sum

Your lips are covering everything
I have a lot of trust

It doesnt sound alien needs more Latin


U U U U U

you. 

What if a cave was just a bar on Belmont street? 


new york is the only city ive been to wher u either smoke cigs r pay rent

sweatin n sandin
beans n blankets
xochimilco cowboy knee shred
all in
u had me up
blisters n all
the coffee had me up
the beat 
the concrete 
the heat had me up
somethings gonna bring me down

SLEEPING POEMS:

There is a bumblebee sleeping on the blanket next to me 


U reflect the world into my eyes with your smile

Glassy beach simplicity drives deep into the meat of the thing Crosslegged under a tree, stripped of pretense, looking at the flower in your hair Hippopotamous Earth floats on.
Six Instagram posts 
Basement fans
White walls 
Changes in altitude
Changes in vissitude
In time zones
A Marigold backyard cloudscape
I will tell you all my secrets
About sunrises n sets
I will show you my teenage home -its not that bad
That place that I climbed
That place where I broke
Coy dissolved
U are fused to my consciousness
An all-of-the-sudden meteor flying endlessly
You make me want to learn dancesteps
Jump down waterfalls
And go into the jungle with no shoes on.


I heard you snore
I touched the soft skin above your hip
I try to look into your eyes through my computer
I got 2 do wtf I got 2 do

lana del rey wants 2 b cat power so effing bad
4 sunrises in a row


I know that Im supposed to sleep and youre supposed to sleep so I sleep 
I could watch you fold clothes in a yellowlit basement for 667 hours
Its worth 1 laugh over my sausage fingers

END. 

Is graffiti figurative?

If I could see you every day Id see you every day

Look at Peter Doig’s work (finally)
Look at Matisse’s work (finally)
=things u do when u start 2 get old (me)

I read an article
That only art people look at art
Maybe art is made just for art people
but then one day it ends in a museum and people the worldover see it. 
Who would u rather?
And?
Can we not wait for that? 
idk
really who cares
i love to make it
i fux w it
i mean im fucking obsessed with art
that sounds so lame but
being around it etc
i wonder 
if i do really love
yea art is like religion it gives people like me purpose
or am i just convincing myself
did i just build this in my head to do this ridiculous thing
wut a stupid business model that would b
i kno that i love seeing that mountain, driving towards the lodge, the smell of Juniper in Bend
first day pretty girl butterflies on ecstasy in electronic concerts 
w beer spilled pants laying in dried grass barbershop backyards staring at nightclouds
when i talk about my ideas my book friends tell me im a romantic n its always meant 2 b beta-condescending
who isnt romantic when theyr staring at the ocean? bruh!
i read that u wrote that u dont want poems any more
a painting can def. b a haiku

---TRU AF—

I am not an academic
I do not care about philosophy or the future
I look deeply at things
Simple things
I get lost looking into them
Listen touch and smell them
Think of them 
Think of combinations of them
or negations or manipulations of them.

THE SOUND OF AN OLD AIRPLANE

I DONT WANT 2 KISS U I WANT U 2 KISS ME

GETTING OVER SHIT BUT STILL BEING FUCCD UP BY SHIT

UM NATURE IS BEAUTIFUL
ALSO COLD
CALCULATED NONTHEATRICAL PROJECTED MYSTERIOUS FEAR 
DEAD AND MALICIOUS CANCER
NIGHTTIME HYENAS SHREDDING BUSH FLESH TEETH CLATTERING GROSS BONE THUDS AND GNASHES

whens the last time u****TRUUUU********


TRU DAT AF BOII 2

PRETTY PRETTY GIRL 
U R SMART

KILLW BILLW DOG PILL
TIE DIE

Some of this stuff is jokes
Some times there are flashes of deep sincerity but who wants to go mining
itll be important later on or maybe thats just my mommy talking
I herd Jeff Koons is usin truck nuts wut a buzzkill 
*broken heart*
im just not willing to believe that u have it all together
all those smart fucking titles and blanched backgrounds
suudosiiences
everything is moving all the time these words are just words here today gone 2mrrow
I make shit because thats what I make that day that second yes its informed by everything and yes I love talking about art but in alot of ways I make these things so the conversation can end or begin, apart from me

My friend Yanni told me I look like a junkie

My cousin asked me y I dont have a septum ring
U have to be a real fucking narcissist weirdo to write 300 pages about urself and think its beautiful
I foundout Ill probably lose my mind nothing blowing air edge of cliff like Willem when I went to the Bank and couldnt remember anything at all you dont function normally nemore

No sympathy
Existential Fuccboiism



god slang in spanish can be beautiful (#GODSLANG)



I will always remember Too Short talking about Lil B saying that you are not supposed to rap off the dome he broke shit

BLANKET OF HAND SELECTED CRITICAL EXPERIENCES

I remember when I lived in NY seeing that everything gets more polished and more press-ready over time. Everyone eventually prepares their shpiels better and better. Things smoothen out like rocks in a river. I wonder if thats the only way, if thats the only direction things can go in. 
I wonder what happens if the rocks get more rough over time.

if things start out sharp and clean and devolve into a million bits and fragments. I think that is the model the internet is showing to be possible. Sounds good in theory but application is a different question. 

Ive always wondered about the figuration that Jackson Pollock was returning to

What would Basquiat be making if he were alive today

A CANVAS DIPPED IN INDIA INK
TOTALLY SUBMERGED
TOTALLY TOTALLY SUBMERGED
W A FISH HOOK THRU IT
FISHING
FISHING FOR SOMETHING
FISHING FOR SQUID

I got tired of being a famous twenty-something artist so I converted my whole website into an artbase page I am gerhard richter and Im preparing my estate for my post-mortality

God I am such a hater.

nop ahorita estoy en vuelta no pasa nada 

ART IS AN EMBER AND WE CARRY IT TO THE NEXT

My grandfather will die soon. 
Old dark cobra eyes
Insane Picasso eyes
A deep hole that you can look into forever
They flash past, the truest thing that you know about yourself 

SMART AMERICANS

SSO LITT AS FUCC YO

Duchamp, et all.

Let me sit in the shade of a hot metal day
abscess folly rubric brood 
and i dont wanna explain nuthin
2 coy koi

4 movies x day keeps everything away


HOT GIRL AT THE OREGON COAST
SUMTHINS GOTTA B REALLLY WRONG W U
4 U 2 B TH——
Y R U HERE?
ARE U AT THE WINE BAR LISTENING TO WORLD MUSIC? 
WHERE DOES A NICE GiRL GO? 
ARE YOU AT THE PEACOCK TAVERN??
NICE GIRLS DONT GO TO THE MOBY DICK!
RICH GIRLS AT THE OREGON COAST
THEY MIGHT GO TO EMBARCADERO 
OCEAN FRESH 4 SURE
R DO U JUST STAY IN GEARHART?
LOL

I practice lateral thinking and oblique strategies. My mom turns into a little gay bitch.

Beautifully Timed Knees
The announcer describes a knockout by knee to the chin as MAGICAL
This old man
Always movin at the jaw
dont kno nothin about no Shoeless Joe
crying at the scene when he plays catch with dad

Im looking at 17th century french painting and im uncomfortable. Ive seen enough portraits of cherry cheeks to last purgatory. Where is the marrow. Its just that theres nothing here to mine No questions left unanswered. One Courbet painting that looks like a Bob Ross, Sol answers that he mustve painted it with his feet. Even and especially if you dont like art it should do something for u or just fade away. The chemical lavender scent of the museum bathroom as an impactful experience. The hum of the ventilation. Kimberly-Clark stainless steel. BOBBYS CLASSICAL MUSIC RADIO Dad Bod one outfit beach meth high fash

echale ojis
allu mofuccrs kno wut ur doing so i dont wanna kno wut im doing its hard but it sounds facils callas 

If this limp grey oversteamed mass of squash could tell you a story. Fanfare for the common man. Salmon fishing lures. Im drying out in the States, man, it wasnt my choice tho

GORGE GORGE GORGE

I am sorry but I dont see what the big deal with gifs is



GORGE

Being an artist is just proving that you are alive

Reading is lame.

lol I cant get in2 the art scene here im stuck at my moms house watching streaming romcoms

WE R ONLY US

My dad is a car freak. 

Youre single again. You have time. Memories start coming back. You do sit ups and try to get in shape again. You stare at yourself and have flashbacks. You take painkillers and lay in tropical places and think about your childhood. 

Hands in engine blocks pulling metal out and putting metal in. 

This thing happens when you are profoundly sad and alone that you real how gorgeous quietness is. Small piercing emotions that come from a deep place. 



Some days I think that art needs to compete with the loudness of the world and somedays I know that silence is the loudest thing.

I got into remix culture many many years ago but have been living the last 6 r 7 years 24·7·365 listening to mega slowed down chopped n screwed everything. I kind of only really consume it when Im by myself, however, bc for the people around me its just too funny/hard to take seriously, I get that. I was first interested in searching for stuff like Beethoven that was as far from Rap (the niche where C&S was born and remains harbored to this day) then Lilith Fair style 90s stuff all the way to Black Metal, Country (duh), World Music, anything I could find outside Rap (which is now Pop in every sense of the word). Most things I searched for I couldnt find, which was shocking. It was one of the first times Id ever googled something to no avail. *No search results* feels like the anti-christ...my instinct told me that that was a good thing, something I could run with and push. Over the years via looking and looking the search evolved towards the worst produced (unproduced, reproduced?) versions possible- the version that most rips the song away from its roots. If 4 versions come up, often times the longest song is the worst. That means its slower than usual or the remixer overloaded it, which is exactly what Im looking for/learning from. This remixing process can either be formulaic or not, and when its the "most not" is when the musical experience is most altered. The majority of things I couldnt find remixed I just chopped and screwed myself. I have the best programs in the world but I use some free-to-download shit program because I dont want too much control. Bad chopped and screwed music absolutely smothers the beat and the lyrics, making abstraction out of realism, and Im REALLY bad at it. Throw content into this paradigm and the wheat totally separates from the chaff. It then becomes totally active, cannot fall back and recede into ambience, and totally actively affects any context its in. I hope that this will extend into more or all aspects of my life as time goes forward. 


REMXIED SELF


CRAYONS ON CEILING

A REBEL YELL SOUND PIECE CALLED KILL WHAT U LOVE
or something

Fine girls’ stomachs.

Blues is the worst
or are the worst
no one knows

Sleeping on two tiny beds connected together each one with a metal frame on wheels. They seem like good beds but theyre bad beds just like humans In the middle of the night the beds roll far apart and I become a sleep walking Jean Claude Van Dam splitting btwn Volvo trucks 

I bet he just watch a movie likkkeeee
I halfway fell asleep and I imagined one of my future gallerists secret obsession with watching only Megan Fox´s indy projects. 

If you just took Richter and like gave him some 2pac and some drugs. Idk -something


PORTLAND OREGON STOCKHOLM SYNDROME

The practice of projecting of ethnic racial gender cliches onto art depending on the profile of the maker needs to die

A flexed bicep with MUSEUM tattooed on its apex

420 space time continuum oregon bro



I hate to admit it but I think art is a code language for smart people
Either that or decoration for rich people
I cannot decide what the difference is

tru luv boi
karen black nude stack
microbrew tom collins bruh

idk wut everything means nemore but
everything must expand into everything

1 monkey with 1 typewriter
∞ monkeys with ∞ typewriters

The flag kissed my cheek like a Portuguese Man-o-War tentacle in the darkness a pluff black bilge
Cold Auschwitz horror airconditioning vents
2 much finesse n nitpicked particularity false offset of the industrial neekay
Seriality makes everything interesting and kills and sterilizes everything
Clever anachronisms
Hot Korean grocery store art girl
Hot Mike Kelley art girl
Hot Mexican art girl that will assuredly kill my vibe - I want to see your body
The gargantuan back door wide open depressured space summer flies cutting squares in squadron formation
Put the tattoo gun on the floor of Bikini Wax rub the pacifier on art museum hand rails and insert it into your childs suckling ectomorff tru blu gourmand peculiarity gums
The building that looks like a website
A show full of things not to look at that exactly copy things to look at
PENTTI MONKONNEN TROPICANA TRAINYARD
DEEP FOCUS FAUX FUCCBOII
SBWAY SNSET

This gorilla is so handsome. 

This techno song from the beginning of Hackers has been the light of my life for the last forty-eight hours. I just got deported from Mexico but somehow that didnt even get me down. How am I supposed to brood when things just cannot dip below a certain threshold of amazingness? I made a great drawing on newspaper I snatched crumpled out of the bottom of the trashcan, toiletseat doorhandle and anyother fucking thing that could transition into a weapon removed. They just stared and stared at me in my american flag tie-dyed Marina Del Rey shirt and flip flops. Fresh off a posi-profit-margin art vacation while the room had trudged through south american borders head down not knowing their fates. I too would run from Honduras. Nothing could keep me in Honduras. The fuzzy repeating infomercials started to break me, I imagined Guantanamo, chopped and screwed music would be effective, I finally understood what the word privileged meant. I am at my friends vacant apartment leaning over the beach on the end of the westside ordering food online and theyve been stuffed back into war zones with wads of useless american dollars in their tucked-in pockets. I just wrote an essay using the word chain promethean mark-making archetype and my friends and relatives die of seminatural causes. 

TEN FE! 

Nom de plume game ALMA D´OLA

At customs just explain that you are a trust fund baby

Yesterday I bought $50 chocolate brown leather Rainbow flipflops. Today I bought $33 Oregano Oil drops. I drove down that same road and looked for that graff about love. I saw the alternating rows of magenta and white orchids at Whole Foods and I knew everything is evil.

GOT@POW

FUCC FLOWERS
Pinto beans red rice battered shrimp beach house mezcal
FOB AF PC AF
The Lacma elevator smells like pharmies THE POTENTIAL ENERGY OF WAITING FOR BURDENS PIECE ABOUT POTENTIAL ENERGY
Rich as fucc Bad Boy as fuccin fucc Mazerati as fucc 
BAD DAD

My friend reached out and clasped a fly my other friend destroyed a fly with a swiffer sweeper I want to fly, fly
My friend has a historical ratking in his ceiling


THE BOEING 787 DREAMBUS HAS THE ENTIRE FLEETWOOD MAC - RUMORS ALBUM FOR PASSENGERS TO LISTEN TO I TOUCHED DOWN TO LAX LISTENING TO THE CHAIN IT WAS LIKE A FUCCIN LEO DICAPRIO MOVIE CHILL AS FUCC BRUH GET PAYPER. 
4 MYLES

U just see shit

A bodywash that makes us smell like robots


Bacalao stuck in throat on Slauson Ave. Weird dark glamour n ur bad fuckin namedrop. Highway


Lions r so cis flowers r so cis birds r so cis

Nothing wholesome Rats in the ceiling Come do selfies

If u were Kaws wuld u feel like a fuccin baws r wut


Im in LA instagraming hamburgers thanks 4 the memories dogg HARDSTACK PANCAKES Something about something incomplete down 2 the wire

I btr not get a tacc in my tire u feel

Pinetree moving forward

if ur really down 4 the movement center all ur work at 4'20" this is a secret signal to illuminati collectors 

When these wrinkle-free rooftop artists go to their parents houses to celebrate holidays - what does that scenario look like? 

i thot this one lecture group was guna b fun n casual it just turned into (more) masturbatory academia like everything else (here (there)) and broke a new land speed record doing it. heres somethin clean to cleanse ur palette.  

u wear cashmere sweater vests i wear cashmere sweater vests lets wear cashmere sweaters vests 2gether

I like the idea that George Baselitz doesnt know that the internet exists. 

The white cube talks. 
How much of the work does that cube do?! It really pulls the room together

SHAVE UR HEAD N FLY SOMEWHERE

People start growin up n pro’in up n actin really serious like u never saw them blow chocolate milk out their nose laughing. Mask off consistency on. 

Uhhh like just like sell it all oseaaa idonevenwanna see it again

Stealing vanilla ice cream from the church freezer. Finger banging behind the pipe organs.

Kenny a great fat man dirty white nursing sneakers belly overhang permeating slowly from the threadborn hydraulic seat of the semitruck fingers curled fixed crippled grey mustache tip dyed permanent cigarette yellow. 

Whats the difference btwn kim kardash n a really xpensive mirror?

I.P. Freely

When I first started reading your prose we didnt click it and I. I thought u were a badass writing like a poet about being like a badass. Turns out u r a nerd writing like a poet about being a badass and that jives w me.

Im just freestyling w u rite nau but later im gonna give u the airplane

If you go to the museo de chopo I give you permission to TURN THE SPEAKERS ALL THE WAY UP on my piece. Thanks but no thanks. Art should be respected by institutions or the institutions should get fucked. Im sorry that museum guards might not like sound pieces chattering redundantly forever but buu huu thats ur job baby. Fin. The car is not the piece its a pedestal for the piece these days people just need something to photograph dont they?!

SELL COLD MOLD OLD

Release a bunch of praying mantids in the gallery with Windows 95 screensavers projected all over the place (make sure you do a vertical reflect with water techs) and 2814 vaporwave streamin out the pedestalled Bose portable (repurposed wood) bury the original 4gig iPod under the sand of the floor install. Ur good 2 go. Oh wait, hire someone to write something. Something about timelessness. Okay cool. 

remix culture, dj culture, kenneth goldsmith culture, piratesbay culture, rihanna culture, richard prince culture, our parents culture, block everybody, block everything

I looked at Purple Diary today it made me feel bad about myself like feeding Carls Junior to a baby ad infinitum

Yeah I think thered be some commish splitting but commish splitting is better than no commish at all. pull da trigger

get ex gurlfriends ex gallerist hookd on horse at night

Honesty is trending. Not bc its trendy but bc were finally at the bottom of the barrel. Being at the bottom the barrel is trending.

Just Kids nostalgic temazcal hot dirt gasping with mint head under a waterfall screensaver sky Mayonnaise

turning a show space into an entertaining color palette is trending so hard- Fuckin dumb collectors will be so excited until 2017 at least. <--- bad for brand (b4b)

My Mom says it sounds like a broken record
- but we dont even know what a record is -
shoutsouts moms

But really. 

a dark thing moving in the left corner of your left eye a dog tears foam out of a lounge chair

But really, 
Ive stopped djing n laughing
druudumb autechre autocare eutow u-tow
tired of Thomas’s templates

Thank u for associating with to burts bees

Im beginning to understand the financial power of accents in literal language

ASTRO BOY GEORGE MICHAEL JACKSON POLLOCK

hoo r u guna rent ur airbnb 2?

My brain shut down half way through this weekend the future somehow shines i dont understand why
Life is bologna. Dry out n hold down. When you come back from an intense hike n u take all your gear out n let it oxidize in the sun. hanging on a clothesline surrounded by friends dull and customary and ritualistic.


tech me bro

The Market: Artworld Global Warming?
Will you explain to me why this theme is so omnipresent and "matters" so much? If the art market bursts and Jeff Koons cant make money anymore, will artists stop making art?
You will be dead soon, so will I. I want to make art, the best and the most art I can before I die. Asi de plano. YOLO.
Dave Hickey GTFO. There are more billionaires and millionaires than ever, the ultimate 1% of the leisure class do not give a fuck about anything, hate being alive, cannot find stimulus, have purchased all the most perverse sensations the world offers and have found that inflating the prices of bad Picassos is the only/best stimulus they could find in their tiny tiny little pathetic worlds. Foxcatcher. What does that have to do with the larger health and growth of the artworld? The Artworld The Artworld The Artworld. A facet of The World that is as driven by gossip and sensationalism as any other, that is as dry and boring a.f. as any other, and that, as all others, has nothing better to do than generate income on Bubble Burst fear mongering clickbait. This is the economic logic I keep hearing "smart people" in my community talking about (and DRIVING). 

Wheatpaste paper over the lights and bring in fluorescent setups so thatthings look good n goon n fuccd

portable fluorescent adolescent

I am going to turn 30 years old next month. When I think- I havent done or seen much- but when I look at things and listen to music I remember a lifetime of stories. Heres to another lifetime and more stories. And thank god for cameras and speakers. 

Triple Ekís

Gay marriage papi pistolero

Dark dog duty rape

Koko kimono

FIND UR BEE
FIND UR B

This is how we interact with people

I am part of the diaspora
I want to be part of the

mozart deja vu
bad band

wifi π

Heaven would rain like Cuernavaca

Adam Sandler would put Hootie and The Blowfish on his soundtrack

The ghost of helen kellers clitoris
Clamshell Boy
I found hunter s thompsons source material
gumballls dripping into a frosty swimming pool
Each letter.

Im not gay but my boyfriend is

Thank Anubis for music
Thank Anubis

Being alive is a fucking symphony. Norway, zebra, dog bark, familiar cackles, wailing beautiful voices wind against your skin a green light the plunge of an animal into a body of water the tattered sunsetting black on yellow skyline of palmtrees cymbals crashhhhhh together you look wind on toes as things taper into nothing. Open your mouth violently to pop your eardrums and adjust to the setting world on a tablecloth. 

VIRTUOUS PAIRS OF HOLY UNDERWEAR
TINFOILED THINGS
3:33 IS THE REAL 666
SILICONED OIL PANS
OREGON SALESMANSHIP
OPEN GARAGE
BACKSIDE BLACK HOES
XOCHIMILCO FLOWER POTS
TRUCKNUTZ
CEMENT N LORAZEPAM
LOWL, BRUH
WET CIGARETTE BUTTS IN THE MONSOON
WHEN I FINALLY DISPLAY MY UNDRRWEAR IN AN INSTITUTIONAL CHAPTER THIS WILL CLOSE

Tin foil bonsai tin foil cowboy boots tin foil coffee cup tin foil car wheels painted black matte.

^ that s wut I thought of last night ^

Listen to extraordinary wealth speak


Being alone with ur work all the time is a double edged blade
One one hand shit is off the hook
The other hand got cut off and turpentine is dripping out the hole. Send Angel medic.

If I wernt an artist n u wernt an artist wed call chother bruh,
bruh.

Dude I cant even work bc facebook addiction wtf jaja
How can u make paintings that spam or troll Painting

Hummingbird Smuggling two beautiful successive words
Curvy Butt Bitches three
Canadian music


There are very few other things that feel off limits. I do not accept the life of a human or the death of a human as art. When that woman had a baby in a birthing pool in a Brooklyn gallery it was deeply offensive. Brazilian Jiu Jitsu is better than traash art any day and if you are going to imitate it as art or whatever at least get the right mats.



:(

INPERFECT

Im not going to hide behind any image anymore fuck image my work will speak for itself

AND MY WILL WILL SUPPLANT ANY OBSTRUCTION WITH A SOLUTION.

monet knockoffs to zoomed in bad renders of coiled ribbons omg this is what happens when u autoenslave 4 fast$
we have one brand for our whole life. Unless ur Rob Pruitt u dont get a redo.
Cada kien.
slow slow burn a candle a revolver the best surfboard let things roll creeping and vast like a glacier consuming along unstoppingly into a great crescendo broadshouldered instead of fast and overnight like the death of an old man

Getting lost in hype and inflated ego is the exact opposite of everything I work towards. 

What about listening to Joan Osborn WHILE eating from a hardshell taco bar. Is that better than Rikrit? 


I used to think arguing about stances on art was fruitful...that criticism created growth. Now I think its a waste of time and energy. Artists make shit as they must. All people do as they must. As simple and as complicated as everything is and isnt at the same time. Im listening to Alannis Morisette. Im watching Corey Haim movies that I used to watch on VHS. Some of my friends have died and Im still alive. Im being nostalgic and remembering where I come from and fusing together some broken bones that were left untended for a long time. Part of being an adult for me is putting my pistol on the poker table. Moving foward is one of the best feelings.



Two of my old neighbors died. 
My interest in _____ died. 


Im going to make shit.

Pay quadruple the rent to live in a tenement building with hijo de papi cocaine dealers. Greatly increase your access to bad one night stands.

congrats
your moms are rich
& beautiful

I dont give a fucc about Venice

I give a fuck about lightning and getting high on spraypaint
and swearing to the point of bad nothing change the pageness not wearing gloves or shoes and all my friends telling me Im gona die all the time
They r probably rite
I met a realhipster I thot I could handle it but I couldnt
Ill b your hipster
Ull be my fresa
Lets all b politicians

Mexican Manifest Destiny

Will you be the president if they knew you fucked a GILF 
One night in Cuernavaca
(Haiku)

Weeping tears to ur eyes follows ur drunk coping mouth to its burrough. People wallow into eachother. Nature horrible exuberant intended realized mistaken misveyed veyed a hiking movie in huge boots skewed across a foreign bed facepillow a challenge a weird place im sad. I liked how you laughed throat open lower teeth exposed over and over u had braces? is putting on smart music to show ur not wut Im looking 4 tho? 400 peso shots. Driving drunk with real rich mexicans I thought he had special plates no just cant be stopped where the fuc am I. Rodrigo says take my time. Finishing loose ends.


REMINDER 2 PUT ON CV: Caucasian/HATES golf

Is the idea of something always better than the reality of said something or is said something always better than the idea of said something or sometimes

Set a trap. Set a trap in public. Set a trap on the internet in writing in public. Wait.
I never did politics but from now on I dont do politics.
Oregon is beautiful
1 Fork
1 Spoon
1 Knife
1 Plate
1 Bowl

Context Color Blocking. I said that hands and feet are #trending and I was not joking in the least bit.

House of Cards does help u "do" art

A playlist called BLEED with one song, the saddest song Waltz #1 Waltz #2 Waltz #1 aka Music That Sounds Like Portland Feels

New mosquito bites.



Forgetting things

Waiting for the muchacha to leave so u can watch porn

I or You

Fact: Everything will remain inept as long as I remain cloistered semi-crying.

Something things with punctuation and some things without punctuation. Things that evoke other things. Chains of letters that evoke things that evoke other things. Chains of things that evoke even more things. 

One thing that Im really good at is destroying things. Things I love. Things I surround myself with. Stupid things like clothes and books and art and people. I will never destroy my navy blue ainsworth hat (NFS) and I will never destroy my baseball glove (NFS) and everything else is fair game. Do you remember that scene from 5th Element where the bad guy explains how death creates life? That scene is always bandaided somewhere to me.

Even when you are rushing through a museum you are searching for justification for yourself

When you play center fielder, and the ball is hit in your direction, it is required that you step backwards first, even if you will eventually be running forward to attempt the catch.

Hagakure Wikipedia page

I save articles to read but I just cannot bear to. I am not a reader apparently, Im not a writer either. The curator to my left at dinner last night said I am and that my writing is the glue of my discourse. What discourse. I wouldnt want to read this babble. I dont. An editor whos really a writer but prefers to say hes an editor bc maybe hes not confident in his writing told me Im not a writer. He calls himself a technician. I just think hes clever, but how clever can you be if you know you are clever and dont thrust yourself at things and into things with all capability balls out. Smart people choosing underwhelming objectives is one of the absolute most frustrating aspects of having peers. 

That my writing is an extension of my artistic body. What body and what art? If you cant write about it- it doesnt fully speak, right? Even the most hyped up New Media gestures demand long winded explanations. We really orgasm best when we preach to the choir.

Why the fuck do we make things to look at if we are just going to have to end up talking about them? Am I doing this for you? What are you doing for me? Are you smart? If you arent smart, why are you here? Why not *just* talk? Can we talk without "things" to be addressing? I guess not. The best part of having a show is the part at the end where you leave. I also like the part where you are outside for half the time then a week later you email your dealer to see if you sold anything. 

Alot of Nick Drake and alot of jacking off for no reason. 
Some pills but now theyre gone. Therell be more. Theyre fun. 

I was sitting in my boxers on a cracked wooden stool smoking a cigarette staring into the night reflection of myself in the partially open window of my extremely bright studio with tiny shards of broken lightbulb glass on the floor barefoot walking gingerly. I told myself that I am a survivor. Not out loud or anything, but in and from my guts. I believed it. It was the least victimized and most true thing Ive told myself lately. It helped me. I was looking at my physique. When your single again you have to start thinking about sexual viability. I know Ill be fine. I had a weird mental list of all the women I wanted to fuck but now that its become a real possibility: repercussions start to creep in. Some of them are just far too valuable to me as friends people I really want to be able to connect with and depend on and have depend on me for the rest of my life and if sex doesnt create it fucking kills- others are just horrible horrible people with attractive bodies. Maybe pheromones. I wonder where I fall in to all these scales and judgements. Have people been appraising me similarly? This new reality that I am facing really freaks me the fuck out. Like- the real reality.

I tried to express today my joy to find out that Nina Beier copies other artists or combines the work of other artists I "know" and I felt relieved to know that she is not a genius, just a dedicated artist scrolling down the feed like the rest of us, and this girl insulted me maybe for not targeting a dude even though I had targeted the douchiest dude possible with total vitriol that same day. I remember one time when an art writer blasted Angel Otero for being a shitty painter and it caused a huge blowback because there are more white bros to be targeted. Most white bros are so fucking boring that the just dont illicit any kind of a critical response. Its like critiquing PORRIDGE. Do we really need to critique porridge? Dont we just collectively understand in our DNA that it is boring af. Yawn. I wonder if Im one of them. Probably to alot of people, but those are the breaks. You dont critique art that makes you feel absolutely nothing- you just dont think about it ever ever again. Everything (99% of things) makes us feel absolutely nothing. Im not talking about profound Heidegger (sorry for name dropping, I promise I havent really read his stuff) nothingness, nor the bland basic boring way that Mexicans who try to write in American slang cant help but to punctuate everything. 'Sup. No-these are both actually interesting phenomenons. I mean forgettable nothingness like how portions of food at expensive restaurants are tiny. Or how Tacos Frontera doesnt make any impression but its open late and you eat it when you are drunk- only to be forgotten by the morning. Such obviously deadhorsed overbeatenly redundant subject matters that our brain protects us by dropping the subject cold. We critique art that makes us feel absolutely something, something else, off the normal richter, the Richter, good or bad. 

Why are we all so fulfilled by having such stupid obtuse niche agendas that blind us from the big picture. Maybe for the same reason. Our brains are protecting us from thinking about death and negligibility and the gravitas of the universe and our lack of.  

Life feels heavy and sluggish right now. My mom is checking in on me sending me heart emojis on facebook. I spent the afternoon crying and then decided not to watch the boxing match bc I knew in my heart that Mayweather would win and I felt like that, of all stupid uncontrollable things, would be the straw that broke the camel’s back. 

I remember being at this really kitschy over the top Van Gogh show in Paris and shooting with joy to see how fucking bad unachieved poorly executed some of his work was. The majority of the show in fact. We are just people. We all have divorced parents and at one time or the other we all sit naked at night looking into reflective surfaces.

I dont believe art changes the world. Its so personal. It has changed my worl- provided me with an obsession just justifies my waking up everyday. I used to resent Pedro Reyes bc I thought his subject matters were bullshit, but now that Im learning to relax I can see the same thing in him. Art gives him a structure to try to understand the world. Its the jungle gym that we most enjoy playing on, maybe we do/dont know why, but at least we respond to that need to play, and have come here to these particular monkey bars. And in return we begin to build a world around us that satisfies this want to play.   
Im working on a show right now that doesnt really have an academic spine. Thats the goal. There is a lot of paint everywhere. Thats the goal. And Im pissed off about the fact that Im sure Ill receive flack for this. Everyone is looking for the fucking fluff everywhere and its just not part of art culture that Im willing to partake in. Ill tell jokes, play politics, give opinions, scratch backs, parties, blah, but the fluff thing I just cannot abide by. Does it make you feel smart or cultured to go into a bullshit fluffy art show? Sorry, but I cant help you there. And as such everyone’s stupid fucking agenda will butt into my agenda, which is to try to be honest and immediate and immediately honest and earnest and respectful towards how Im feeling in the moment that Im making that particular thing, and how that is utterly different than any other moment that Im making any other thing. Fine its an agenda, it just doesnt purport to save the world. I think I am smart but I am not hellbent on proving that to you. And in our world, a world of Napolionic prepotence, a collection of the worlds most dysfunctional people trying to out-manipulate eachother, I just dont lie enough. This could be a lie though too. I could be a great liar.

I am not mad, Im just passionate. Its always been hard for me to be critical and jokey at the same time. And I usually cut to the chase. But I wrote about crying earlier so everything should be balanced out. Lol.

If fucking TOCA doesnt get fluorescent lights its going to really fuck up my work and I know they wont and sorry but a space that doesnt photograph well is not a space anymore. It is 2015. Do you really want an alcoholic art writer taking a blurry yellow 2009 Blackberry pic of the work under spotlights? That is neither my idea of letting the people do the promotion nor being responsible about damage control? Frieze D/E is tearing up artists, but at least the works have good lighting, lol. Should I just pretend the internet doesnt exist even though it is solely responsible for my being in this position? I think it will be a waste of time to express this to the gallery (again) but its a festeringly deep concern. We all have to get with the program sooner than later. Or we just stop and move to the easiest place possible probably near to where our moms live and work at an office and drift off thinking about suicide because at that point life truly does become worthless. Someone told me that being a secretary at an office is the most insane thing a human can do and while I dont know what that means I agree. 




I fucking hate humans. Its not my fault either, they are just so fucking fucking hateable.

Cannot hear shit over the industrial fan but if Big Seans on its game time. newayz


N licherally if u sit on wood stools its bad 4 datass real badd



I feel like everyone is doing this and thinking this and just like this- in this manner I mean. How do you get away from all of that...I mean, into your own channel. Maybe that is what artists r really pursuing. Even talking about politics or money or sex or beauty or robots or death is just away to understand ourselves.


A PAINTING THAT IS JUST PINK AND RED

Feeling things is not as fun or mystical or profound as I thought it would be. It just fucking sucks. No thank you, kind sir. 

I met an old man with a long white beard and glasses who ran an office supply store by Chelsea Market. I have no idea how it stayed in business. Dusty shelves holding packs of lawyer's rule notepads and carbon copy paper. Like when you go into an empty corner store and you know its really just a drug front. A one foot high pile of handwritten ledgers invaded the surface of his desk, the only furniture. It was raining and I was looking for a pack of simple printer paper for a series of paintings. He invited me inside and his wife brought us coffee and he spoke to me about Wittgenstein for two hours and how we should never say "I think." Ive written about this before, but am currently having a flash back of this, seven or eight years later. He had a red rubber stamp that said "Think Before You Think" that he stamped on my notebook. We only knew eachother for two hours of our entire lives, but my brain always reminds me of him every time I make one of my stupid narcissistic daily statements. I know it was real but I cant prove it. It is possible for one human to affect the life of another human forever.

Based in the rolling corn flatlanded oilwells of North Dakota Based jumping out the windows in Portland Oregon
Based in brown weed Arizona movie theatre dust devils
Based in a jagged open can of Bushwick stench beans
Based in a keyboard rejoicing and inciting
Based in a sidewalk bloodlet kidnapped ex-stepdad Mexico


A DOG PEES ON MY SHYT CONSTANTLY WITHOUT PAUSE 

A messy dream I cant quite articulate

Hot summer crying laying in the fan covering my dick with a pillow so I dont get mor bites
Mad at my ex girlfriend but dont know y
It was too without crescendo 
like I have the right
Paint da rims. Paint da calipers

Maybe the worst part of being alive is being out of coffee.

I used to be a dishwasher at Quizno’s
You should see my kitchen

I used to be a janitor
You should see my toilet

Cigarettes taste really bad
I have these left over foil packets of tramadol i want 2 glu them on everything

NEW LEAF

Bid once- shame on you. Bid twice- shame on me


Arent we all rich kids with 200thousanddollar educations critiquing capitalism?

live sound performance crouched in a corner in skinny jeans w top of skinny butt out boxer briefs

Spend your whole life making shit that you show your friends online. Who are we asserting dominion over. A couple of fake magazines bankrolled by diamond companies. No 1 gives a fuck I cannot believe how self important we r

I wish I was out of ideas. Totally out. Permanent writers block. A pox on my house. I think from that vantage I could make some cool shit. What does burnout feel like. What does abusive divorce curbside nothingness feel like. Why do men fantasize about threesomes but not about women being presidents. I got drunk with a 60 year old man last night he yelled that women need to learn to be autonomous I thought what the fuck do you know about women. I was at a country club yesterday the waiter asked me to take off my hat I said no. Nobody puts Baby in the corner. They were talking about IslamChristianityCatholicism I pulled out a heavy wad of 6,000 pesos and threw it hard onto the table

A bunch of a artists sit around watching UFC pay-per-view snorting

PERFEC

A bean stuck in the tread of my b.f. goodrich

I love the way we all put up with the sounds of our neighbors fucking police sirens trying to push thru traffic so so much honking pinchi doctor simi nonstop techno creeping thru evry semipermeable surface but a museum is a sterile place where were sposed to forget noise evr existed.
osea al final estaba pensando en el coche komo el pedestal namas como k la gente nunca saben como sacar fotos de mis piezas de sonido tonces siempre terminan sacando de las bocinas lol

Spray paint shadows onto the wall. For example. 
Cliche ur race 4 art
A black condom
No, Im literally trying to conjure the Old Gods, like that Arnold Schwarzenegger movie about killing shit with swords. 
Amazing teen hitchhiker getting fucked
Robbers sliding out of the Oxxo Cuernavaquirri with plastic bags full of maruchen ramen a blank look on the face of the frozen deer people 
Normality is at gunpoint
Group Dynamics
Indian Mexican Morning

I just finished watching that movie about JMW Turner. Homeboi died coughing ugly in a fucking bed. Its gonna happen to all of us sooo lets do something cool while we can still stand up.


This thing happened to me the other day that hadnt happened in some years. 

I was in my studio working and I put on this one Ben Frost song on and put my breathing mask on and my gloves and started to work. 

The world got loud. Time slowed down.

I lost myself inside of it.

That scene on the rooftop when Neo realizes he can dodge bullets.

A Monk saunters foot by foot down Fifth Avenue ringing a bell.

In a library you hear the fluorescent lights buzz and all the leaves of the books turning and all the muffled sniffing seeing.

Particles of dust fly through the air.

The world got loud. The world got silent. A weird walking lucid dream. 

I fell into myself. Both thoughtful and frantic.

Is this what we are looking for inside of Meditation? 

Is this what it feels like inside of a storm?

I am looking for that place always. I want to be there.


Throw the baby wit tha bath water

FOUR AY EM COLD COFFEE MIXT TAPE

The city is the jungle

Cars are the jungle



Everything we do is the jungle

Walt Disney theatrical backlighting. 

Wake up and listen to birds
Look at trees
Watch cats slither under parked dewd cars
Art fag bitch haut dealers skinny jeans cicular western sunglasses the kind they returned to Beijing wearing during the revolution Mexicans sweeping building paint rolling covered in chalk dust on the roof tarring white french women go down hills in Range Rovers in the marshes in the healthy ocean fringe. Chinese power gallery girl in long pale blue oxford botton up and hip hop boots. A bee sucks a flower. An artist whos name ive heard takes a picture of something I would take a picture of. Everything is this way. Have a two sentence conversation with a disinterested person that lingers into oblivion. Just looking for a synapse. The bee sucks more flowers. Cars go by. Men pace on walky talkies. People disappoint eachother. Et all.
Im just not that into you
Shady speculators emerge and quickly recede back into the water flora leaving animal pulvo clouds greying things for a while
Im reading a book
You are not my life you are only a tool. Things shift
The language is all very inward. Everything is inward. Landscapes that come from the inside and have nothing to do with the world. Dont want to use art to talk about other issues would use language to talk about those things otherwise its moving into a monkspace a weird romantic ritual space art is a weird wax on wax off cathartic ritual dont want it to change the world just my experience of the world maybe yours too if u want. Art is only masturbation if u masterbate to find god and if god means understanding or a place. Weird baseball rituals that trickle down in to contemporary isms-- so softily existing that we will never detect them. Columbus on the beach. 
I want to suicide myself with yoga

Walking. Walk everywhere. Dont have a timeline. Walk during the day. Walk at night. Take the subway. Protect your wallet and phone. You will see amazing horrible beautiful things.

I dont need any more friends who make lo-fi digital collages

Gallerists who call you Mister. Agents who call you Mister. Bosses who call you Mister. 


post-paint giclee tear drops n tats real thuglife madonna


there is no succinct social theory 2 support it but i can give u a list of things i like



I ran into a metal pipe walking home

My friend tried to impress a walleyed girl and belly flopped on the street
Runny nose mezcal bullshit
A kid on a leash
Faded jeans ass
The nineteen sixties 
Or whatever
Belly up to Sting and The Police shaking violently above the cracked brown sunbaked frozed cigarette fingertips to The Doobie Brothers China Grove tobacco mouse pad. Listening to the radio on the airplane is the most surreal thing thats happened to me lately. One tiny hot tin reflection in the middle of deep earth hot brown nothingness. What does Falluja look like? Tell Esteban to email me that sound file. Staring the through a blurry rainbowy spiral a Polywag stomach against the low floating grey brown plum haze burning an off tune piano flounders in your left ear sharply. Have you ever seen a rainbow trout flip violently on a boat deck? How did it smell? Mark Bradford trashed bullet holed desert. Rust bruise scales. Aero Mexico 8 bit Huey Lewis Hot List Power Lover

a smart way to get a scumbly line. a smart line arranged in the order of bad banal things.
a show where u put your installation up and i spray paint black all over it. 
a show where i put my installation up and i spray paint black all over it. 

VERY BAD SPANISH

Porque no sacamos la stigma de la palabra "contemporaneo" y excavar la carne del pedo. Arte es arte es arte como ha sido y como va a ser. Hay mas artistas en el dia de hoy porque la civilizacion humano es mas desarrollado k nunca, hay mas hijos de papi k nunca, hay mas marcas de tenis k nunca, mas imprezas chafas k nunca, mas restaurantes, mas tipos de hambuguesas, mas criticas de arte chupador, mas opciones para perder la bolsa, mas politicos chuecos, mas peliculas, mas hoteles en Acapulco, y tal. Pero proportionalmente, creo que la neta neta llevan mejor calidad hoy que antes. Los artistas de hoy son mas educados, mas metidos en mas facetes de la sociedad, y tienen tantos mas opciones y herramientas que me parece casi redundante decirlo. Que weno que Siqueros (por ejemplo) podria pintar su sala, pero fuera de hacer obra GRANDOTE, es malllllerrrrrimo. Lo k me caga es la idea de k NO hubo actores chafisimas en "el pasado." K manera de pensar tan barrrrrrata! El pinche pasado k siempre veyemos desde las paginas lejanas de un libro escrito- en vez de lo que era- una mierda con puntitos de joyas saliendose bien randon (<-- lol). Para cada artista que la historia se puso en pedestal, hubo billlones de weyes olvidables y olvidados. Pero nos conviene olvidar de los rios de caca, sangre, sudor, y falla donde inicio la cultura. Nos conviene olvidar que nuestra abuela realmente quemaba toda la comida. Nos conviene olvidar que Van Gogh, uno de los heroes mas altos de la cuenta entera hizo *un chingo* de pinturas espantoserrrimos. Nos conviene recordar k los pinche Doors los pinche Beatles el pinche Beethoven y Mozart no fallaban nunca y son del nivel dios intocable. Pero para no ver el mundo de hoy con suficiente creatividad para poder rescatar las joyas de la mierda, me parece una pesadilla.



Note to self: You are addicted to facebook. 

Quiero pancakes dile a tu mama

Is self reflexion swallowing everything up?

Is self reflexion like trying to force independent films onto innocent bystanders?

Note to self: Read more books about other peoples ideas. Do more things based on those ideas. Make things and think things based on those ideas. √

Toiletpaper feels like a rasp

Reenvisioning the world through poor documentation.

A dark thumbprint archipelago jabs into ur surfing vacation in Costa Rica.

If an art critic takes a shaky shit picture of our artwork and publishes it to New York Magazine can we sue them for defamation or should we just write critical essays about their poor golden sectioning to be published on e-flux?

My body dissolved from my consciousness this afternoon. I was laying in a hammock at Barra Vieja my body melted like wet cotton candy into the ocean the trees the sky. Now I am sitting in the bathroom with my laptop propped against the faucet of the sink reading Dave Hickey and shitting water. My ass feels like a hot rasp burring. I wonder if this is how it is for cowboys after a long ride. Theyd never tell. It is dark in there, kind of pixelated monochrome and I am staring at cracked paint in front of my nose on the wall and the fish we ate for lunch is matriculating back up my digestive system clenched heat moment. There was no time. A moment where you close your eyes and see the big bang unfolding like a packed sweater. 

A frog stuck to the middle of a pane of glass.

I asked the men at the front desk to change a 100 peso bill so I could buy a Coke. Of course they said no. They say no to everything. They are not capable. Their jobs are fulfilled by putting on those stupid white suits that let you know they work in Hospitality. There is no time here. The men on ATVs drive forever on an endless beach looking for white faces unsuccessfully. The women with shell necklaces walk. A trashy man from Mexico City parks his new Hummer aggressively in the sand and later, as the sun goes down, tenderly places a piece of drift wood down in the surf, haunching over guts out Tebowing to take a picture of his proud landscape, as if he happened upon untouched perfection. 

A palmtree grows through a plastic bucket lodged to the thickest part. An earthworms saddle. 

Now that we can all use Photoshop its not that interesting just like Now that we can all get free mezcal sponsors its not that interesting just like Now that we can all create controversy by acting macho its not that interesting. 

Visions of roostertailing in Acapulco. 

Artists used to be legitimate junkies but now I think of them as bandwagon cocaine addicts. How much of a junky can you really be if you wear sweater vests and loafers and listen to your mom all the time. 

There was once some freaky tropical mammal tied to a tree pacing back and forth out back behind El Pulpito near the trash pile.

Dry bugambilia flowers fall to the stonework in the shadow of a perfect afternoon breeze mesquite air fountain splash dragonflies.
There was a slight earthquake in the middle of the night. A silent night where you cant tell if the ground is shaking or your heart is just beating hard. 
We approached the tollbooth nearest to Iguala it looked like damnation not the scene in Apocalypse Now where they finally arrive to Kurtz's village to open cannibalistic arms- no, the scene with the strings of lights exploding over the river narrows the surfer on an acid trip the music sours hard clanky metallic there is no commander. The pivotal moment where meaning and reality become absolved of their duties. Everything afterwards is a mere hallucination. The yellow sky over the mountains separating us from the ocean black ashings of clouds with fluorescent cherry bellies thousands. The villagers covered their faces with bandanas and gather fifty pesos from each passing car. The crescendo inside of a bastardized Hirschhorn reality. It was easy to imagine decapitation and being strung up like a chicken, coldly. Anarchy is accompanied by black and white copied posters of teenaged faces and reflective tape fancied into crosses on lightpoles sprouting from highway separation barriers. The handwriting was graceful I thought of SAMO black and blue and red dripping like molasses over every inch of temporary plastic and dried rock for miles. Real anarchy is ugly and festering and out of control. Keep your organized chaos within the church of art institutions get paid eat ham sandwiches read Mein Kompf or whatever capable fakers do. Kids taking over government buildings for Narcos in the iguana tasting nighttime- thats anarchy. An overhead fan clicks cars drive to their luxury buildings in the distance and poor people sleep.

I just threw a plate at a wall out of stress I feel like Frida Kahlo


THIS IS GETTING WAY TOO FORMULAIC

Does that mean its done?

G'd up from the feed up



There was a time when we only yearned for sparkling countertops. 

The click of heels on fresh-mopped tile. The smell of Imperialism’s bourgeon. 

Now forgotten.

Bleached and peeling under the sun, slumped over dirty and lifeless in a hillside roadside ditch. 

Destabilized, buried under strata, frozen in carbonite to remind us of the stories we heard as kids.

My memory remembers them, darting in and out of lucid like a ruby-throated hummingbird. 

No tears, only dreams now.


We can share information. We can share things we love. We can share things that illuminate or mystify us or that we think are sincerely beautiful.  All is not lost

Learning all the information in the universe by sanding.

-The pozole restaurant or plant store or pharmacy that uses club speakers to create an ambience for guests. 
-A man laying on the ground next to his Volkswagen Beetle grinding the frame down after a bad accident.
-A TV sitting on an upturned bucket connected to a series of extension chords that enter a random window, playing Telanovelas. 
-An amateur graffiti declaration of love on a street level office window.
-A 7 AM construction worker on the Metro wearing a hat that says “El Gallo.”
For three years I have been shifting my work to mirror or perhaps more accurately emulate gestures that Ive found outside of typical art contexts, starting in Mexico City out of frustration with the contemporary art scene, now growing/encompassing every place I travel to.
I am interested in the strength of these naive gestures. People making decisions without understanding how they fit into a larger narrative of aesthetics. They are simple. They reject/are apathetic towards theory. They become art when I see them. They double as art when I document them. My practice learns from these objects and gestures and performances; gestures made for “non art” contexts, now incorporated into my repertoire, into my context, an art context. 
I dont think art should be quiet or meek because life is neither quiet nor meek, neither are the streets, neither are our minds. The idea that an art idea should be pared down to a singular essence is not one that I am interested in pursuing. Sound should not be listened to through speakers. Paintings should not be hung on white walls. etc. 
I dont think art is a place for sitting and thinking and theorizing, its a place for doing. If a tree falls in the woods…
I dont think art is a place for politics, science, religion, philosophy, etc, to live. Politics, science, religion, philosophy, etc, have their own homes. 
I dont think art should be clean. I dont think art spaces should be clean. Life is anything but clean. Art should not be touched with white gloves. It should be spit on and dropped. 
What I would like to do with my pieces in this particular show (and every show henceforth) is to create a real context for them to reside inside of *inside of the context of the museum*. I appreciate the Kunsthalle white wall aspect of the space, but reality is where I want my art to live. 
So all of the three ideas Ive proposed, while all being strong within an art context, also work to break up the given context and propose a new and truer context for themselves. 
Please give me your thoughts. 
Andrew 

How much money do you have staked in you "liking" that art? 


Throw yourself off a bridge before you think about it. A clapboard liquor store in the middle of an overgrown field aflame. We are trash. Really, dont think. The universe does not even yawn over us. Butt your naked finger now smell it. Pray for us. The statue of San Francisco in my front yard is an ash tray. Baboon slaughterhouse. You r a rich fuck no matter wut u tell me. All the coolest politicians in airport bathrooms. Swine y perros and foul filthy feck beasts. Neta no somos nada. 



Sweet baby giggle. 



Mainlined Boeing 787. Heterosex blood doling. Inhaled tooth powder. Unsurmountable Xylene stain. Acne inflamed skin rub. I once saw a dog murder two dogs. Precarious bites on hard things. The metal railing that old people use to stay upright in the shower. How many million millions in stock options. Burn life away in effigy.



A bathroom is a chapel. 


Good art is a world. 

A context inside a context inside a context where ideas can live. 


Everyone who uses the term Zombie Abstraction as a pejorative has abstraction hanging in in their breakfast niche. 

This is the art world version of anti-gay republican politicians caught in airport bathrooms. 

Can you say AGENDA three times fast?


A retrospective titled How To Train Your Dragon


Will Contemporary Art have value in 100 years? Who the fuck cares. Art is fun and life is short.

Have you ever heard that children's story about the giant trying to squeeze water out of a rock? I dont want my art to be about expunging read ideas into physical form. I want my work to be about things that I choose to interact with on the street or online and am tongueless to explain why. Sounds or images or objects I am attracted to like a moth to a streetlamp. Where do natural preferences come from? Do I have to write an essay about liking hot pink? I feel guilty about any larger paradigm construction ive attempted to situate near to my work. I dont think my work is concerned with political or social narratives. I just felt like that was what people wanted to hear, you know, market-based-narratives. I think my work is about basic nonverbal things like color. I was worried that this wasnt good enough, but no thats horseshit. I find making art under false pretenses is abominable, in other words, I strive to be honest in my practice. I have watched enough artists invent justification for their decisions to know its not for me. References are however important. I leave them there so that my gestures tie into a larger historical picture. But at the end of the day please take what I do and run wherever you want with it. Once our ideas enter the public sphere they are truly no longer ours. Im grateful to be a strong writer but my job as an artist has nothing to do with psychoanalyzing a bio out of myself. I make the art decisions I do because I am curious about the outcome. How will it look? How will they objects sing together in the space? How will it feel to interact with? Will I enter the image as organically as I walk into a kitchen and open the refrigerator? Will I listen to it on repeat? Will I think about it for years to come, subtly comparing it to everything? I do not actually care about tropicalization, nor colonialism, nor alpha-maleism. Perhaps I personally represent aspects of these themes, but I dont want my werk to be about them, so its not. I care about butterflies and loud music and memories and gasoline and blood pooling in the street. I care about them in a way that I cannot write about. Also I am a human and I am fucking confused and u r 2 

A bicycle frame with a piece of clay on it baby pink floor

Taking a show off of your CV is like strike a name from the pillars at Luxor. It never happened.

Mark Zuckerberg is the best artist prove me wrong. 
A rainbow is a perfect gesture. My friend Ryan says The chrysalis has almost hardened over the 20th century caterpillar. Mexico: an unfathomable and beautiful crookedness that I admire and despise and will never fully adapt to. 

The point of departure for my DSTROYEDJEANS/DSTROYEDTSHIRT work is a self-reflexive mood board that Ive built based on my personal “branding." A worn out hole in the knee of an old pair of jeans, the shredded crotch of a ten year underwear pair tattered, balls hanging through, the pinky toe of your left foot punches through a tired threadbare sock. Autobiographical source material. The artist as the art pushing the brand. Bruises, rips, spills, twisted metal scars on the highway. Metaphors for darkness in front of our faces; literal and figurative. Both an abstract visual investigation of our apathetic beautiful reality and a reflection the physicality of the painting process. 

I typically offset these pieces against my HAWAIIANSHIRT work, a color-filled, buxom, lighter & brighter series, combining the gruesome dark weight of honesty with the glib colonialistic nature of the tropicalized hawaiian-shirted alpha-male cliche. 

Rich kids have been making paintings since they were little kids. I must be one. 

I will not read ten pages about you. I will read one page about you. Maybe two. I will not watch ten minutes about you. Maybe three. 

Glib. Glib a.f.


A monkey shows a leaf to another monkey. 
Has The Internet changed The Ocean? Certainly our perception of it. Everything is chopped and screwed remixed some kind of post some kind of proto ironic earnest lashed together with historical references hyperlinkable personal narratives invention intention cultural amalgamation postproduction search engine optimization instantaneously translated third and fourth and Nth languages selfie poetics. Surveys on obscure cultures and figures and data are accessed by single keystroke. We dont have to memorize hard facts anymore just how to find them. As if our very brains have been outsourced to this continuum of data. We are spending our lifetimes sharing codes and signs. Financial power has been replaced with the ability to manipulate language and images which has shuffled and restructured power society institutions etc. You can buy pirated Hood By Air at the market in Pino Suarez. Nothing is finite. Everything is part of everything else can supplant everything else can commandeer and can meld to everything else. Our brains have become the text of William Burroughs’ Junky. Everything is violently propelled together. Atoms are crashing into atoms. Perhaps codifying into cold fusion. Perhaps codifying into that cold gelatinous beige mush that your stepmother eats for breakfast. All things shifting moving bumping into each other growing decaying performing greater functions. Deeply abstract Meta-Pointillism that we have to step away from to recognize in its glory. How has the Internet affected Art? How hasnt it! The Internet has affected everything and Art is part of everything. Blasting forward in all simultaneous directions. We are strapped to it in paralleled expansion waiting to see where it is taking us what it is showing us. I am trying to compile my thoughts in a cohesive twentieth century manner I want to build unidirectional linearity to share with you. I cannot. A better way to talk about The Internet is to talk about clouds. The best way to talk about Art is also to talk about clouds. I change the song to Ben Frost’s Rare Detay and kiss my girlfriend. The Internet taught me to share this information because The Internet wants and requires and begs for transparency and selfreflexion layering and pacechanging hypermanipulation and hyperoversharing collusion confusion opacity too. What does the hybrid of smoke-and-mirrors and honesty look like? Things which would have confused prior humans to the point of absolute bewilderment. The people who think The Internet and high-capacity data-sharing is a waste of time will soon be the dwindling minority. All physical borders are dissolving. Nations have become ideas again as they once were their parameters and infrastructures are no longer relevant to the conversation. The way we communicate has shifted radically. Grammar is a thing of the past its 2 damn fixed. Punctuations been phased out 2. Throw it in a lake. The way we produce and pitch information has shifted radically. We are looking for hits immediacy propagation. We are predicting virality from our jittering singular shared gestures. This changes the way we present process and subsequently organize data. This changes the very conception of ideas in our heads. The Internet is turning humans into an Amazonian colony of Leafcutter Ants supreme organization is playing out. My friend Joe says The Internet is really just a map of the human brain. The final evolved stage of humanity in Lucy is a USB drive. We dont have to reenforce talking points anymore. Want talking points or proof? Search for them. We dont have to explain references or entry points anymore either- you can search for those too. We are making connections between elements that fascinate us from all places and all periods of time hemming interesting points of data into a chainmail of information that satiates our intentions whatever they may be. It may suit our overarching brand, or merely our disposition as it is in this moment. We might like the way it looks. Or sounds. Or feels to interact with. Or the way it pushes against and rejects all these things. I have been thinking about how to write re: The Internet and Art. The topic couldn’t be more expansive or abstract so lets write expansively and abstractly. As the result of the new way we consume and harvest data we are able to identify what we like and dislike much faster than ever before. This means we can dive further and faster down rabbit holes explore more and more profound territories, and more adroitly define and understand systems. This of course means our targeted manipulation of said systems can be exacted with more poignancy. I run through museums hoping that nothing speaks to me. A moment of repose. We can ascertain and share more data than ever before. This matters to Art because Art is a system of ideas, just like Math, just like Meteorology, just like God, just like Mixed Martial Arts. The more ideas we can collect, the stronger our decisions for or against those ideas can be. An informed idea is a virus, it must spread. When you think of a great idea you tell your peers. When a monkey finds a particularly wonderful leaf, she shows the leaf to another monkey. The Internet allows all monkeys to show all leaves to all monkeys. Why read one book, why look at one piece of art, why share one leaf, why think about one idea, watch one game, when you can read, look at, share, think about, and watch thousands and hundreds of thousands and millions. All you need is The Internet. And an idea. And maybe a camera. To make your taste or opinion public is to open it up to scrutiny. Inside of scrutiny we learn. The part of the song where things start to taper out and scatter into space, far away from us. The lingering distracting impulse to take a selfie. 



Okay but what are the repercussions for our inability to focus on one thing at one time? An expanded, refracted dialogue, a broadening of scopes, more abstraction. The branches of a tree grow outward. More options, really. Less necessity to stay the course or dig in to trenches. Less pressure to stylize your ideas through only one font, and an exacerbated desire to seek out more fonts, more solutions, more alternatives, more roads, more techniques, more ways to manifest this idea, this mood, that memory. We can pivot and change our interests like we can change a song. No aspect of the changes that are underfoot, that we are rapt among, are bad. Perhaps they are rupturing outdated business models and as such receiving flak. Ho hum. Change is not a necessary evil. It is ambivalent toward morality. It is biologically necessary. Ones and zeros. All that jazz. Tim Hecker The Ravedeath 1972. The Internet has stacked our decks that much. Kenneth Goldsmith does not need any more press, but his awareness of Nowness precipitates his mentioning here. In the Spring of 2015, he will guide a UPenn class called Wasting Time On The Internet where students will drift through content online, building up a collection of data points which will coalesce by the end of the term into a cacophony of intellectual tonality. They are building clouds. I’m not saying much, but it feels pretty. Sheets of sound. According to his Wikipedia page, rapper and new media guru Lil B built a cloud of content on 155 connected MySpace pages, mirroring The Internet, mirroring the human brain, mirroring an atomic bomb and the expansion of the universe. Now you can download gigabytes upon gigabytes of his music, a monument of the diversity of humanity spewing forth unhesitant; our range, our emotions, the verisimilitude of our day to day struggling and adjusting and flexing and shifting of desires. People want to pin him down as a rapper, but he undulates between subjects and platforms in a way we’d never previously seen. Alexandra Marzella shares graphic macrozoom selfies of the hair sprouting out of her legs and glistening intestinal food shots. Keith J. Varadi has cornered the market on popular art-culture contusion. Daniel Hernandez provides breaking news on Mexico’s political pandemic. The more tapped in we can be to these direct fountains of data, the more our own stances, in art and in life, can be tempered. Sharing can solidify your understanding of and positioning in the fluctuating new landscape. Share here. Or here. We can do more than ever before.

or NEGATE EVERYTHING.  

Clouds

Doughy and expanding in all directions infinitely, infinitely flexible like water, and rising like vapor towards the sun.
Expanding like noise. Ugly like noise. Perfect like noise filling a room. Or noise filling a desert., cutting through wind. Noise ricocheting off of canyon walls. Filling CVs, filling history, filling tumblrs, filling our genes. A tinkling tinny piano keystroke. Radio silence. One decision, one show, one raindrop, one human emotion, does not tell a story. All humans tell a story, all raindrops, all shows, all simultaneous decisions create an expansive dialogue that we are holding hard glass to and pulling objects and ideas and gestures out of. The cloud narrative is light. Refracting and bouncing off all things, tying all things together. The cloud narrative turns every gesture in history into a note and asks you to press play. What does your cloud sound like? 

This show is not this show, this piece is not this piece, this piece and show are this piece and show in relation to that piece and show in relation to all pieces and all shows. We are creating a narrative with everything we do, singularly, collectively. A good painting is only a good painting in relation to other paintings. The pasta, al dente, in relation to other pastas. 

What is a completed gesture. What is a finished show. 
Does this mean there are no other questions left to ask? There could not have been other variables or controls imposed? Or are we merely trying to sell the idea as complete. Business wants perfect circles and right angles. Nature doesnt give a fuck about our “truths.” Finality is not for us to understand. 
Is a leaf a show? Is a tree a show? Are all trees a show? Is a human a show? Is life a show? Is death a show? Nothing is concrete, nothing is constant. How, then, can anything be complete. 
Is the universe a completed gesture? 
We love to present our ideas as final, it is part of our “pitch,” we close our eyes tight and pretend that we are masters and commanders. At night we are crying by ourselves scared. On our deathbed we start to believe in God. Not even our entire life, too perfect for us to comprehend, is a complete gesture. We want a re-do in heaven. We are begging for more exhibitions. More opportunities to understand the perfection of imperfection.  

No, every exhibition is an experiment. Every gesture a test. Every life and death a study. There is no real permanence in any of our declarations. Nor in the universe’s.  

Clouds, like narratives, like ideas, like life, like flowers, trees, animals, computers, pasta al dente, dicks, pussies, cancer cells, cats and dogs, lines of Ketamine, smoke, art objects, et all, burst into life, expand in millions of directions simultaneously, outside of themselves, inside of themselves, and melt into bluegray oblivion.  

two million to buy a loft in bushwick. drink your morning bustelo and survey the rotten chicken heads in a pool of melted dirt snow out front. I love the smell of scrap yards in the morning. 

Art is emptying out cobwebs.

Not enough art smells like gasoline. 
*if you really cared about politics it would

Every manifestation of an idea has something to take away from it. There are always things that can be improved, and exceptions to this rule are very rare. It is interesting to construct a practiced chainmail with the least amount of weak points possible, to cast an all star team, absorbing into your goals and vision all the strong elements you come across, and letting all the weak elements die quickly. Liking is one way of organizing strengths vs weaknesses. Our society seems to follow the same algorithms as our social media platforms. Every context has limits. A context with no limits has a limit: no limits. You start to realize the structure and budget and level of administration that each gesture needs to function optimally and you try to place the gesture into the context that will yield the most truth. This probably becomes second nature with experience. We are consistently reminded by blockbuster artists that throwing money at flaws does not make them go away, instead, it begs attention to them. An artist is no longer so much concerned with mastering one kind of work, but playing with all of the variations at their disposal, like how a conductor adds notes and instruments to build an orchestra. I liked the first time Lulu painted the floor blue, it was the most interesting part of the show. But now that theyve painted the floor orange, the second pass of this goofy trick, the gesture fizzled out. It became part of the transparent branding that each art space does to highlight its unique marketable physical aspects or its directors preferential quirks, etc. They are poker tells that you watch and look for and begin to predict. Unpredictability holds a lot of water right now. Its also spreads things so thinly that we cant tell one thing from the other or who is making what. A group show might as well be a solo. Thats why we dont care about the art anymore, we care about the artist, who is recognizable. Their art gestures are perhaps mere ploys to bring them buzz and with that face recognition. All the writing you all did about Ryder Ripps was his piece. The next time he crowdfunds, will you donate? Reena Spaulings didnt remove the Chinese writing from its window to intentionally remind visitors that they are in Chinatown. Imported Exoticism. They are not in Soho/ they are not in the Upper East Side/ they are not in Chelsea. This must have (at one time) been dazzlingly exciting for white people towncar slumming below Midtown. The first thing you interact with at a Kurimanzutto afterparty is security guards. This reminds guests they are being watched/ their is a power hierarchy at play/ there are valuable things to protect/ rich people can be comfortable here/ and to never forget Mexico, the brand, is edgy. It is all a ruse. People act like branding is uncouth in art and we pretend to reject it for its lowness. Its too accessible. Normal people understand it intimately. We do, however, want free alcohol sponsoring for our shows, just not for it to be declared as such. Go to SOMA and see the Alacran advertisement at the bar. You will quickly realize that it will never be good for your cultural capital to follow this model. Plus, water is timeless. In a narcogovernment, sobriety is king.

We want to profit off of our alliances, we just dont want it to appear as though that is the primary intention of the alliance. It probably is. Lets be real about it. 

What is a completed gesture. What is a finished show. Nature has some examples to follow on the subject. Finality is not for us to truly understand. We love to present our ideas as final, it is part of our "pitch" to close our eyes tight and pretend that we are masters and commanders of our universe. Meanwhile at night we are crying by ourselves scared. No, every exhibition is an experiment. It is a test. It is a study. There is no real permanence in any of our declarations. If someone purchases it, it is then finalized, but only in a loose out of our hands way. We are not making computer chips; objects meant to perform a specific function. Our relationship to art flexes and changes as we flex and change. Nothing is finite. 


Everywhere where 70 year old plus people are purchasing art, galleries will be pushing a modernist agenda. It pays for their weird Basel-acquired taste in expensive white dessert wines. These are people who merely cannot be expected to write emails. It pisses off middle aged people when I make ageist declarations. My mom for example. These are also the people who congregate on the controlling boards of every major institution in the world. Are they just trolling us from the top down? We thought art was progressive but thats all smoke and mirrors. Why should we expect them to understand transgressive contemporary art concepts. Let them have their circles, squares, and rectangles. Right angles. Geometry they learned in solid public university programs before the education system fell to absolute shit. Boring ideas foddered during the Industrial Revolution. Ideas like cloud narrative do not correspond to their reality. Dumb yourself down to the vocabulary range of USA Today and hope the buyer is an older woman to flirt with. Her husband will be impressed with your virility and cut the check. 

Dont dictate the market, let the market dictate you.

I say yes to almost every project Im invited to because making art doesnt stress me out whatsoever, Im confident about my trajectory, I like to experiment, I dont believe that being anal about control benefits anything, I am aware of the importance of continually building an audience, and lastly, I am not a fucking brat. 

Digital Land Art

beach grass n rain beating against the clapboard siding

everythings in the shape of a cloud
your brain
population growth
the big bang
atomic bombs
why are we still drawing narratives out of lines
or rather for whom?

stocks r out 
art is in 
insider trading in the market is def. out
insider trading in art is in
if u make a bad art investment
u still have an object u can oversell 2 a stupider person
bout that life
this could have been us but u 2 busy trendcasting
palm trees r out
cacti r in. timeless
foam is inflating. it was a nice relief from polished metal though
laser cutting/etching is everywhere therefore soon nowhere
unload draped fabrics asap, going nowhere fast
vinyl is an aggressively unstable stock option
palm tree hypersaturation
brands are so passé
that goes 4 branded backdrops and patterns
patterns were strong last season. losing steam
slick figuration is trending
poetry, duh, but not for much longer the wave is cresting, it happens
photography
thumbprints
serious trend forecasting: bad documentation
images from social media
Oregon Ducks Lightning Yellow is hot right now
there are dogs everywhere if u havent noticed
drugs are out. accessibility is waning. 
neobourgeois women rejecting market buoyancy because fuck $, precipitating large market shift in their favor. very very next thing.
chains. nope
gentle gradients. :/
cartoons are slowing down from last season.
ceramics are having a humble comeback
craft is hot right now. 


Spray painted thumbprints emerging from the perimeters

I know an older woman who posts naked selfies of herself all day everyday

take my content who tf cares im taking urs 2

commenting #shopped on things is the most effective form of inception

Juxtaposition Juxtaposition

Jaakko says: art is amoral like nature

I was in an anarchy club in high school for a little bit. It was a funny game. Learning to resist tear gas n shit.
Its a waste of time to think that conflating other genres and specialties into art will make some groundbreaking fusion. Anarchy is anarchy. Art is art. Narcissism is narcissism.

Peace seems like the best goal. 

I dont want to think about money anymore. 
I dont want to think about trajectory anymore. 
I dont want to think about competition anymore. 


Its important to be rich but its not COOL to be rich. 
So.......everybodys rich n everybodys busy pretending theyre not rich. Thats the game. 

GABRIEL OROZCO = METALLICA

Lets talk about dark brown Mexicans wearing the cappuccino colored stretch pants. 
A flight attendant who probably had some ribs removed. 
My anxiety transformed through shopping.

My girlfriend says all Gerhard Richter paintings have wind in them.
People understand prewar European painting in a way I never will. 
The Japanese businessmen are here. 
The Italian guy wearing too much cologne. 
Two douches with those fucking fine art tour guide contraptions held to their ears. 
Pierre Bonnard's Earthly Paradise. 

Showtoons chopped and screwed.


One monkey emulates another monkey


I dont know why I always write back to your email blasts it must be puro apoyo <3


Born fat. In Illinois In Indiana and having guns. Store bought potato salad, bad, firework stands, Black Friday was invented for you, Target track suits, camouflaged accessories, burned out white ghettos black ghettos dilapidated liquor stores in the barren center of unpopulated grass fields. A ghost of a place that once was on the train whooshing by deep america deep poverty deep violence racial rifts cockroach civilizations. You think of slavery. You think of slave shacks. You think of meth shacks. You are right to think of these things. The one guy playing poker has a blond mullet and should be wearing a cut off sleeved fire engine red NASCAR shirt with moth holes in it. Place him in the bleachers of The Brickyard 400. One woman paces, morbidly obese like the rest, no teeth, meth-mouthed, split ended straw hairs hanging, wearing pajamas and house shoes to a funeral wake. A weird witchy couple across the Costco outdoor plastic table talk about drinking alcohol on the weekends in broken English and argue back and forth with each other in indiscernible Eastern European. Shit is heavy. Its the America Im ashamed of, the America I reject, the America I come from and suppress. The America I laugh about when I think of because it cant possibly be real. It is locked in the basement of me. I try to tell Mexican business men about this place and it breaks with their ideas. The South Side. I remember seeing the projects across from Old Comiskey in a brown station wagon driving the brown highway past the brown expanse. Everything is the color of mud brick. Cars, coal, salt, all brown. Brick windows with giant ashen scars from explosions, insurance scams, lives lost. A place where political theory comes to die. You can tell a North Sider by their loafers. Dont tell them your future wife is Mexican. I dont want my girlfriend to see this but Ive avoided it for long enough and shes giving me strength so its necessary that she be here. We are talking about single wide and double wide trailers. We are talking about construction jobs, roofing. We are talking about receiving cheques from the federal government. What if the bank hadnt have gone bust, if Ford and GM hadnt broken, if they hadnt had to have sold their muscle cars. I hold hands and say grace and eat my Lay's potato chips. The furthest from grace that Ive been. A skinny man with an old Polish face wears a black turtle neck and a heavily chained Greek Orthodox (I imagine) cross. Im sure they think Im "a queer or something." I stare at the baby for 2 hours and small talk. I lay down in the brown shag carpet and pet a greying dog. Even as I am writing this I feel bad. About not being able to understand. About not wanting to. There is a guy at the train station standing in the brown expanse nodding out on heroin. It is cold. It gets colder. I just wanted to buy some fucking fireworks and wake up in my extremely nice hotel in the West Loop and have an Assistant Account Manager with one side of her head shaved charge my breakfast croissant to the room. 

Sky Ferreira I Blame Myself Thanksgiving day marathon 

the perfect balance of art texts and editorials on looting

Good journalists are the humans I admire most



So my art fair piece looks like a Ramones cover, y que?

Unthinking ideas

I slayed a mosquito nine feet up the wall staining rust red on the shit interior of my hovel. Its not nice to feel desperation. Its heavy. The soup of it gets stuck in your beard. Its probably not nice *not* to feel desperation either. You probably feel light enough to float away. Did you ever see pictures of mirreyes playing beer pong on yachts with champagne? Pos me muero. One room is covered with coffee grounds, regurgitating up from the failed plumbing. The other room is covered white gesso footprints. The ceiling collapsed overnight. Plants with broken pots and rims. Nail holes in the wall. A pedestal that once had a purpose laying on its side painted with rings from spilled cups and grey fingerprints. A tangle of cheap extension cords. Cumbia permutes through the concrete.
I havent written for a while but today I am a possum in the corner. 
My phone buzzes to alert me of the conversation that two super rich people are having on facebook. Rock on dudes.
Nobody likes a sore loser. 
A poem abstracted into an art gesture. Why are we so scared of confusion. 

Why didnt Francis Alÿs tell us that he was European royalty? Was it to protect caché?

A Netflix calibre Disney movie about high school geek turns cool turns existential found myself. I dont think much cool fusion happens in that context. We are too young. A constant dark blue cool city night white noise. A small fan rattling, greased, dust-labored. I am changing my mind about alot of things. There is no art market. There is no art world. I am the only one responsible for my success or failure. Work trumps all. I will not die if I dont paint every day or show every month. I am not losing time or progress. I am always finding ways to build. My competitors will not gain on me. I am my only competitor. I will learn about longevity and patience and waiting. I will watch and obsess, going over ideas and paintings in my head endlessly. Tracing them out. Thinking about colors. I wonder if you can master an action by thinking about doing it for 10,000 hours. Or will you only master thinking about the action, not the action itself. I found out today that my toe was broken. We sleep on a king size bed with two plugged in laptops and two out of battery cellulars.

Smiling

Eye contact
Laughing
Touching people doesnt have to be about flirting it can be about letting them know that you are confident and not intimidated by them. And to not be intimidated by you. 

Ideas are viruses. 

Since Huffington Post has turned click bait into a legitimate genre, all the inflexible dinosauric institutions, this one for example, have been infected with a similar ideology, a need to entertain, not inform. A need to garner clickable attention. Fuck deep research, were better off expunging idiotic and thus polarizing viewpoints so that idiots like myself will share the content and thus reach target viewership. 
It reminds me of fruit depending on animals to eat it and spread its seeds.

Bourgeois suffrage is being stuck in traffic. This is what you get for not giving a flying fuck about your country. As if your children were dying. As if it were torturous to soak into your European leather seat checking the stock market as your bodyguard drives you to Santa Fe.

Cinderblock walls, a corrugated plastic ceiling, no plumbing, and a big phat flatscreen tv.

My second week here I fucked my wife in Kurimanzutto I came all over a Miguel Calderon installation. I have still never looked at his work. I dont know what Gabriel Orozco makes either. I dont know what any of them make. Fake bad boys. I put a handful of overpriced books under my jacket and left. 

I wonder why critics so often take pictures of the shows theyre writing about with their own point and shoot cameras. Is it a control thing? Can we criticize their photos? Do they?
What do art critics think about CAD? 
Are they trying to push against the institution of CAD by taking poorly lit, crooked images with their 2009 Canon Elphs? 
What a subtle, peculiar, and clever pushback. 




Hey!

As an artist you have so so many choices as far roads you want to take and strategies you want to employ. Im looking at your website and tumblr and seeing (really good) photography, and wondering- 
Did these people who invited you to the Benetton show look at your website? 
Did they just invite you because they need another body? 
What is your benefit to cost ratio?
What is THEIRS?
How much will Claudio Scoretti be paid to invite you and 99 other Bulgarian artists?
How much with Octavio Avendaño Trujillo be paid to invite me and 99 other Mexican artists?
Have you ever heard of a Brand Manager (a person who activates new-media guerrilla marketing campaigns for giant corporate marketing firms)?
What does a 10x12cm canvas have to do, if anything, with your work?
Is it really part of the Venice Bienniale, or are they using that as a buzzword to get young artists excited?
Isnt Benetton a MULTINATIONAL Corporation? 
Who cant pay artists for their work?
Who cant pay artists to help them increase their cultural capital?
Are you going to take on this show as a “shitshow” to fluff your CV or do you really care about what you, as an artist, could say in that particular format?
How is your work going to distinguish itself from all the other “33 collections from 53 countries”?
Or is that even part of their consideration?
Do you think they are taking advantage of young, hopeful, desperate artists for this project?
Do you think big artists who’ve had giant museum shows and retrospectives would be interested in this project?
Why or why not?
Do you know why they chose that 10x12cm format?
I heard it was because they said the size was “too small for the pieces to be valuable.”
So hundreds and hundreds of artists from around the world sending pieces that are 1. too small to be valuable 2. not the artists preferred medium 3. will be hung with thousands and thousands of other pieces 4. not at the bienniale 5. all organized by a giant corporation that will receive free cultural capital from its new-media branding efforts 6. and not compensate the artists whatsoever
7. strikes me personally as incredibly incredibly manipulative 8. but each artist has her or his own path. 



This is the first time Ive used the word RUBRIC though Id like to use it again in the future


You went to the pyramid to take a selfie with that camel. 

Animalistic shit


It takes a plastic-wrapped torso in the park to wake up.  

It takes a champagned H&M opening and a black garbage bag full of arms dumped at the bus station.
It takes teeth in a hole. 


poetry snuck in bc art english is just too decadent and wasteful. it was time to pair things down. but the language people are now using, while economical, is equally nonsensical. formulations of simple words that do not mean anything. jargon. why cant we write how we talk? why the smoke and mirrors? is it art's way of swelling with air to intimidate foes? does it need that to maintain an air of prestige?


Wipe the corner of your eye with lime taco hands

My friend Robert only uses social media to proclaim his love for Joni Mitchell

Fijiwater. Bombs of sky blue spraypaint. Will we always remember this moment of tragedy?

Being known for the merit of your words is stopped at the point of action. Being known for action is stopped at the point of skilled joyous action. 

Wapo White Jackson

Chainsmoking cigs in Montmartre 2 Sikko Mobb


Bitch take me to your cyber cafe


Eric Fischl making paintings about capitalist exchanges in art fairs (criticizing art fairs) to sell in art fairs as he has been selling in art fairs for enough decades and at high enough prices not to have to ever make another painting again. I love it when people who have had systemic success lazily critique the system. My car alarm goes off. I am not supposed to mind it because Im supposed to like him because my first painting professor showed me a book with images of people boating and drinking beer with dicks out and dogs out. Something to think about. Pedro Velez told me to chill out. I bet he secretly agrees though. Maybe there are bigger fish to fry. 


I do sincerely feel like all the art in Bushwick is brown. Its at least all yellow. Is it the lights? The offwhite paintjobs? The repurposed wood? idk but its there


Here comes the trash backlash, or rather, the backlash of trash. yellow lights, crooked, blurs, smudges, spittle stains. in general the most beautiful photos have a finger butting up against the lens of the camera and moving. curled darkened edges. I saw a picture of the coral pink bottom side of a tree frog stuck to a glass sliding door caught in the flash of the light and it hit me. dirty spaces, chaos, warn industrial weave brown carpets, etc, cannot be photoshopped. true filth, uneven lighting, power chords sprawled and bundled and flung smelly clothing, off kilter fluorescent lights falling off halfway up the walls. you get what you get. another waxing and waning in the cycle. this is my idea of the seventies. the new seventies. and i felt like this would be more on trend by now. maybe thatll be rick princes new shtick. if you can afford it, do it. young artists like me who want money to rent studios in 3rd world countries so that they can find who they are cant afford to take shit documentation- we have to hedge our bets, appeal to the masses, use the best lure to bring in the big fish, you get it... and in acknowledging that, the only choice we (I) are then left with is to lick that cheap horrible fucking camera jutting out of your old Motorola smart phones, rub it on our sweater sleeves any dirt mouthed employee under the lunacy of the boss


Big white wang


we are going to start seeing more messy fucked up from the guts shit as a knee jerk reaction
writing that puts the taste of watered down cafeteria coffee into your mouth
that millimeter of water drifting on the surface
warm liters of coca cola tucked into the armpit of the dashboard and the windshield in the sun

http://www.artinamericamagazine.com/news-features/magazine/the-perils-of-post-internet-art/


There are alot of shells flying through the air over on Brian Droitcour's Facebook page. Either way the article is interesting to think about and form an opinion towards. 


Is it the job of art to break from overall trend in society (by trend I mean the marked directions in which society is shifting), or reflect it? I think your answer to this will correspond to your opinion on the subject of Post Internet Art.


History would have us to believe that it runs parallel to Art History and therefore Contemporary Art reflects the larger contemporary human paradigm, i.e. Art now reflects humanity now.


I always use this Jurassic Park metaphor: the scientists used African bullfrog DNA to fill in gaps in the dinosaur DNA, thus building a complete and legible chain. Historians frequently use Art like said bullfrog DNA, to fill in the narrative of what happened in periods where traditional historical records such as writing were incomplete. 


Today, people commonly photoshop the grease off of their foreheads for their profile pictures, clone stamp pimples away, whiten teeth and eyes, adjust breasts and bellies, etc, thus it seems only logical that artists would pump up the saturation in their artwork install shots, whiten backgrounds, remove extraneous distracting elements from the experience. And they have gone further, essentially making the work with the documentation process in mind, pre-protoshopping. I gathered that Brian finds an unbearable flatness in all this, a soullessness. My question would be- compared to what? The art of yesterday? 


Think about Hollywood "action stars" in the 20th century, and how much theyve evolved over the years. Yellow-teethed, au naturel, muscularly undefined actors of the 50's and 60's, gritty, greasy Charles Bronson types in the 70's and 80's, and then look at todays action stars. Even the stubble on their faces looks implanted. Ryan Reynolds, the most blah, ambiguous (pleasant in that non-offensive annoying p.c. liberal way) looking human being imaginable. As if spawned in a lab based on test screening result predictions, pre photoshopped. Porcelain veneers, perfectly diet-coached, strength-conditioned, and liposuctioned abdominals. Is art not supposed to reflect this? Or acknowledge it at the very least?


In a lot of ways the best art is the art that best reflects nowness. If so, it fulfills its fusing with the large narrative of history. I predict I would be very hard sought to find a person who would tell me that all the detriments listed in his article were not also reflective of the overarching grand thrust of culture today. 


Also Keith I like some U2 songs from Joshua Tree and I turn them up bc they always play on the radio in Mexico idk y and I acknowledge this is horrible for my cultural capital.


Conceptual Gesture: A Blah Show That Travels From One Major Urban Center To Another All The While Mousse Features Each Manifestation Of Said Show On Their Homepage Over And Over And Over Ad Infinitum


1. The show is gonna kill dogs

2. The show is gonna kill balls

Todays plan: watch Terminator


Dragging a dead dear up a hill was also staggeringly beautiful rainy beach music

Paintings about flowers, birds, fish, bugs, landscapes, bruises, black nighttime motorcycle crashes, paintings about grease, oil, clothes, that monk on fire, knights in leather jackets with gunswords in the australian desert
Metallic black sheen insect
In Nature Neon Tells Us
Dentist drills waiting cherubs sweet tamales
Wash it somewhere
Wed like to hear back from you
*clouds part*
In Costco sweatshirts
A pink frog stuck to the camera glass
Bruise gradient sunset
80's blue black lightning
Roll of thunder hear my cry on the stained oak endtable
A glass of water
Tones
If u have the right email address send it

Im interested in sensual refuse materiality


I had an extra freezer in my garage and my work looks like a canal street high heel


What if the world is an Anzures high rise and a chauffeured car to and fro Santa Fe. Graphite pencil drawings about political hypotheticals??? En serio? I once saw a pitbull shred two dogs and a man. Grind the meat off their bones. What does that sound like? They had to beat him off with a lead pipe. There are bums in the subways with organs falling out of their stomachs suspended in see-through plastic bags. They are finding bodies in the the hills. The pueblos are exploding with color and collapsing rusty muddy poor. The basilica de Guadalupe redesign hired the most visionless incompetent graphic designer of all time. A man with blood trickling down his scar tissue on the subway during rush hour smears red all over the sardined train. Talk to me about the spiritual desolation of Santa Fe in your pencil drawings that look like fluorescent lights and air conditioning sound in a carpeted apartment with a blonde pine entertainment center in a highrise that overlooks the ghetto. 


My Christian friend recommended this album in Eugene Oregon it became the backdrop to tackling shoplifters into aisles full of tchotchkes. 


Getting back on the horse. Dogs chase balls. Hiding from email. DJs that dress like they want to be famous and take pictures with eachother and staybroke. What becomes.


That glorious moment when the 48-hours straight of next-door shut-in dog screams finally get overpowered by syrupy floor-thumping Saturday-night Mexican techno.

Babies cry.
Myles told me theres a Cuban hooker in our building.
I wonder if thats her- blasting techno while she fucks Johns.
Im trying to decide if the babies are actually crying because of the techno, or that theyve adapted to the techno by now, and these two things are happening together by coincidence.
This is the kind of shit Zizek sits around and thinks about. 
He must smoke weed.

Walking a cactused nighttime driveway in Los Angeles I overheard a guy say he had to get to the KAWS show in Culver City and there was no way I believed that shit was earnestly stated.


Is the whole world but a mere backdrop for instagram content?

I was shocked to hear my neighbors listening to Enya and then I realized it was me

Its destructively cunning. Its gorgeously wrist slitingly cunning

Im gambling for a home run ball is what Im doing. And it might not come. And it might come. It might sail

freebase nopal


cover ur bases 

say ur work is boring on purpose that shuld b ur conceptual stance in case they come a callin have ur cake n eat it say that ur breakin w the trend of overstimulous say that lifes really a series of pauses say

dias duros nos dan dias dulces


Im going to curate my art booth like noones ever curated anything before! better than my girlfriend curates her sock drawer! better than Blockbuster curates its Blu-Rays! and then youll see that art fairs r indeed truly a pedestal for greatness, and that the market, in all its pestilent glowering disgrace, could never belie such heavenly triumphant glory. Let it be known! People’s attraction to art fairs responds not to a trashy desire to buy shiny name-brand things! but instead surges from a deep primal urgency to see curation in full force; wings ablaze feathers gleaming proudly in the light: hypothetical.


One monkey holding a leaf says to another monkey holding a leaf, "my leaf is okay, but your leaf looks better."


There is nothing that the art world can possible do to muscle in on the power of the chaos of this place. 


just like "all contemporary art is the same", 
"all articles on contemporary art are the same”

Reese Witherspoon getting fingerbanged by Marky Mark on a rollercoaster to a Wild Horse cover

get fat but photoshop all your web presence skinny

Holding a bouquet of BIRDS OF PARADISE in a wet reflective wrapper.


Im at Everything is Connected, the first show in Neter Proyectos' new space, curated by Danish-run GREEN IS GOLD (Green Is Gold Studio), being nourished by its cool and seductive materiality. Its a suitcase show (that doesn't feel like a suitcase show) which deals with modernism and minimalism and my cliched imagination of the dryness of Scandinavia, but its certainly not pinned down by these things. 3-meter celery green rubber exercise straps that "smell like condoms", powdered and stretched taut over aluminum pegs, last minute painted white plinths, white plastic masking-taped power outlets and construction holes ugly on the walls, sputtering electronic sludge, iron-dyed black pools, alot of breathing room, rivets, "elements huckleberrying," a video of a woman with mouth open gasping like a fish. All the colors are blueish and greenish and a bit bled out, like looking through a lead glass window in the countryside. You are reminded of a Lars Von Trier film, reflective black surfaces, images wheat-pasted onto uneven surfaces, corners peeling off. You imagine seeing this show professionally photographed under fluorescent lights on the splash page of the MOUSSE MAGAZINE website, except that it's here in Mexico, in an expansive concrete school yard, clinging to the edge of traffic and smog. The door closes to Kanye's "Bound 2," a weird projected landscape of merchandise unfolds. A siren passes by, a line of ultramarine blue pigment rubs off on your finger, a large-scale photocopied triplicate book cover blows out into the whiteness of the overspackled wall. Art should take any element it sees fit and construct a world of itself.


Chainsmoke 2 Cumbia


Every time I open my email I expect to receive news that will change my life


Our neighbors moved our plants. Id like to hang some paintings in Brussels. Im showerless. Im kitchenless. 

And I dont understand how confusion works. A long twisting dream. I period of repose. An Elliot Smith song. I havent made any art for a long time Ive just laid in bed for the last month and gone to bad parties that I should not have been at. Winter is over and I felt the ice melt on my face and Im awake again and its time to work again. 
Its funny that without having a daily practice I fall apart and get fat in a shitty fuckin lowly rat hole apartment walking distance from everything. Everything is melting down have you seen a wet deciduous leaf disintegrating on the ground in the fall? How many of us are there? Just when the knee rip on these one paira jeans became perfect, the ass rip came over the thigh and my balls hang out. 
I saw your shows. I saw your work. I saw your new work. I need to see mine.
Sometimes the most productivity you can squeeze out is a sentence. A sentence a day for ten thousand days is ten thousand sentences.
Fuck spotlights in art is just the worst yellow brown uneven fuck dat its all about the titanium its all bout them photos that disbursal namean. Im just trying to say fluorescent looks better in photos. 
Is that how we feel when we take photos of ourselves? Were not making anything real but at least were doing something
An autoplay video of lush pale Bugambilia petals suspended from a spiderweb. Dangling timelessly doing revolutions. Heavens opening. Thunder. Soy darks.
Asking someone if they write graffiti is a polite way to ask that person if theyre stupid. 
Paintings about the back of my eyelids.

Joe says Descartes was just trying using philosophy to prove that he wasnt gay


innocuous boozing


my bad memory is perfect for my bad job


Spill coffee across your house and use your feet to wipe it into nonverbal calligraphy 

A photograph of your back in 2010 

I c ur things smoothening I c the gaps filling in

I have never dropped a phone into a toilet or out a car window

Talk to me about John Berger's accent. You know that inimitable kind of babyish lispy thing.

If people wanted to break the rules, they could. Instead they stand on a street corner observing a red light with no cars coming and dont cross the street.

The kind of collages the Gaddafi would make

I take painting as seriously as anything in my life and Monet is divine to me. In the way that Michael Jordan is divine. No. More-so. Ineffable.

My new studio is built over the top of a pyramid. Literally. The first pyramids in Mexico City. So...eat that Upstate New York Art Compound. And its not new. It was overrun with feral cats for good luck.

I did a "poetry reading" last week. It turns out im just a white rapper whos read Howl too many times


I prefer music made by artists to art made by musicians


tell me bout ur short term plan ill tell u bout my long term plan


ask ur parents 4 some $ for me <3


Back In Black came on and he air drummed with the metal cigar case. A cheap cigar. A straight man with such a tight button up that it purses his pecs and nipples like some kind of a weird baby animal in its mothers mouth. No mamen. The fresas are showing off their triceps and their pierced eyebrows. They want us to know they get freaky on the weekends. Mexican papilords with nosejobs who smoke cigars n listen to AC DC. Im starting a tumblr about frayed bootcut jeans and narco boots. N obsessive compulsion. The man approached me in the neon light of the kitchen, head swiveled back, the light gleaming off his rhinoplasty. I think it was bleeding. I dont think my girlfriend cares much for the violin, in general terms. Johannes loves the band Poison. This is totally a song that Rachel and Johannes would Karaoke. Two point five Europeans who must be very unsatisfied with the level of culture in Cincinnati Ohio. We are all like ants, performing functions for the hive. Only wealth can remove us from our chains of functionality.

REFLECTION! 
ECHO! 
off the floors and the walls of a Kunsthalle

Do we want to be reminded of things or do we want to enrapt into things

ERUPTION

Dog videos

Humans born from now on will never date without an app. :(

My girlfriend reads artists cvs to me and I tell her we just need to focus on ourselves.

Yellow is trending

I stopped “liking” things that I dont believe in 

Bad juju

I see that mess youre making, I have no idea what your mission is

A bad pyramid

Dirty installation shit is trending again. And being all over the place. 

Art handling paintings

Miro is dead and your paintings about his paintings arent gonna bring him back to life


The Sandlot III: An ongoing performance show where me n my art bros hang around Chelsea Piers sipping apple juice n hitting homers at the slow-pitch softball cages


It dawned on me after reading Scjeldahl (http://www.newyorker.com/culture/culture-desk/richard-princes-instagrams) that we dont even listen to critics anymore. We are all critics and we use "pro" critics as fodder to justify our own opinions. And enforce our joint, particular slants on social media. Formerly, perhaps, critics saw more things, or read more things, or something. But now, laying in my boxers on the carpet of my girlfriends mothers house in Tlalpan, Mexico City, I can see and read as much as anyone. Their authority is dust in the wind. The internet has created this crazy rupture where you start to realize that the experience of the 20th century is a square peg squeezing in to today's circle. Ive been having all these revelations lately about the flexibility of language and the strength of its wielder being able to control "objectivity" of the audience. (obvi) but how scary and manipulative that is. Did you read this? (http://www.vulture.com/2014/09/richard-prince-instagram-pervert-troll-genius.html) This freaked me the fuck out. The writer's "authority" was totally overruled by his desire to be famous in an art muse context and inside of that subterfuge he is manipulating the readers tremendously. So if they "trust" his authority, they are fucked. The Warholian element of everyone's 15 minutes leaking in to a very academic, insular limb of thinking.


Does it matter to roil and roil over politics when devastating corruption is the inevitable conclusion?

You are converting yourself into a fabricator of one thing. 

DEEPSOUTHTLALPANATMOSPHERE

We always talk about I I love it or we always talk about we which really means I. 

I HAD A NIGHTMARE ABOUT EXPLAINING MY WORK TO THE DIRECTORS OF CHATEAU SHATTO 

in the end I decided to play sound n explain that I am looking for visual things all around me that look like this music sounds. Im going to be an old weird man

Im going to open the windows the darkness is distracting
You sent a cloud pic
And Ive been storing rainbows on a tumblr
And I turned that sparkling ass shit up so fucking loud 
And it drowned out all the indecision

Im on a recently dead mans wall watching videos


Did you ever think that its insane that we have to drink water all the time?

People are gross

PROTOTYPES FOR SPACES I WANT TO BE INSIDE OF
I WONDER HOW IT WILL FEEL
SOME PAINTINGS AND SOUND PIECES THAT IVE MADE
AN UNSATISFACTORY SCATTERING OF THINGS THAT COME FROM PHOTOGRAPHS OR PHOTOSHOP I WOULD SIT IN THE ROOM WITH THEM 
MEMORIES
FUTURE MEMORIES
I HAVE ALOT OF "REAL" WORK TOO BUT IM NOT AS INTERESTED IN HAVING THAT ON THIS PAGE
THIS IS THE DIRECTION THAT I WANT TO BE GOING IN -
AN AMALGAMATION OF THINGS
I WANT YOU TO SEE THESE IMAGES AND THEN GRANT ME THE PRIVILEGE


Wuld u fukk 4 ArtRank?

Listen. to. this.
its out there but been consistently amazing for years
yeah, its insane that yung lean is 1996

Im stuck in a house in the deep south of Mexico City. I know that any minute im going to be invited to eat a 4 course meal and then fall asleep, too full and too much blood in my stomach to be concerned with what I should be anxious over. A tiger pacing back and forth in a cage. A chimpanzee long crazy at the zoo. its not heavy it just feels like white noise. theres no one to look up to anymore. I am listening to the wah wah pedal in slowmotion. I looked at pictures of Japanese gardens in the springtime and put them on my blog. I dont think music is escapism I just think its better than anything else. Im actually tired of everything that everyone is doing. Not knowing how to design webpages is worse than not speaking french in Paris. Something needs to be more and there must not be any compromises. it should be full of blood and guts and errors like Bukowski’s 20+ pages after whiskey bottles. Editing is so fucking boring and everything has been edited since forever I wonder who edited the bible. I would like the experience of opening up my webpage to be the same as the experience of walking into my show. I told Jaakko that there is no one to look up to anymore and then I actually felt like saying Van Halen but I didnt. 


Its really good. It doesnt matter if its right or wrong. Theres no such thing. I just read Jerry Saltz's writing on Richard Prince's new work and this is what I wrote after. It applies to your writing too. And mine: Language doesnt mean anything. Its flexible. It can be molded to fit any purpose. Its really just a matter of aesthetics. Here is an example.
Language doesnt mean anything. Its flexible. It can be molded to fit any purpose. Its really just a matter of aesthetics. Here is an example.
no he fuckin loved it. it was so whatever. amorphous. he just wants to be famous. he even says it.
he has no authority on anything anymore. maybe noone does. I dont want to think about these kind of people anymore. I want to eliminate them from my existence. Im gonna rent a marble factory in the deep San Fernando valley and not even tell anyone I live in the same country as them. 

Lives lost is not a negative repercussion in pure politics

All the things that broke today
A quiet clam chowder joint in Malibu tucked behind a beachgrass covered dune where stars build communal rapport via dui's and eat chowderbowls their bodyguards cram into the next booth over hovering still like a reptile watches a bug
Hot blonde people
The only place in the world where Papyrus font should exist
Flat sparse blue brown scrubby lonely hills
An asymmetrical Scandinavian woman in a yellow Polo shirt drives an American made racing red Mustang, collar popped waspily, earnestly
Vintage Mercedes with manipulative handicap parking pass
Motorcyclists lift their gloved and clenched fists in solidarity -we dont know why
Teal
Hot yellow on teal
Hot orange and hot pink on suntan
Define them push them bend them live in them dont shy away from them dress yourself in them
Write ideas into your cellphone in the worlds bathtub grip it tightly like taking a selfie out the window of a fast moving car
The wave coming is really fucking inevitable
So's my blowup
I dropped a rock that I had been storing in my borrowed trunks and the ocean took it
I cannot believe you fucked up my day at the beach
I just want to eat clam chowder with bloodshot Mel Gibson
Abstraction
Alot of abstraction covering everything
I was in a car in traffic on Sunset that smelled like lemon concentrate and I remembered sixteen running from the police down an ivy ravine at a kegger in the hills with my fifteen year old girlfriend cry screaming at me on my cellphone. I got a tattoo on the back of my leg today and it hurt like fucking shit. My face was sweating against the concrete sweating wrapped in the muscle of my arm jaw clenched sweating. Trash bags and styrofoam wrapping paper on the side of the road in the traffic jam listening to Long Beach jazz my girlfriend gyrates her hips at me subtly so the taxi driver doesnt notice. In 2014 Mac The Knife sounds like a Prius fogged down with industrial lemon cleaner.
Anxious stubborn searing hot sunlight.
A beautiful example of Detroit steel. 
Unending cellular engagement. All things. The order of language. No one word is any more profound than any other.  
Incorrigible sunlight. 

Saying no one reads poetry is just like saying painting is dead. Stupid. Smart people read poetry. And make paintings 

That birthday cake u left in the refrigerator is a babylonian apple

Its this thing. Its the Jackson Pollock pissing in the fireplace. Its the Miley Cyrus rubbing her ass with a Mexican flag that what people want from artists. To be in the butterfly cage with them. Like were not the grandchildren of plumbers. Like were exotic pole dancing sex creatures jumping on tables and found in their LES apartments with a needle jagging from their forearms.

This painting is about listening to U2 at Venice Beach

METAL THINGS
BLOSSOMING FLOWERS
SLOWMO BUTTERFLY TAKEOFFS
A MOUNTAIN STREAM
TIMELAPSE OF A THOUSAND YEARS SWEATING IN THE SUN
VINEWRAPPED
SAND IN WIND
BAREHANDED CATCHING FISH 
FOOTAGE OF BOMBS
WAVES
THE SILVER HAIR OF OLD WOMEN
ICE MELTING
THE SHADOW OF A PYRAMID
HEROISM
THE RED NAMIBIAN DESERT
THE VERY LAST SCENE IN BLADE RUNNER
THINGS DROPPING
SUNRISE


I wanna share something I dont care what I just wanna share something

Playing ball in the valley in the marbledust playing ball on granite countertops in the cloud in the valley playing ball

Along
Along
Along
Along blowing through me I am Along I am Along right now
that fading in mysterious sound tired eyes gleaming light twinkling sparkling the tiles of the unlit Hirst pool that wind of pixels blowing through the system blowing through the curtain that deep base subplot I am inside Along and how can I explain it words end where those angels and kookaburras and waterfalls and synths and stars and vacuums and partial voices and streaming lights and gusts and brushed metal horns screaming through begin

Maybe I didnt do anything for u
Maybe I didnt do as much as I wanted to

If u dont have tecate u cant have an art opening
If u have a Ferrari u dont need a plan
Dark shit
Deep dark heavy shit
A Stretchmarked
wheelchaired bellies cottaged yellow-filmed split-ended sixty year Benson and Hedges addicted interiored breathing apparatused fucking dark dark varicosed tobacco juiced red purple mens feet stuffed into white wedding pumps place. Ceramic elephants and colored wax dripping into a bowl in your garage where your pyromaniac grandson burns shit.

A working oil well juts from the dodgeball pavement.

The most important part of having an art experience is deciding whether you want to embrace it or reject it.
TMZ is everywhere! TMZ is outside your window holding a boombox! Knock knock-- Its TMZ!
Be Mexican but dont be too Mexican. An accent on your name will help or accentuate r's when you say words like rrrealism. Do not be too Mexican. Light skin will probably preserve their comfortable space as they look tp expand their markets. Maybe invite them to the beach and show them that you tan easily. Mix some good guacamole in front of them or explain that the corn in your city's tortillas is better. But be courteous. Dont speak your native tongue inside of their context. Act Mexican, tell stories about your abuela, but make sure to smoke 20 feet from the restaurant entrance. Dichos always work. & that one time you went to Oaxaca as a teenager.

There is a light blue emptyness here
Emptier than how fluorescent smells
Im on a rooftop looking through the blue air at things that look and sound like white noise
This must be just like living in paradise Van Halen at sunset on Sunset
When I look at art now it opens up into a mirror it is not itself it is a vehicle to see me myself
And it fills my in an empty invisible way like oxygen
And contemporary art just smells so good
I dont even want to look at anything I just want to be with it and feel that and try to remember that feeling and reproduce it
Pussies are really trending right now. And yesterday. And tomorrow
He is not badass he should not try to be badass
That injected narrative really broke up the thing
The thing was so interesting
This place makes me wanna listen to classical music
Summon the uber!

My heart looks like a hummingbird wing

That thing that joggers do when theyre stoned

My whole life is a cam rip


Paintings about lonas
Osea that say lona
With sonic youth sound pieces
In the rain
Behind a steamy windshield
Worn discbreaks groaning in hot rusty steam 
u wipe on ur jeans
And police lights
A motorcycle approaches
I dont know what that instrument is maybe a french horn
The rain lightens
A roadside electronic screen advertising Nikon cameras
How much would it cost to replce your bathroom fixtures? You want all marble 
White marble
Your girlfriend turns on the air conditioner
You are flying to Los Angeles
Two girls smoke cigarettes in the rain
Now its a violin you are sure of it deep in your guts
Its gonna be in a museum one day, 
You tell to her, as she complains about listening to it all day
Sundowner or something

New Berlin Bro-Tech
Young Bushwick Bach Enthusiasts Anon. 

i said this b4 ill say this again the most radical thing an artist can do right now in mexico is make good paintings

one of those kids who was in the debate club and has a penchant for arguing and devils advocacy and follows me pretty closely bc he lives in portland oregon and its culturally abject

*fashion objects* and *cultural capital* around art objects. They provide a context for the art objects and thus elevate value. Weird nightclub theory aka Does Marina Abramovic Look Like A More Important Public Figure If We Invite Models To Her MOMA Retrospective Dinner?

Old or dead

We are turning the world around us into the internet and we probably dont even realize

I am talking to my friend from LA about contemporary art profiles but I am really listening to the 4th round of a UFC title fight

A Dave Hickey essay

A search for “a ruined place”

Remembering spray painting a huge X over the top of everything hung on the wall in firehydrant red

And rearranging things

Then I was confused and I watched a childrens movie to cleanse the palette. 

isnt art talk constructed to cloak the very truth which we use language to get to the bottom of? thats kind of funny. 





I think that there are just too many people alive




That is a good enough explanation for why everythings the same. Even the very different things are the same. I am nearly the furthest away person from me. 
Both my girlfriend's and my stepmom's card readings came true. My cards were read three times and they were all equally about power and death some fucked up omnipresent element of my future that I pretend Ive forgotten
Id like not to die young
Maybe going camping will remind me of a time when I was actually excited about anything
I do want to see what happens

Also, absolutely one of the most fun things about art is finding and communicating what you dont like about it. This person shares said enjoyment. I dont care if I agree or not with the individual reviews. I have no glimmer in my eye about making that decision. I like listening to smart people articulate what art makes them think about and why.

That person probably makes really smart art thats about being really smart. 
Which is not very exciting to me
Id rather look at a drawn out version of a complex math equation
Probably making painting about painting is not a good idea either
Tho its a good way to start understanding what you like dont like about painting
Just doesnt have anything for the viewer to interact with

I do think that this is what criticism looks like now
A one sentence facebook update that evolves into a community conversation

A drunk Canadian contrarian critiquing criticism that uses the same language that they are using is everything shit and is everything funny

Its easy for me not to engage but I still like to bc I want to actually read what I think in front of me or be forced to type it

It gives our life a backbone to make art, it occupies our brain, we channel or confusion and fascination through it, 

i dont care if this has been written about in depth, i didnt read the book and im not interested. 

Anyways: beauty sleep



and like he tries to sell prints on facebook. thats the only thing real about his work. selling prints on facebook for like fifteen dollars or whatever

Black hair spray tan Aguilera. I love the smell of napalm in the morning

An Australian friend is scared to come to Mexico City, he hears some ambiguous thing might happen to him, he has some abstract idea of the violence that might bestow itself to him in this particular context that he or she or it cannot define. There is no PR system pushing an image of safety to the foreign mass. Meanwhile, at Bullets and Burgers, a shooting range outside of Las Vegas (of all abject places), a 9 year old girl fills a 39 year old Army veteran's dome full of lead with an Uzi. Life forces irony on us.

The clouds are yellow. The clay-yellow of the eyes of a dogfish. Or is that blue? Or their bellies? The blue grey clay yellow skirt in between the objects in every Morandi painting. I saw a Dogfish disected when I was younger than ten in front of the old OMSI in the west hills in Portland. The sky pissed on the patio for three minutes and now my bedroom is full of the polluted chalk atomized through the french doors. It keeps dribbling as I formulate sentences and you are given the impression the pace is going to pick up any second. 

We all end in soil. Making art is curating the world into poetic phrases you believe in or phrases that sound like a sound you believe in a sound u wanna listen to. And why not. Fat juicy giant summer hamburger softball mothed ideas the ones looming longblueshadowed hanging in the air of the last decade. A person works six years for a six minute feeling. Go against yesterdays word it was just a word and it was yesterday it wasnt today it surr wasnt tomorrow. Functionally broke Los Angeles hangout awhile because your friend convinced you itd be fun. Certain impermanence. See what happens. It was like drawing you would have thought. It was like an insane risk. But not really. Artists are gamblers and they want to live in a way that inspires a script or to be dashed on the rocks. But we are also just boring underwear wearing monkey humans with Moms and we all end up as soil. Did your soil write good poetry? Did your soil hum prodigious in the daylight?
I couldnt sleep I laid in bed thinking about art trying to put my finger on it and explain it to myself and everything evaded me like a herd of goats.
Inexplanatory.
Let that sixthirty a.m. dustfill fan lull you back under the curtains.


He was funny she was kind of a bad bitch he idk they idk them idk idgaf
2many syllables for a haiku?
Just realized im not antisocial enough to use Twitter. Twitter is the sitting on a boat fishing by yourself all day platform. Before the internet proper the internet was a backpack full of books. in the future the word internet will replace words like "knowledge." Maybe even words like "art" and "music" too.

There is a dog out the window that wants to kill me. 

Its a scary shiny black blur of a dog like that japanese photographer. It bites my feet endlessly and I am listening to sounds. 
Brown hair curled past my eye. A laptop half shut balanced on a forearm opening the shower door and turn it on all the way hot with sad eyes and moth holes. 
Some days are down days. Private days. Days where you talk quietly. 
The world beat the fight out of me. 
Some days are days that you appreciate minimalism and breaths between things. 
We complain but DJs have it harder than us.
It sounded like the neighbors were having weird sex but it was just dogs making noise and now it sounds like cops. 
I just grabbed a handful of ants in the darkness.
Fashion decisions made by construction workers.
Lemon yellow. Graffiti on the ceiling. Red tits and penetration.

Deer trails. Garbage bags emptied and detritus piles.
A student rolls down the bulletproof black window of an Escalade and waves to my girlfriend and we realize that there is nothing to know or learn and that life is sewn together with a thread of beautiful forgettable gestures. 
The only thing that art changes is art. A carte blanche for sob stories and injected narratives that have nothing to do with the formal reading of the work.

Let people think for themselves. Its hard to push collectors out of their extremely priveledged nest, help them fly. A band called los bichos de monte alban.
Fill the space with flowers fill the space with plastic fill the space with pastel azteca and engine lubrication fill the space with clothes and dirty dishes and ants fill the space with cheap street candy and mushroom truffles fill the space with trumpets trombones tubas cocaine lizards tropical fish fill the space with embezzled money and cleaning detergent and crashed motocycles fill the space fill the space with lime green paint and delicados and dirty yellow fill the space with water buckets fill the space with black thumb prints fill the space with loud fucking noise and used mattresses and vinyl and call it what I learned.
Look at that light come through the trees
Thats like european light!
A trans critique of oxygen
Sonic Youth Hey Joni Reggaeton airplane takeoffs and gunclaps and horns
The Top Gun theme song Blasting through the darkest orifice of the neighborhood taco shop
Hold your phone and Whatsapp it to my friend from New York
An art studio inside a hyperbaric chamber inside a shipping crate to reverse the effects

Middle distance runners
The way people live
Beauty in chaos
Mexican Winnie from The Wonder Years walking down Orizaba
What happens if instead of taking away we keep adding and adding elements
Does it topple
Does it reach terminal velocity
That house was an Anselm Kiefer sculpture
That house was an Iguana Tank
In Egypt
And they read the most boring fucking poems of my life 

I refused indignant 
To allow my life to be as flat and brackish as a well hemmed Connecticut
Cinder block valleys
That song that Kanye sampled on Radio Ibero
Wutup with all the ants
Wutup with Ideas
Exponential Echo
The Autotune glistened glistening beadworked gold gilded gold leafed sunset burnoff crochetted sky woven ocean 

A rounded room with bursting yellow and violet abstract lily pads
A full space 
Handsome and beautiful lounging draped in monochrome Rick Owens consuming opiates
A matte black 7 inch long line spray painted over a transparent magazine wrapper bunched on the worn industrial grey enameled concrete floor
U must be my lucky star
A rooftop garden tramped with shit

A feril bird hound
A whore on Calzada de Tlalpan fishes open the passenger door of a Mercury Mountaineer and dives in.
I cant believe u pretend to relax in nothingness when u r really relaxing in everythingness.

is poetry the new abstract expressionism?

I have a lot of questions. I woke up on a mattress on the floor of the tv room of my stepmoms house in tlalpan with cats and dogs making noises through the open window. I wondered if my Portland Japanese Garden hat crinkled on the floor counts as a sculpture. I read some article about Kasper Sonne blowing up and I didnt believe it and then I saved one of the pictures of his show in a folder on my desktop titled PAINTERS WHO PUT DISTRACTING OBJECTS and I read some of Alex Bienstock’s facebook posts about art being bullshit. I will never forget the cocaine dealer in the street putting his baby son down just long enough to press the baggies into our fingers. I don't want artforum to do the review I want pitchfork to do the review.

The projected video at the gallery is good to meditate to and stand in front of its light and check the sharpness of your jawline in the shadow on the wall. You look hot today. The video - whatever - itll sell. 


I woke up and thought in a silent sunpatch. The feeling when ur in a palatial uptown church on dusty weekday afternoon and you watch slow fragments float through streams of pure light. The wind blows your hair in a way you dont like. Trying to codify thoughts about art and life and what the fuck I am doing and why I impose so much haste on myself. Conflation of trend and ability. I refuse this. I refuse alot of things. Sometimes I regret refusing things. A controlled vacuum that buffers us from ambient changes while we string ideas together. Our lives have so many breaks and interruptions and pauses that everything we think is effected and everything we make is effected. To this day I dont understand the application of effect vs. affect. I read their respective definitions on dictionary.com every time I use them and still. We make sculptures and paintings or photoshop something in bursts of five minutes and then pause to smoke a camel and check our motorolas. We had headphones on to disappear into the work but the impartiality of the world was more in our face than ever and our rhythm was broken by beeps and notices we dont know what the overall impact of this will be but we know that older people do not appreciate it or understand it so we clam off to them and everything they do and think and say to us and dig deeper into our transparency and convince ourselves of something that we dont know.


I want art to create a place a place full of ideas and non ideas a place full of things and non things and sounds and silences I want art to create a place and I want to go inside that place and think about art and think about non art and not think paintings are art sculptures are art ideas are art fashion is art music is art those thrown away objects you scuffle past on the street are art every picture you take with your cracked phone is art that feeling you get when you see something perfect and cant photograph it is art art is art art is not art too riding your bicycle in the evening is art writing about art is art when you wake up its art. 


I moved to Mexico to have space to breath and develop and enjoy life at the pace I wanted to. It feels more and more inevitable that the only way to get to the next level as an artist is to close off more. 


I am making alot of changes to my practice. Or intending to. Making mockups. Changing the way I use language and hopefully the way I present myself. I am begging for honesty for and from myself. To be exposed. Not in the sense of limelight and transparency but in the way of determining and revealing frailty. I think there is something very valuable in that. Something beautiful. A rigorous effort. Something I want to be a part of. 


I wonder if my brain is sharper when my internet connection is better. 


Yesterday I was the subject of a photoshoot and I looked sweaty and masculine and handsome and then I realized who the fuck cares. 


We are all equally articulate so why prefer one mind over the other? Some things sing more than others. I love Monet but he only had one note. It was a perfect note. It was a William Basinsky note. I want to make multiple notes. Kippenberger was only concerned with multiple notes. A symphony. An album. A good new album, with outsourced specialized production. Richter made many notes. Well, he had enough notes for me to get behind him. His best work wasnt even a painting! I love Frankenthaler but she only had one note. Jenny Saville fell off because she only had one note and it flattened and went off key over time and Cecily Brown might have two notes or really one and a half but they are so fucking good and so full and so full of flesh and meat. I am listening to Shabazz Palaces right now which is like as ill as Kanyes Yesus but less pop and more periphery... and that reminds me how many notes and textures Yesus has and that I want to be a painter who can make notes like that. 


Of course my subject matter is myself. 


GO TO A TOWN YOU DONT KNOW AND ASK PEOPLE YOU DONT KNOW FOR THINGS


I AM NOT A CONCEPTUAL ARTIST; BOTH FACT AND LOOPHOLE WHICH HELP SHED THE NECESSARY EXPLANATION AS TO THE REASON OR MEANING FOR GESTURES. I AM GLAD THAT I AM NOT A CONCEPTUAL ARTIST. I THINK IT WOULD BE WASTEFUL TO MAKE ART AND THEN SIT AROUND WRITING ESSAYS TO EXPLAIN WHAT I JUST DID. INSTEAD ILL JUST MOVE ON TO MAKING THE NEXT PIECE. THIS IS IT. I MADE IT ON A STORMY AFTERNOON IN MEXICO.


LOOKING FOR AN UNPAID INTERN *MUST BE A TRAPP EXPERT*


I REMEMBER THE DREAMS I HAD WHEN I WAS A CHILD BUT I DONT HAVE DREAMS NOW THESE SOUND WAVES LOOK LIKE THAT ABSTRACT EXPRESSIONIST DUDE WHOSE NAME I GET CONFUSED WITH MAPPLETHORPE WHO MAKES BIG BLACK PAINTINGS ABOUT SPANISH POLITICS

A BLOG IS NEVER FINISHED
AN ABSTRACT PAINTING IS NEVER FINISHED
WHEN DOES A POEM END? WHEN DOES AN ABSTRACT PAINTING END?

WEY CREES K NO ESTAN APPROVECHANDO DE LA ONDA CLICHE MEXICANO PUT MORE SKULLS GET BIGGER BUDGETS BIG BLONDE GUYS WHO ROW BOATS AND EAT IVY BOARDING SCHOOL LIFE 4 LYFE DEAD POETS FUTURE LEADERS PINSTRIPED CURLED HAIRFLIPS TAILORED NOSES TAILORED TANS TAILORED TEETH AND SOFT CURSIVED HOLIDAYED FRAGRANCED ACCENTS ONLY POOR PEOPLE WEAR HATS IN ENGLAND ONLY POOR PEOPLE WEAR HATS IN MEXICO AND ONLY POORS PROBABLY WEAR HATS IN YUGOSLAVIA TOO
ADULT MALES WITH CARGO SHORTS
A COLOMBIAN MAN SCREENS A MEXICAN WOMAN FOR COCAINE IN LONDON
SUSAN POWTER LOUIS VUITTON FULL LENGTH LEOPARD SCARF BLEACH BLONDE PLATINUM BANGLES INCREDIBLY SUSPICIOUS TRAVELING THROUGH BORDERS AT A NEW AGE RESTAURANT LINED WITH MASERATIS WHERE RICH WOMEN CONGREGATE AFTER SENDING THEIR PRETEENS TO BOARDING SCHOOL AND GET HIGH ON GREEN SUPERJUICE AND LAVENDER BATH BARS AND HIDE TRASHY OLD TATTOOS UNDER THE FACES OF THEIR TENTH ANNIVERSARY WATCHES

I WENT TO A COLLECTORS HOUSE AND I SAW A STACK OF YOUR PIECES AND I THOUGHT IT LOOKED BEAUTIFUL

I WENT TO LONDON EXPECTING TO HATE IT AND DRAGGING ALL AMERICAN CLICHE BAGGAGE ALONG WITH ME WHAT PEOPLE TOLD ME ABOUT RAIN AND BORING BOILED SAUSAGES IT TOTALLY WON ME OVER I HAVE NEVER SEEN SO MANY FUCKING MAYBACHS THE STRATA IS SO COMPLICATED HACKNEY WICK IS LIKE BUSH WICK I WANNA HEAR THE STORY BEHIND THE NAME OF EVERY PLACE ON THE MAP ESPECIALLY CRYSTAL PALACE AND ON THE TUBE A BIG TALL BLOND DUDE WITH A PORCELAIN TEETHED GIRLFRIEND WHO HID ACNE UNDER HER MASCARA AND FAKE TAN REMINDED ME OF UPPER ECHELON BREEDING RITUALS AND THE HEIGHT TO POWER RATIOS OF HISTORICAL EUROPEAN LEADERS I WANNA GO BACK I ONLY KNOW THE WORLD THROUGH MOVIES LIKE EMPIRE RECORDS AND THAT WONT STAND MAN

ALSO OLD WOMENS VOICES ARE AMAZING


MAYBACHS VERDANT WONDERFUL GRASSY I SAW MONET IN PARIS I SAW RICHTER IN STOCKHOLM I SAW RUBY IN LA I SAW TWOMBLY IN CHICAGO AND NOW IM MAKING STUFF BC I SAW THOSE THINGS I HOPE THATS OKAY MAYBE NOT THE NARRATIVE U WERE LOOKING 4 THE WHITE NOISE NARRATIVE THE WHITE NOISE NARRATIVE TURN THE WHOLE SHOW INTO THE GIFT SHOP I WANT TO JUSTIFY THIS IDEA NUMERICALLY HOW CAN YOU HELP ME JUSTIFY THIS QUESTION NUMERICALLY I AM JUSTIFYING THE BREATH OF AIR I JUST TOOK NUMERICALLY DID YOU NOTICE THE IMPACT THAT A CITYS ARCHITECTURE HAS ON THE FASHION OF ITS RESIDENTS? I AM FIGHTING TO MAKE MY LIFE WORTH SOMETHING MORE THAN WHITE NOISE I AM FIGHTING AGAINST MYSELF TO MAKE MY LIFE WORTH SOMETHING MORE THAN WHITE NOISE WHATS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN EXPLANING THE MESSAGE THAT ART PROJECTS AND THE MESSAGE ITSELF? CAN WE EXPLAIN ART CAN WE EXPLAIN ART IDEAS DOES ANYONE BUY OUR EXPLANATION DO WE BUY OUR EXPLANATION DOES OUR ART BUY OUR EXPLANATION IVE SEEN SO MANY THINGS I CANT SEE ANYMORE THINGS EVERYTHINGS A MUSH IVE THOUGHT OF SO MANY INARTICULATE FLYING THINGS THEYRE A WHIR KEEPING UP WITH THE KARDASHIANS COMES TO OXFORD ENGLAND IF YOU CAN SEND YOUR CHILDREN TO SCHOOL HERE DO IT. THREE ROOMS OF WORK THAT DO NO PERTAIN TO EACHOTHER. IT IS NOT MY JOB TO WRITE A NARRATIVE MAYBE THAT IS YOUR JOB TO WRITE A NARRATIVE A SIMPLE UNDERWATER PLOOF SILT CLOUDS SCREEN PRINT G SHIT OVER THE TOP GOD SHIT NARRATIVES IN ART ARE A JOKE THEYRE A TOOL THAT MAKES THE COLLECTOR FEEL LIKE THEYRE DOING A GOOD DEED WHEN I SAY NARRATIVE I MEAN THE NEW NARRATIVE WHERE THE ARTIST COMES FROM WHATS THEIR GENDER SEXUALITY ETC OH MY GOD THIRD WORLD ETC THEY ACT AS AMAZING DISTRACTIONS FROM THE WORK THE WORK ACTUALLY ONLY SERVES TO LEVERAGE ALMS FROM THE COLLECTING CLASS (WHOSE NARRATIVE IS STATIC) TO THE NARRATORS POCKETS SO THESE ARE SOME OF THE THINGS IM INTERESTED IN A HAT COLLECTION ON THE WALL AND A COLLECTION OF SHIRTS I HOPE THEYLL BE STITCHED UP BY THEN MAYBE EVEN AN ART COLLECTION DEFINITELY A ROCK COLLECTION I GAVE AWAY MY BOOK COLLECTION AND MY LEGOS AND MY MAGIC CARDS AND MY VIDEO GAMES I SOLD THEM ALL FOR FIFTY BUCKS BEING IN ENGLAND MAKES ME WANT TO THINK AND MAKE MONEY AND TAKE RISKS I HOPE ILL BE HERE AGAIN. A ROOM WITH ME TALKING A ROOM WITH SCULPTURES AND INSTALLATIONS FOUND ON THE STREET A SMALL ROOM WITH HATS AND SHIRTS MAYBE A HALLWAY A ROOM WITH BIG BIG PAINTINGS THIS IS A MUSEUM SHOW ARENT YOU TIRED IM TIRED TOO GOOD THING WE ARE LISTENING TO COFFEESHOP JAZZ AND IT SMELLS LIKE IDEAS EVERYTHING MUST GO! BURN THE HOUSE! BURN DOWN THE HOUSE! DYINS NO FUN EVERY WAY TO DIE IS A HORRIBLE WAY TO DIE OMG THAT WOMAN AT THAT NEW AGE DELI TOLD THAT NARRATIVE TO HER FRIENDS THEY WERE ALL AT THE COUNTER BUYING VEGAN ENCHILADAS AND THEY LIKE THAT NARRATIVE


WE DONT CELEBRATE MANY PEOPLE WHILE THEY ARE ALIVE


MODEL TURNED ASTROPHYSICIST 


LETS CHAT ABOUT PHOTOSHOP TECHNIQUES OVER SMALL UNSATISFYING FRENCH COFFEES


I REALLY CARE I REALLY REALLY REALLY DO CARE


BOUT THAT TIMELESSNESS


A DIRTY CHAIR IN A QUIET ROOM


A REVISED COLLECTION OF WRITING DONE IN EUROPE FOR A NEW SOUND PIECE: 

IT IS ITS OWN LANGUAGE EVERYTHING MOVES RECORD ONE PASSAGE THAT MEANS SOMETHING I BRUSHED MY FINGERS THROUGH A PLANT THEN ACROSS THE ROCK WALLS OF BUILDINGS I BRUSHED MY FINGERS AGAINST A TARP HANGING ON THE WALL I WAS LAYING ON TOP OF A GRAVE LISTENING TO THE WIND AND CRICKETS AND FROGS AND BIRDS ON THE GRAVEL SILENT SHUFFLING AROUND AND GULPING PINK WINE OUT OF A WATER BOTTLE RESPECTFULLY I THOUGHT OF BEING BURIED THERE I THOUGHT OF BEING BURIED AT THE COAST IN OREGON THE WAVES FOREVER THERE WAS NO BREEZE THE TREES WERE DARK BLACK GREEN AND MELTED INTO THE BLUE NIGHT SHIFTING IN THE SKY WITH BLACK DOTS IN THE MIDDLE OF THEM THINGS COULD STAND TO BE DIRTIER OR FLESHIER OR SOMETHINGIER STONE IN FOCUS SYNTH PADS TWINKLING BLARING OUT MOLDY STUDIO A PHAT JBL SUBWOOFER SHAKING THE ANCIENT HUTS OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD CAUTION YELLOW JANITOR PANTS DULLED RIPPED THE REAR SEAM THE ZIPPER HANDS STIPPLED PURPLE KIWI GREEN DEEP TURQUOISE BITTEN DOWN NAILS BLACK BUTTER YELLOW CURTAIN BLOWING GUSTS OF SUMMER BIRD CHIRPS CRUNCHING GRAVEL TOURISTS FEET DRAGGING MAGENTA FLOWERS MAGENTA STAINS SPECKLED LEFT KNEE A CAR WAITING IN NEUTRAL A VAN A PLANE MEDIEVAL ROCK WALLS THE CLOUDS R FAT COWS MY EYES R EATING THE STARS MY MOUTH IS EATING THE PURPLE NIGHT THE SUN OBFUSCATED A SHEEPISH LAYER OF GREY CLOUDS A COUNTRY MOUSE SCAMPERS THROUGH THE HALLWAY THE RAIN IS BEATING AGAINST THE WINDOWS THE SCOTCH BROOM THAT CUTS YOUR FEET RUNNING THROUGH THE DUNES BENT OVER SUBMISSIVE AND SHIVERING UNDER THE RAIN LIKE A TIRED HORSE MY KNUCKLES AND BETWEEN MY FINGERS AND UNDER THE NAILS OF MY HANDS AND THE BACK OF MY FOREARMS AND MY ELBOWS DRIED PATCHES OF STUBBORN DARK GREEN ENAMEL PAINT THAT WONT SCRUB OFF COMPLETELY COVERED WITH A THICK IMPASTO OF PURPLE AND BLACK SOMEONE IS COOKING SAUSAGES IN THE KITCHEN SOMEONE SERVES ME A CUP OF COFFEE PAUSED SITTING SLOWRISING FUMES THAT SCUFFING SQUEAKING FRICTION SOUND YOUR FEET MAKE AS YOU WALK DOWN DRY SAND DRIPPING WHITE MINERALS BOTTLES ON THE FLOOR FRUIT ON THE FLOOR TENNIS BALLS ON THE FLOOR HAMMERS BOXCUTTERS ON THE FLOOR MARBLES TACKS DICE SOCKS NOTHINGNESS SCREWTOP CAPS ON THE FLOOR VINES OVERTAKING HOUSES I SAW A DROP OF BLACK SPRAY PAINT ON MY DICK HOW DOES IT SOUND TO HEAR SOMEONE BITE THEIR TOENAILS THROUGH A THIN PLASTIC DOOR A DEAD TOXIC ABORTED BLACK GREEN EMBRYONIC CHEMICAL WOMB AN ABYSS SWIRLING DRIED LIKE SPIT IN OUR MOUTHS LOST ON FOOT IN FRENCH FARM COUNTRY LIFES A SMITHS SONG PURGATORY HIATUSED HEAVY AND GREY AND DENSE PURPLE ROADS THE RIVER THE ARCHITECTURE THE SKY FLATTENED OUT FLAT WHITE EGGSHELL DEMI MATTE WARMISH TITANIUM CLEAR CAULK WHITE GUM BLACK TAR ON THE BACK OF SHEETMETAL SIGNS GLUED TO BRICK AND CONCRETE IN DOTS AND LINES TOWERING WET SAND COLORED PYRAMIDS INDUSTRIAL WIDE LANE CLEARCUT BACH HOLERIPPED HARD BORING RIGHTANGLED GRANITE A DOUR MEASLY FLAT YAKUZA HAWAII BOMBED OUT AND GLASSCOVERED AND WIDE AND COLD AND HEAVY AUSTERE A STAINLESS STEEL INDUSTRIAL KITCHEN RIGIDITY WEAPONIZATION PROTOPROMETHEUS DRY AND FLAT AN OPEN BOTTLE OF CALIFORNIA RIESLING RECORKED AND SITTING IN THE DOOR OF THE REFRIGERATOR FOR 14 MONTHS VINEGARED VINEGRIT FLOATING COLLECTING AT THE BOTTOM BROODING PROMOTIONAL MATERIAL KIDS KICKING DEFLATED SOCCERBALLS IN THE SPRAYPAINTED PARK IS LIFE CREAM COLORED OR WOLLEN IS LIFE RIGID OR CONCRETE DOES LIFE GET FACIALS AND BATHE WITH HOTEL SOAP IS LIFE QUILTED IS LIFE HIGH HEELED AND COBBLE STONED IS LIFE A VOLVO IS LIFE A MUD PUDDLE FULL OF CIGARETTE BUTTS IS LIFE 17 EUROS AN HOUR IS LIFE BLUSTERY AND GREY AND FUR LINED AND GOOSE DOWNED AND CAWING IS LIFE A TURTLE NECK IS LIFE BALDING AND WEARING A HELMET IS LIFE THE WORN GRAPHICS ON THE BOTTOM OF A SKATE BOARD IS LIFE BAGGY PANTSED WITH WHITE ART INDUSTRY COTTON TOTE DOES LIFE UNLOCK ITS BIKE WITH CLICKING HEELS AND REVVING ENGINES DOES LIFES LIGHTER FLICKER AND BURN SMALL AND DIMLY DOES LIFE WEAR TRENCHCOATS AND CARRY LIGHT JACK WOLFSKIN TRAVEL PACKS DOES LIFE SPEAK JAPANESE DOES LIFE HOLD HANDS AND PIGGYBACK ITS CHILDREN DOES LIFE LEAK AND STAIN ITS COASTER DOES IT DRIP ONTO ITS PANTS AND SOCKS DOES LIFE WEAR LIMEGREEN WINDBREAKERS AND GET AN AFTERNOON BUZZ DOES LIFE DOWNLOAD TORRENTS AND COMB ITS HAIR TO THE SIDE AND CHECK ITS TEXTMESSAGES ON A BURNER PHONE DOES LIFE SPAM DOES LIFE ENJOY THE SENSATION OF HAND CREAM AND HAVE AN URGE TO GO TO BATHROOM AND WEAR NAVY BLUE V NECK HENLEY SHIRTS DOES LIFE LOSE SENSATION IN ITS RIGHT FINGER TIPS ON A CRISP EARLY SUMMER DAY DOES LIFE HAVE A FLUORESCENT RED IPHONE CASE AND LEAN AGAINST A STREETPOLE WITH A LOST LOOK IN ITS EYES DOES LIFE HAVE A TOUGH TIME FINDING THE MENS BATHROOM TO REMIND ITSELF OF FREER TIMES LIFE WAKES UP WITH YELLOW FINGERS AND EATS CHOCOLATE IN THE BATHROOM LIFE DOESNT PAY FOR PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION OR FOR INFORMATION LIFE IS READY TO FIST FIGHT LIFE SNEAKS INTO EVENTS LIFE PISSES IN BEDROOM CLOSETS AND HACKS UP PHLEGM AND WASHES ITS PERIOD BLOOD OUT OF TEXTILES AND JUDGES PEOPLES HAIRCUTS AND INTENTIONS LIFE IS CONCERNED WITH PHOTO ANGLES AND SOCIAL POSITIONS LIFE LEAVES LIPSTICK STAINS AND BREAKS CHAIRS LEANING AT WEAK ANGLES AND FLIPS OFF CARS LIFE TRIPS ON WET SHOELACES LIFES HANDS ARE WARMED IN A CAFE LIFES HANDS ARE WARMED BY STEAM OF ITS OWN PISS AND LIFES HANDS STAY IN THE POCKET OF LIFES JACKETS AS THEY SHOULD ON A GREY DAY IPAD SINGLE SERVING YOGURT CONTAINER INSIDE OUT FISH SOCKS GERSHWIN CHOPPED AND SCREWED: A SOUND PIECE DERIVATIVE OF PHILLIP GLASS THAT REMINDS YOU OF WAKING UP SWEATY IN A HOT CAR WITH THE WINDOWS ROLLED UP A HUGE MUSEUM GLASS BUDGET FAR AWAY FROM US PRETEXT GENIUS ANARCHY UTOPIA A FULL CIRCLE ART GESTURE STACKED EVERYWHERE AGAINST THE WALLS FREE VALUELESS IMPOSSIBLY UNFINANCIAL AND INFINANCIAL A PASTEL PINK CARNATION BABY GIRL PINK BUTTON UP RAINBOW REFLECTIVE SUNGLASSES HAIR PULLED BACK IN A NEAT BUN NUMB LAUGHING FLOATING THE LAST PASS TIRED RAINY TOMORROW A GREY BLACK HALF MATTE HALF GLOSS RAGAMUFFIN PLOP OF WHAT WE ARE EMPTY A SOULMAN A BLUE PURPLE CHALKY SOULMAN BACKGROUNDS FOR LIFESTYLES BACKGROUNDS FOR SOCIAL SCENARIOS INCONSISTENTLY TRANSCENDENTAL GESTURES THAT SMELL LIKE CAMPFIRES WAITING ODD HOURS DISPLACEMENT NOTHINGNESS BIRDS CHIRPING HOLED UP IN A CHEMICAL BOX WALKING THROUGH MEADOWS WITH NO OBJECTIVE STRETCH MARKS CRICKETS COBALT BLUE VIRIDIAN SHARP YELLOW BUTTONS WARBLES LIMITS VIOLENCE MARBLED HANDS RAFAEL DUSTED CLAYED ROADS TORN JUNGLED LAZIED THICKETS MOSSED INTERJECTED CRACKED BROWN TOPSOILED AND EXTINGUISHED IN THE CARRIAGE PATH THE SMELL OF A TERRARIUM PLODDING BEVELED CROAKS FROM THE FLUNG MOUNTAINED PASTORAL STACKED COILED THROWN ABOUT GREEN HANGGLIDING DAPPLE THERE IS NO OBJECTIVE I HOPE IT RAINS A DEER RAN ACROSS THE ROAD A DELACROIX PAINTING MUDTRACKS THE NARROW STRIP OF PAVEMENT RETURNING TO THE VILLAGE THE IVY CLINGING TO THAT TREE THAT WEEDWACKER HUMMING DOWN THE HILL THE CRICKETS THE BIRDS QUIET AND COLD AS A MORGUE I AM SMOKING A CIGARETTE OUT THE WINDOW AND IT IS CRACKLING LIKE CHINESE NEW YEARS SMOKING LIKE A XOCHIMILCO MORNING ONE CONFUSED BIRD CHIRPING FAR AWAY DEEP NIGHT RUBBING MY HAIR AGAINST THE PILLOW SOUNDS WAVES BRAKING A MOSSY SATELLITE DISH A MEDIEVAL ROOFTOP A RIVER RUNS THROUGH IT WALKING THROUGH THE WOODS TAKING A BREAK STARING PIERCINGLY INTO NATURE AS THE FORMS COLLAPSE INTO ABSTRACTION WALKING DOWN THE ROAD.

BEEN FIGHTING W A PAINTING FOR A WHILE TOO LONG A WHILE I SHAVED MY BEARD THOUGHT ITD SWAY MY LUCK ITS A BASEBALL THING NOTHIN LEARNING BOUT KNOWIN WHEN TO FOLD EM N FOLDING EM PAINTERS HAVE TO HAVE THE MEMORY OF A GOLDFISH 2MOROS ANOTHER DAY THAT SAYING ABOUT THE BAR EATING U


IT IS ITS OWN LANGUAGE


EVERYTHING MOVES IN THAT ONE DIRECTION


RECORD ONE PASSAGE THAT ACTUALLY MEANS SOMETHING


SYNC TO FIT OVER THE TOP OF MANY SONGS IN SUCCESSION SLOWER AND FASTER DEPENDING ON SONG LENGTH

PROCESS

SUCCESS FAILURE FAILURE FAILURE

IF U R THINKING ABOUT PAINTING ALL THE TIME I GUESS U R A PAINTERS PAINTER I GUESS I AM A PAINTERS PAINTER

LIKE REALLY SMART KIDS ARE MAKING SMART WORK THATS KIND OF CONFUSED BC THEY ARE THAT LOOKS LIKE ALL THE OTHER SMART CONFUSED KIDS WORKS SO


I DONT KNOW IF IVE BEEN TO A PLACE WHERE I DIDNT HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY I DIDNT HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY WHEN I LEFT I BRUSHED MY FINGERS THROUGH A PLANT THAN ACROSS THE ROCK WALLS OF THE BUILDINGS I THOUGHT IT WAS TOO CLOSE TO BE FAR I THOUGHT IT WAS TOO CLOSE TO BE SPECIAL  THERES NOTHING TO SAY ITS FUNNY WHEN YOURE TRYING TO REMEMBER NOT TO FORGET SOMETHING IMPORTANT AN IMPORTANT EXPERIENCE BECAUSE ITS IMPOSSIBLE I WAS LAYING ON TOP OF A GRAVE LISTENING TO THE WIND AND CRICKETS AND FROGS AND BIRDS MARK WAS ON THE GRAVEL KARA WAS SILENT YANN WAS SHUFFLING AROUND AND GULPING WINE OUT OF A WATER BOTTLE RESPECTFULLY WE WERE STARING AT A WALL OF A CHURCH FROM 900 AD AND WE ALL REALIZED THAT WE WERENT SHIT I PISSED ON THE CHURCH WALL BC I WANTED TO FEEL SOMETHING BUT I WAS FEELING SOMETHING ALREADY I HAD TO LEAVE BECAUSE IT WAS TOO REAL FOR ME I THOUGHT OF BEING BURIED THERE I THOUGHT OF BEING BURIED AT THE COAST IN OREGON AND MY BODY HEARING THE WAVES FOREVER I THOUGHT OF WHICH WOULD BE MORE BEAUTIFUL THERE WAS NO BREEZE THE TREES WERE DARK BLACK GREEN AND MELTED INTO THE BLUE NIGHT I SAW MORE STARS THE LONGER I LOOKED AND THEY WERE SHIFTING IN THE SKY WITH BLACK DOTS IN THE MIDDLE OF THEM I WONDERED IF I WAS DRUNK BUT I KNEW IT WAS TOO TRANSCENDENTAL AND ID FORGET AND I DIDNT WE ALL KNEW THAT WHEN WE WALKED BACK WED RETURN TO HUMANS AND WE DID


EVERY YOUNG POST INTERNET CONTEMPORARY ART SHOW WHITE ROOM WITH SMALL OBJECTS THE PRETEENGALLERY MODEL I AM GUILTY VERY GUILTY OF THIS HOW CAN WE NOT DO THIS OR TALK ABOUT THIS AND PUSH IT SOMEWHERE? THINGS COULD STAND TO BE DIRTIER OR FLESHIER OR SOMETHINGIER

APHEX TWIN STONE IN FOCUS

HERE FEELS LIKE SYNTH PADS TWINKLING THIS MENTALITY I MEAN ITS NIGHTTIME THE PERFECT TIME TO BE CRITICAL OF YOURSELF WITH SYNTH PADS SURROUNDING YOU

WHEN YOU LOOK AT THE SKY YOU REALIZE HOW POINTLESS LANGUAGE IS


DUCHAMP 3.0


WHAT DOES THE TERM PAINTERS PAINTER MEAN?

I JUST FINISHED THE BASIC FRAMEWORK FOR A NEW SOUNDPIECE ILL SHOW IN LES ARQUES FRANCE DURING THE OPENING OF LA START-UP BLARING OUT OF MY MOLDY STUDIO WITH A PHAT JBL SUBWOOFER SHAKING THE ANCIENT HUTS OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD I AM SURE THE MAYOR WILL COMPLAIN ABOUT AND I WILL ABSOLUTELY NOT EMPATHIZE. FASHION BEFORE FUNCTION. 

HES A CURATOR, WELL, HES A LAWYER...BUT HES A CURATOR AS WELL

STARSTRUCK BY THE AMERICAN APPAREL MODELS AT UR ART SHOW


PEOPLE LOVE REFLECTIVE 'WILL' AND 'DEATH' WORK. ITS SO FINITE. COLLECTORS LOVE TO BE REMINDED THAT ARTISTS WILL DIE AND THEIR WORK WILL BE WORTH SOMETHING. 


PREINTERNET:NINTENDO REFERENCES AND EARLER

POSTINTERNET:SUPERNINTENDO REFERENCES AND LATER

ART IS GREATER THAN EVER


CAUTION YELLOW JANITOR PAINTS DULLED RIPPED THE REAR SEAM THE ZIPPER HANDS STIPPLED PURPLE KIWI GREEN DEEP TURQUOISE BITTEN DOWN NAILS BLACK BUTTER YELLOW CURTAIN BLOWING GUSTS OF SUMMER BIRD CHIRPS CRUNCHING GRAVEL TOURISTS FEET DRAGGING MAGENTA FLOWERS MAGENTA STAINS SPECKLED LEFT KNEE A CAR WAITING IN NEUTRAL A VAN A PLANE MEDIEVAL ROCK WALLS THE CLOUDS R FAT COWS MY EYES R EATING THE STARS MY MOUTH IS EATING THE PURPLE NIGHT PASSING BY MY MY MY MY MY MY


VERY UNCLEAR THE SUN IS OBFUSCATED A SHEEPISH LAYER OF GREY CLOUDS A JMW TURNER DAY LIKE WERE AT THE COAST BUT WERE NOT LIKE ITS GONNA RAIN BUT IT IS NOT A COUNTRY MOUSE SCAMPERS THROUGH THE HALLWAY AND HIDES IN THE RADIATOR AGAINST THE WALL UNDER THE WINDOW INSIDE MY HEAD IM AT THE COAST AND THE RAIN IS BEATING AGAINST THE WINDOWS AND THE SCOTCH BROOM THE SCOTCH BROOM THAT CUTS YOUR FEET RUNNING THROUGH THE DUNES IS BENT OVER SUBMISSIVE AND SHIVERING UNDER THE RAIN LIKE A TIRED DOG WE ARE INSIDE HUDDLED NEXT TO MY UNCLES OLD BOX STOVE LISTENING TO CHET BAKER AND WATCHING THE WAVES ROLL WE CAN STARE AT THEM FOREVER THEY ARE ALWAYS THE SAME AND WE CAN STARE AT THEM FOREVER I AM LISTENING TO SPOOKYBLACK CHOPPED AND SCREWED EVERYTHING IS CHAMELEONING EVERYTHING ELSE THE MUSIC SOUNDS LIKE THE COAST FEELS I WOKE UP AND READ ARTICLES ABOUT ART GOSSIP BULLSHIT FOR 3 HOURS UNTIL I FELT BAD AND CONFUSED AND WORRIED AND TOOK A SHOWER CRUMPLED ON THE FLOOR--THOSE DAYS WHEN YOU NEVER REALLY WAKE UP YOU JUST WANT TO HIDE FROM LIFE UNTIL TOMORROW--MY KNUCKLES AND BETWEEN MY FINGERS AND UNDER THE NAILS OF MY HANDS AND THE BACK OF MY FOREARMS AND MY ELBOWS HAVE DRIED PATCHES OF STUBBORN DARK GREEN ENAMEL PAINT THAT WONT SCRUB OFF NO MATTER WHAT MY TOENAILS ARE COMPLETELY COVERED WITH A THICK IMPASTO OF PURPLE AND BLACK SOMEONE IS COOKING SAUSAGES IN THE KITCHEN AND SOMEONE ELSE SERVES ME A CUP OF COFFEE AS I STARE BLANKLY IN THOUGHT IN MY STUDIO SWEAT TRICKLING FROM MY RESPIRATOR MASK PAUSED SITTING INSPECTING MY PAINTINGS THROUGH SLOWRISING FUMES FOREVER THAT SCUFFING SQUEAKING FRICTION SOUND YOUR FEET MAKE AS YOU WALK DOWN A SAND DUNE IN WALDPORT OREGON THAT ENGLISH DOESNT HAVE A WORD FOR


I SEE PEOPLE PRINTING PHOTOSHOP SHIT ON METAL THAT THEY WANT TO BE PAINTINGS BUT THEY CANT HACK IT I SEE PEOPLE VACUUM SEALING SHIT IN THE FORM OF A PAINTING BUT THEY JUST CANT HACK IT I LOVE THAT PAINTING IS SO OUT OF VOGUE BUT THAT ALL THE COOL WWW KIDS ARE TIPTOEING AROUND IT. TAKE THAT TOE OUT OF THE POOL AND DIVE IN BABY


ALSO THE IDEA OF A *GREAT* ARTIST IN THEIR 20s IS A JOKE. SORRY. WE ALL GOTTA KEEP MAKING SHIT FOR A LONNNGGGGG TIMEEEEEE


I CLOSE MY EYES N IMAGINE THE DAY WHEN I HAVE A HANDFUL OF GALLERIES IN PARTICULAR URBAN CENTERS THAT I ENJOY VISITING. OSLO MAYBE. I IMAGINE MY GALLERISTS AS MY FRIENDS- SIMILAR TASTES IN MUSIC, SHARED PARTY HABITS. I IMAGINE USING SLANG FROM THE MAC DRE ERA IN OUR EMAIL CHAINS AND THEM UNDERSTANDING THE DIALOGUE. IS THIS POSSIBLE? 


TELL ME ABOUT UR NEW SINCERITY


I SPENT A LOT OF TIME IN A LAW OFFICE AS A CHILD AND LEARNING RULES AND BREAKING RULES AND HAVING BAD EXAMPLES TO REJECT AND NOW REJECTING ALL BAD EXAMPLES AND SIMULTANEOUSLY PERHAPS BECOMING A BAD EXAMPLE TODAY I DREW REPLICAS OF PREHISTORIC GRAFFITI ON MY ARM WITH A UNIBALL PEN UNDERGROUND IN A CAVE COVERED WITH DRIPPING WHITE MINERALS


WRITING IS SUCH AN IMPORTANT VEHICLE. EVEN IF IT SPURTS OUT IN FRAGMENTS OR DIATRIBES OR ART FORUM ESSAYS. IM MAKING A PDF OF ONE GIGANTIC IMAGE OF ALL MY DOCUMENTED WORK FROM THE LAST FIVE YEARS. IM GONNA SEND IT TO A GALLERIST IN PARIS AND TRYTA GETA JOB. I JUST GOTA JOB IN DALLAS I JUST GOTA JOB IN LONDON I JUST HADA JOB IN BERLIN I JUST HADWUN IN PARIS TOO. IM LISTENING TO DRAKE I WISH U COULD LISTEN THIS ONE SONG THAT SOUNDS LIKE CHANDELIERS MUST TASTE THE CANON PURE SONIC EMANATION AESTHETICS THAT ELEVATE YOU FROM YOUR SLOVENLY PLACE TO NIMBUSES U SHOULD LISTEN AS LOUD AS U CAN ONE DAY WELL ALL BE DEAD AND WELL NO LONGER LISTEN TO MUSIC APROVECHAR!


I DONT THINK I HAVE ANYTHING PROFOUND TO SAY. I DONT WANT TO. I DONT THINK I BELIEVE IN THAT I THINK ITS A WASTE OF OUR LIVES TO SIT AROUND AND THINK I WANT TO MAKE AND MAKE AND MAKE AND WRITE AND WRITE AND TALK AND WHEN MY TIME IS DONE SOMEONE IS WELCOME TO SIFT THROUGH THE RUBBLE AND PLUCK OUT ANY WORTHWHILE THING OR LACE THEM TOGETHER LIKE MY CHIPPEWAS ITS JUST NOT MY PROBLEM IT CANT BE MY PROBLEM I WANT SOMEONE ELSE TO PHOTOGRAPH MY WORK MOVING FORWARD AND SOMEONE ELSE TO WRITE ABOUT MY WORK MOVING FORWARD I NEED TO STICK TO GESTATION AND PRODUCTION AND GESTATION. I AM JUST A HUMAN



I JUST POKED MY GIRLFRIEND IN THE BREAST WITH AN UNLIT CIGARETTE U KNOW THE GOOFY UNFOCUSED SUGAR HAZE AFTER DRINKING ALOT OF WINE

TECHNOLOGY ADDICTION MANAGER

A BIG ARTIST NO LONGER HAS A BUDGET FOR MAKING BIG WORK, THEY HAVE A BUDGET FOR BUYING BIG PRESS

ARE THE BOTTLES ON THE FLOOR FOR SALE? IS THE FRUIT ON THE FLOOR FOR SALE? ARE THE TENNIS BALLS ON THE FLOOR FOR SALE? ARE THE MARBLES, TACKS, DICE, SOCKS, ETC ETC ETC FOR SALE?

IT IS SO COOL THAT IT DOESNT MATTER HOW BAD YOUR WORK IS YOU CAN STILL PUBLISH IT IF U HAVE THE RIGHT PRESS CONTACTS I LIKE THAT AS A CONCEPTUAL GESTURE: BEING A BAD ARTIST AND GETTING GOOD PRESS. IM GONNA GO FOR IT!
...THATS COOL. I JUS WANNA B HOT *AS AN ART GESTURE*

IM LOOKING FOR SOME GOOD NEW MOVIES TO DL ALREADY GOT THE LEGO MOVIE IT WAS OFF THE HOOK. ANY RECS? I DONT LIKE “FILMS"

DEAR RODRIGO IM GROWING MY BEARD OUT SO WE CAN FILM TRASH HUMPERS 2 IN POLANCO

NOTHINGNESS N THEN THE SHOW COMES DOWN


YOU WANT TO HANG AN ARTISTS WORK IN YOUR OFFICE OR FLIP IT OR DRINK YOUR LAGAVULIN BASKING IN ITS GLOW BUT YOU DONT WANT TO DIE FOR ART YOU JUST WANT TO USE YOUR ART TO GET PUSSY, IN SOCIOECONOMIC TERMS, OF COURSE

Ive had a long day its past midnight and I have bags under my eyes and Im slouching in my chair with my belly out. I hope some people like my work. I do. But I also hope some people dont like my work. If everybody liked my work I wouldnt have anything to push against and I wouldn't have anything to learn from. Right now Im listening to Niggas On The Moon by Death Grips & Björk! on repeat. I guess what I'm looking for in art is a feeling. It is hard to define but somehow supports me and breaks me at the same time. I think ideas are cool and all power to artists who hang onto ideas and push ideas through art, specific, concrete, perfect ideas, well placed, written into a sentence, but my brain doesn't have that capacity. In my painting work, which is the baseline by which I understand art and probably by this point the world, I am looking for sound. Actually my writing is my baseline. Hazes, waves, clouds, abstract forms. The images you see when you close your eyes that melt and change that are never concrete that are beautiful and confusing and you could never recreate the images you hold onto when youre driving past fields and trees the images your brain locks in on. Some paintings are loud and grating, like going to a concert and standing next to the speaker and then your ear is ringing for two days. Some paintings are quiet, composed, solid, checked out. Some paintings are airy like Bach, maybe so airy that theyre incomplete. Youll finish them later. Some are perfectly complex and all the parts working together like a german motor like jungle ants. Lately Lately Ive been thinking more and more about the curation of albums vs. the curation of mixtapes. I liked the way Fuck Buttons curated Tarot Sport. I like the way Kanye curated Yeezus. I am really bashful about mentioning Kanye in an interview, hes too “now” and “successful” for me to be championing. Youre always finding new textures and relationships btwn the songs. In the end I don't care if the work is “good” or “bad” or “hot” or “not,” if the overarching sound quality of the works playing in conjunction is interesting--the gesture passes. Does a viewer really want to go to a show and see twelve iterations of the same idea carefully rolled out like big obvious dumb stepping stone? I don't know. Does a viewer want to see 100 individual pieces working apart from eachother against eachother coalescing into a grandiose mindfuck? I don't know. Does the viewer want to take a stance? I dont know. But then again, all this weird business ethic shit comes into play and things get complicated. Fashion! I mean-- How do you look in the pics of your show? I keep thinking about how bored I think people are with paintings (as a whole, in general), but how excited I am by them, and this is very confusing (also that the people who are bored by paintings a lot of times just really want to be making paintings). How amazingly dramatic are fashion shows? The orchestration. The content. The buzz. The interaction between gesture and spectator. You can feel the sweat put into it. I wish art would be more like fashion. I wish art could be more like music. When a concert is over and youre outside sitting on the curb asking yourself “what the fuck just happened?” in the still night just glowing. Thats how I want art to feel. Not all the time, but a few times. Its a dream. Do you think painting just has to be meek and quiet and somehow submissive and not that exciting or only secretly exciting for people, quietly, privately, their private kink that they are nervous to share? I cannot think in concrete terms anymore, I think and write like Im making a piece. Im always making a piece. Im addicted to making pieces. This interview will be finished when I stop writing. When it feels like a singular gesture and when the words look acceptable on the page. How do you know when a piece is completed? You just do. Its like the only thing you know. I want my work to be simple. And eloquent. And accessible. And masterfully naive. I want my life to be that way, my writing, my fashion, my smile, everything. It would be weird to ask for and hope for anything else. For me a giant cloud of information spouted out is more interesting than a perfectly tailored seam and a perfectly produced 12 track studio album, yes you have to wade through a lot of shit and chaos, but you might also find something unexpected. Someone once tweeted to me that the world was too chaotic and thats why their art is so orderly. I cant buy that. The street is so much more beautiful than art. A flower is obviously so much more beautiful than art. Vines overtaking stone houses. One time I answered a bunch of interview questions and someone wrote in the comments that I was trying too hard. I have smudged green paint under my eye and I took a shower but I couldn't wash it off all the way and It looks like eyeliner. It strikes me that of course art is really a self portrait. My new series of paintings is based on the clothes I wear. Its simple.

I WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT PAINTERS PUTTING INSIGNIFICANT SCULPTURES IN THEIR PAINTING SHOWS BC THEY ARE UNCONFIDENT ABOUT THE SIMPLE HANGING SILENCE OF THEIR PAINTINGS. MY FEED IS FULL OF IT. I AM GUILTY OF THIS. MOST OF US ARE. THE FIRST STEP TO RECOVERY IS ADMISSION. 

CONCEPTUAL ART IS HEALTHIER I STEPPED OUT OF THE SHOWER AND I SAW A DROP OF BLACK SPRAY PAINT ON MY DICK HOW DOES IT SOUND TO HEAR SOMEONE BITE THEIR TOENAILS THROUGH A THIN PLASTIC DOOR MY STUDIO IS A DEAD PLACE MY STUDIO IS A DEAD TOXIC ABORTED BLACK GREEN EMBRYONIC CHEMICAL DEATH WOMB AN ABYSS SWIRLING THAT I MIGHT NOT RECOVER FROM THAT IS EATING MY NERVOUS SYSTEM THAT STAINS MY CLOTHES PUTRID AND CONVERTS EVERY WOMAN INTO A CONCERNED MOTHER I PUT ON A MASK AND HOLD MY BREATH AND DIVE IN AND TRY TO PULL OUT PEARLS THE GROUPS ENTHUSIASM HAS DRIED LIKE SPIT IN OUR MOUTHS LOST ON FOOT IN FRENCH FARM COUNTRY IF U DONT SEE HUMANS U WONT SEE ART

DAYS SO GOOD LIFES A SMITHS SONG

FLOWERS R TRENDING BC WERE TIRED OF ROBOTS

THE INSIDE OF AN EASYJET AIRPLANE IS PURGATORY THERE IS A BABY TRYING TO SUCIDE ITSELF BY SCREAMING THE EXTREMELY WEIRD MISACCENTED INTONATIONS OF THE GERMAN VOICE GIVING SAFETY INSTRUCTIONS IN ENGLISH I MUST BE ON ACID THIS FLIGHT ATTENDANT IS PUSHING A CART OF MAKEUP AND PERFUME DOWN THE AISLE TRYING TO SELL US WTF

WE DO A GOOD JOB OF BLAMING ABSTRACT SHADOWY ART WORLD NETHER WORLD FIGURES FOR A LOT OF OUR (MY) PROFESSIONAL SHORTCOMINGS, BUT I HOPE AT LEAST YOUVE NOTICED HOW INSANELY SENSATIONAL, TREND-HOPPING, AND PITHY MOST OF THE ART "PRESS" WE (I) FOLLOW IS. IF ALL THE *MOST* PUERILE STUFF DIDNT RECEIVE COVERAGE, WOULDNT IT JUST ROLL OVER N DIE? IM TRYING TO LEARN. STUDYING ART AND ARTISTS AND ART WORLD AND MARKET GIVES ME SO MANY QUESTIONS THAT CAN ONLY BE RESPONDED TO WITH WORK BY WORK. MY FRIEND TOLD ME THAT HE WAS REALLY FUCKED UP A FEW YEARS AGO AND HE GOT IN A SERIOUS CAR CRASH AND ALMOST DIED WAS IN THE HOSPITAL A LONG TIME AND IN HIS RECOVERY HE TALKED TO AN ANALYST WHO ASKED HIM WHAT HE LOVED TO DO AND HE SAID MAKE ART AND IT CLICKED AND THATS WHAT HE DOES NOW EVERYDAY AND THAT IS MY STORY TOO AND THATS THE ONLY SOLUTION TO EVERYTHING

CULTURAL TAX WRITE OFF SPECIALTY SERVICES

BERLIN IS A HIATUSED WAR MACHINE EVERYTHING IS HEAVY AND GREY AND DENSE EVEN THE PEOPLE EVEN THE ROADS EVEN THE RIVER OF COURSE THE ARCHITECTURE OF COURSE THE SKY IS ANDREA FRASER THE GRANDMOTHER OF GETTING NAKED FOR AN ART CAUSE? WHAT KIND OF PHARMACEUTICALS WAS SHE ON THEY TOOK HER MESSAGE AND FLATTENED IT OUT LIKE THE FLAT WHITE EGGSHELL DEMI MATTE WARMISH TITANIUM WALL OF THE COLLECTION SPACE JOSEPH BEUYS THE MALE LOUISE BOURGEOIS DOOM ALOT OF DOOM THAT CLEAR CAULK WHITE GUM BLACK TAR ON THE BACK OF SHEETMETAL SIGNS GLUED TO BRICK AND CONCRETE LEFT ON THE WALL IN DOTS AND LINES TOWERING HUMANITY WET SAND COLORED NEO DOOM PYRAMIDS INDUSTRIAL WIDE LANE CLEARCUT BACH HOLERIPPED HARD BORING RIGHTANGLED GRANITE COCK MEXICAN GERMAN GIRLFRIEND SOMEHOW IM TRYING TRYING TO FIGURE OUT THAT CAULK ON THE BACK OF POSTERS LEFT ON THE WALL IN DOTS AND LINES A DOUR MEASLY FLAT  YAKUZA HAWAII BOMBED OUT AND GLASSCOVERED AND WIDE AND COLD AND HEAVY AUSTERE IS THE BEST WORD FOR THIS AUSTERE AUSTERE BERLIN MY GIRLFRIEND REMINDS ME THAT IN PARIS THE COFFEE IS SEVEN EURO AND ITS ONLY THIS BIG EVERYTHING HERE LOOKS LIKE A STAINLESS STEEL INDUSTRIAL KITCHEN INCONVENIENT HARD DEAD AUTOMOTION AUTOMATION AESTHETIC EMOTIONAL AESTHETIC  RIGIDITY WEAPONIZATION PROTOBERLIN PROTOPROMETHEUS ALL ARTS THE SAME ANYWAYS YOU JUST FRAME IT INSIDE A BIENNIAL OR A FAIR OR A MUSEUM OR A CLASSROOM AND IT CHANGES AND TURNS INTO SOMETHING GOOD OR BAD WHO CARES ITS JUST ART WE SNUCK INTO THE BERLIN BIENNIAL  MY EYES BURNED LIKE HYDROCHLORIC ACID IT WAS SO DRY AND FLAT AN OPEN BOTTLE OF CALIFORNIA RIESLING RECORKED AND SITTING IN THE DOOR OF THE REFRIGERATOR FOR 14 MONTHS VINEGARED  VINEGRIT FLOATING AND COLLECTING AT THE BOTTOM FRAMED IN WHITE WOOD FRAMES HUNG CONSERVATIVELY IN A SWOOPING DIAMOND SHAPE ON THE WALL CENTERED AT 1 METER 55 CENTIMETERS AND ACCOMPANIED BY A VITRINE OF DOCUMENTATION PHOTOS AS DEAD AND AS SHARP AS KLAUS BEISENBACHS TAILORING WALKING DOWN AUGUSTSTRASSE WITH AN ART FAIR TOTE BAG SLUNG OVER HIS LEFT SHOULDER STUFFED WITH BROODING PROMOTIONAL ART MATERIAL THESE PLACES TEACH ME THAT IM COMFORTABLE IN THE FIRST GEAR LOWEST GRINDING RUNG OF HIGH SOCIETY HOW WILL MY TONE CHANGE WHEN I BREAK THROUGH KIDS KICKING DEFLATED SOCCERBALLS IN THE SPRAYPAINTED PARK HAVE THE RIGHT IDEA IM NOT A GOOD ENOUGH LIAR TO FEEL WELCOME IN CERTAIN FACETS OF THE ART WORLD LIFE IS NOT AS BORING AS BAD ART LIFE IS NOT SO BORING AS TO HAVE TO READ TEXT TO UNDERSTAND IT ALSO LIFE IS PERHAPS NOT TO BE UNDERSTOOD SO THEN WHY SHOULD ART BE ALSO IS LIFE CREAM COLORED OR WOLLEN? IS LIFE RIGID OR CONCRETE? DOES LIFE GET FACIALS AND BATHE WITH HOTEL SOAP? IS LIFE QUILTED? IS LIFE HIGH HEELED AND COBBLE STONED? IS LIFE A VOLVO? IS LIFE A MUD PUDDLE FULL OF CIGARETTE BUTTS? IS LIFE 17 EUROS AN HOUR? IS LIFE BLUSTERY AND GREY AND FUR LINED AND GOOSE DOWNED AND CAWING? IS LIFE A TURTLE NECK? IS LIFE BALDING AND WEARING A HELMET? IS LIFE THE WORN GRAPHICS ON THE BOTTOM OF A SKATE BOARD? IS LIFE BAGGY PANTSED WITH WHITE ART INDUSTRY COTTON TOTE? DOES LIFE UNLOCK ITS BIKE WITH CLICKING HEELS AND REVVING ENGINES? DOES LIFES LIGHTER FLICKER AND BURN SMALL AND DIMLY? DOES LIFE WEAR TRENCHCOATS AND CARRY LIGHT JACK WOLFSKIN TRAVEL PACKS? DOES LIFE SPEAK JAPANESE? DOES LIFE HOLD HANDS AND PIGGYBACK ITS CHILDREN? DOES LIFE LEAK AND STAIN ITS COASTER DOES IT DRIP ONTO ITS PANTS AND SOCKS? DOES LIFE WEAR LIMEGREEN WINDBREAKERS AND GET AN AFTERNOON BUZZ? DOES LIFE DOWNLOAD TORRENTS AND COMB ITS HAIR TO THE SIDE AND CHECK ITS TEXTMESSAGES ON A BURNER PHONE? DOES LIFE SPAM? DOES LIFE ENJOY THE SENSATION OF HAND CREAM AND HAVE AN URGE TO GO TO BATHROOM AND WEAR NAVY BLUE V NECK HENLEY SHIRTS? DOES LIFE LOSE SENSATION IN ITS RIGHT FINGER TIPS ON A CRISP EARLY SUMMER DAY? DOES LIFE HAVE A FLUORESCENT RED IPHONE CASE AND LEAN AGAINST A STREETPOLE WITH A LOST LOOK IN ITS EYES? DOES LIFE HAVE A TOUGH TIME FINDING THE MENS BATHROOM IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY? AND THERES NO PINEWOOD ENAMELED FRAME WIRE HUNG INVOLVED--LIFE HAS A CHAIN ATTACHED TO ITS WALLET TO REMIND ITSELF OF FREER TIMES LIFE WAKES UP WITH YELLOW FINGERS AND EATS CHOCOLATE IN THE BATHROOM LIFE DOESNT PAY FOR PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION OR FOR INFORMATION LIFE IS READY TO FIST FIGHT LIFE SNEAKS INTO EVENTS LIFE PISSES IN BEDROOM CLOSETS AND HACKS UP PHLEGM AND WASHES ITS PERIOD BLOOD OUT OF TEXTILES AND JUDGES PEOPLES HAIRCUTS AND INTENTIONS LIFE IS CONCERNED WITH PHOTO ANGLES AND SOCIAL POSITIONS LIFE LEAVES LIPSTICK STAINS AND BREAKS CHAIRS LEANING AT WEAK ANGLES AND FLIPS OFF CARS LIFE TRIPS ON WET SHOELACES LIFES HANDS ARE WARMED IN A CAFE LIFES HANDS ARE WARMED BY STEAM OF ITS OWN PISS AND LIFES HANDS STAY IN THE POCKET OF LIFES JACKETS AS THEY SHOULD ON A GREY DAY 

IPAD
SINGLE SERVING YOGURT CONTAINER
BLUE KINDA INSIDE OUT FISH SOCKS
ART IS ART IS ART
NO SPACE 3000
HITLERS BUNKER
YOU WILL SEE PUNCHES RAINING DOWN FROM THE HEAVENS
GERSHWIN CHOPPED AND SCREWED:
A SOUND PIECE DERIVATIVE OF PHILLIP GLASS THAT REMINDS YOU OF WAKING UP SWEATY IN A HOT CAR WITH THE WINDOWS ROLLED UP
IS THE IDEA OF A MUSEUM TO MAKE ART THE MOST INACCESSIBLE BEHIND GLASS MORE STATIC AND MORE JUSTIFIED?  AM I JUST WORKING TOWARDS A HUGE MUSEUM GLASS BUDGET?
WHY ARE MUSEUMS SO FAR AWAY FROM US?
DOES ART BECOME MORE INTERESTING WHEN ITS LAYERED WITH PRETEXT?
WESTBERLIN IS LITERALLY FOR BORING PEOPLE

INSIDE HIRSCHHORNS GENIUS ANARCHY UTOPIA A FULL CIRCLE ART GESTURE JONAH INSIDE THE WHALE A MUSEUM SHOW FILLED WITH PAINTINGS THAT YOU CAN PERUSE AND INSPECT STACKED EVERYWHERE AGAINST THE WALLS
BEAUTY IS FREE BEAUTY IS VALUELESS BEAUTY IS IMPOSSIBLY UNFINANCIAL AND INFINANCIAL
HUMANS WHO KNOW TOO MUCH MUST CRAZY
A PASTEL PINK CARNATION BABY GIRL PINK BUTTON UP RAINBOW REFLECTIVE SUNGLASSES HAIR PULLED BACK IN A NEAT BUN NUMB LAUGHING FLOATING THROUGH PARIS SUBWAYS FORMALITY TRULY REIGNS IN FULL FORCE EVERY WORD I USE IS LIKE EVERY FINGER PRINT I MAKE POSSIBLY TRANSIENT AVAILABLE TO BE EDITED OUT FOR THE LARGER HAZE EMBODIED SELF SACRIFICING ONLY HERE FOR A SHORT TIME TACKED DOWN WITH A STAPLE ONLY TO MAINTAIN THE SURFACE TENSION UNTIL THE LAST PASS TIRED RAINY TOMORROW
PAINT SELF PORTRAITS
AT A VAN GOGH SHOW NOONE WALKS UP CLOSE TO HIS WORK AND INSPECTS IT THEY STAND A FULL PACE AWAY AND EXPLAIN TO THEMSELVES WHY THIS IS GOOD ART THEYVE HEARD HIS NAME TOO MANY TIMES TO THINK ANYTHING ELSE AND IT IS REASSURRING TO KNOW THAT A DIVINE MASTER CAN STILL PAINT BAD AND OF COURSE GOOD AND OF COURSE DIVINE
AND THOSE SHOES ARE SO FUCKING SCUMBLY THEY ARE NOTHING BUT A GREY BLACK HALF MATTE HALF GLOSS RAGGAMUFFIN PLOP OF WHAT WE ARE EMPTY I AM A MERE OBSERVER MORTAL SMALL MINUSCULE FORGOTTEN NEVER UNFORGOTTEN BUT SEEING A SLOUGH OF BAD HORRIBLE VAN GOGHS GIVES HOPE THAT HE HAD ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT AND THAT HE WAS SMALL AND ALIVE AND IF HE HAD ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT IN ALL OF HIS ADROITNESS I HAVE NOTHING BUT ROOM FOR GROWTH AND THAT IS FUCKED UP BLOTCHY DRY CHEAP BLUE SKY IS SO CRAZY AND SO GOOD

WE ACTUALLY DONT CARE ABOUT MANET WE JUST WANT TO TAKE SELFIES IN FRONT OF MANET IM TRYING TO CARE ABOUT MANET FUCK! I CANT EVEN CARE ABOUT MANET

AND MONET DIDNT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THE EDGES OR FORM HE WAS A SOULMAN A BLUE PURPLE CHALKY SOULMAN PAINTINGS BECOME BACKGROUNDS FOR LIFESTYLES SOUND PIECES BECOME BACKGROUNDS FOR SOCIAL SCENARIOS YOU CANT MAKE CONSISTENTLY TRANSCENDENTAL GESTURES IN YOUR ART CAREERS MAYBE ONE OR TWO IF YOURE LUCKY AND THE STARS ALLIGN WE ARE WORKING TO BUILD A PLATFORM TO ALLOW FOR THE MAXIMAL POTENTIAL OF THIS HAPPENING BUT IT PROBABLY WONT AND THATS JUST HOW IT IS

I JUST LEAFED THROUGH THOMAS HIRSCHHORNS PHAIDON MONOGRAPH I HAVE BEEN LEAFING THROUGH THOMAS HIRSCHHORNS PHAIDON MONOGRAPH ALL WEEK BUT I CANNOT READ IT IVE TRIED SO MANY TIMES BUT I JUST DONT CARE AND I DONT CARE BECAUSE ITS NOT PAINTING AND ITS HARD TO EVEN LOOK AT IT NOW THIS MORNING I POURED HYDROCHLORIC ACID ON SOME PAINTINGS ON THIN PAPER LAID OUT ON THE FLOOR THAN BEGAN CHOKING AS THE MOST NOXIOUS PLUMES IVE EVER SEEN SLOWLY ROSE FROM THE POINT OF CONTACT IT TOOK AN HOUR TO CLEAR OUT MY STUDIO I PUT ON MY MASK AND FANNED AGAINST THE BILGE I WANT TO PUT THIS BOOK IN A VAT OF THAT AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS


White NOISE Monochrome GRIT Cleanliness CHEMICAL Beauty DISTRESS Order Locally Produced EARNEST Mass Produced HAWAIIAN Martha Stewart MALE Femininity GESTURE My Muse FLUORESCENT München, Bavaria MISTAKES My Favorite Cities


 JUST WANT TO MAKE ART THAT SMELLS LIKE CAMPFIRE THATS ALL I WANT 
BAD ART SHOULD SMELL LIKE FARTS JEFF KOONSS ART SHOULD SMELL LIKE THE INSIDE OF A JAGUAR XJ WHATEVER WE SHOULD BE MORE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE SMELL OF THINGS
REMBRANDTS SIGNATURE TATTOOED ON MY LEFT TRIGGER FINGER AND THE COMEX LOGO TATTOOED ON MY HEART AND THATS THE GREATEST MOST EARNEST PERFORMANCE PIECE OF ALL TIME
DRINKING BEER AND SMOKING CIGS COVERED IN PAINT NEXT TO TOWN HALL

GOOD THINGS COME TO THOSE

FRANCE HAS BEEN A LOT OF WAITING, OPEN AT ODD HOURS, DISPLACEMENT, NOTHINGNESS, BIRDS CHIRPING, HOLED UP IN A CHEMICAL BOX, WALKING THROUGH MEADOWS WITH NO OBJECTIVE I CAN UNDERSTAND HOW ONE WOULD DEVELOP AN INTROSPECTIVE PERSONALITY HERE I CRY EVERY.SINGLE.TIME I WATCH THE LAST SCENE IN FIELD OF DREAMS AND THIS IS ONE OF THE THINGS I AM MOST PROUD OF ABOUT MYSELF
I JUST LEAFED THROUGH THOMAS HIRSCHHORNS PHAIDON MONOGRAPH I HAVE BEEN LEAFING THROUGH THOMAS HIRSCHHORNS PHAIDON MONOGRAPH ALL WEEK BUT I CANNOT READ IT IVE TRIED SO MANY TIMES BUT I JUST DONT CARE AND I DONT CARE BECAUSE ITS NOT PAINTING AND ITS HARD TO EVEN LOOK AT IT NOW THIS MORNING I POURED HYDROCHLORIC ACID ON SOME PAINTINGS ON THIN PAPER LAID OUT ON THE FLOOR THAN BEGAN CHOKING AS THE MOST NOXIOUS PLUMES IVE EVER SEEN SLOWLY ROSE FROM THE POINT OF CONTACT IT TOOK AN HOUR TO CLEAR OUT MY STUDIO I PUT ON MY MASK AND FANNED AGAINST THE BILGE I WANT TO PUT THIS BOOK IN A VAT OF THAT AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS AND IM MAKING A BUNCH OF PAINTINGS THAT LOOK TOO GERMAN BUT AT LEAST THEY ARE CRUDE AT LEAST THEY ARE NOT FINE
TREES HAVE STRETCH MARKS CRICKETS BEG FOR ATTENTION COBALT BLUE VIRIDIAN SHARP YELLOW BUTTONS WARBLES LIMITS VIOLENCE MARBLED HANDS RAFAEL DUSTED CLAYED ROADS TORN JUNGLED LAZIED THICKETS MOSSED INTERJECTED CRACKED BROWN TOPSOILED AND EXTINGUISHED IN THE CARRIAGE PATH THE SMELL OF A TERRANIUM PLODDING BEVELED CROAKS FROM THE FLUNG MOUNTAINED PASTORAL STACKED COILED THROWN ABOUT GREEN HANGLIDING DAPPLE THERE IS NO OBJECTIVE HERE WE ARE USED TO OBJECTIVES WE SHOULD NOT HAVE TO HAVE OBJECTIVES I HOPE IT RAINS ON US I WAS MAD ABOUT SELFIES FOR A LONG TIME I DIDNT UNDERSTAND THEM A DEER RAN ACROSS THE ROAD WE ARE IN A BOB ROSS PAINTING WE ARE IN A DELACROIX PAINTING WE ARE IN MUDTRACKS WE GIGGLE WHEN WE DONT UNDERSTAND LANGUAGES TO BE POLITE WE ARE FAR AWAY FROM MONEY AND WE STILL MAKE ART I GUESS WE ARE WALKING WITH AN OBJECTIVE I FORGOT THAT I WAS A CITY KID A LITTLE GIRL CALLED ME MONSIEUR I FORGOT THAT I WAS A CITY MAN  I WAS LUMBERING WEAZING NOW I AM THE NARROW STRIP OF PAVEMENT RETURNING TO THE VILLAGE THE IVY CLINGING TO THAT TREE IS AN INSTALLATION THAT WEEDWACKER HUMMING DOWN THE HILL IS A SOUND PIECE SO ARE THE CRICKETS AND THE BIRDS

#THATTIMEWHENIEXPERIMENTEDWITHHYDROCHLORICACIDINMYSTUDIOPRACTICE #FAIL

IT HAS BEEN ONE WEEK AND A HALF AND MY SHIPMENT HAS NOT YET ARRIVED AND MY ONLY OPTION IS TO GO JACK OFF IN MY STUDIO WITH SEAFOAM GREEN PAINT ON MY HANDS EATING CHOCOLATE AND WAITING IT IS AS QUIET AND COLD AS A MORGUE I AM SMOKING A CIGARETTE OUT THE WINDOW AND IT IS CRACKLING LIKE CHINESE NEW YEARS AND IT IS SMOKING LIKE XOCHIMILCO IN THE MORNING THERE ARE NOT EVEN PLURAL CRICKETS THERE IS ONE DAMN CRICKET AND ONE CONFUSED BIRD CHIRPING FAR AWAY AND THE NIGHT IS DEEP I FLICKED AN EMBER OUT THE WINDOW AND IT WAS A FIREWORK DISPLAY THE MOST EXCITING THING THATS HAPPENED HERE IN A LONG LONG TIME MY GRAPHIC DESIGN IS INSPIRED BY SEX ON THE BEACH DRINKS MY GRAPHIC DESIGN IS INSPIRED BY FRUITSTRIPE BUBBLEGUM AND RUBBING MY HAIR AGAINST THE PILLOW SOUNDS LIKE WAVES BRAKING A MOSSY SATELLITE DISH ON THE MEDIEVAL ROOFTOP LETS SHARE DEATH STORIES HUMANS WILL ALWAYS COMPETE UNTIL DEATH BUT AFTER DEATH WILL WE COMPETE TOO ABOUT WHO DIED THE YOUNGEST HARDEST UGLIEST WHO COUGHED THE MOST BLOOD AND LUNGS AND SOUL AND HUMANITY OUT OF OUR SHRIVELED PALE BODIES ITS NOT SAD ITS BEAUTIFUL A RIVER RUNS THROUGH IT EVERYARTIST EVERYARTIST WALKING THROUGH THE WOODS TALKING A BREAK MAKES ME FEEL LIKE ED HARRIS PLAYING JACKSON POLLOCK MOVING UPSTATE THAT ONE MONTAGE WHERE HE  STARES PIERCINGLY INTO NATURE AS THE FORMS IN HIS PAINTINGS COLLAPSE INTO ABSTRACTION

IF IT WASNT SELLING FOR SO MUCH MONEY WE WOULD __________ IT


IF U READ THIS AND FEEL A HEADACHE AFTERWARDS AT LEAST YOU FELT SOMETHING


WE R EGOMANICS ALL OF US ME U THEM HER HIM THE GIRL THAT REFUSES 2 READ THIS THE DUDE THAT DID ONCE 3 YEARS AGO R WHATEV AND YOU OBVI EGO IS ON THE TOP OF THE LIST OF ARTISTREQUIREMENTS IF U R NOT OBSESSED WITH YOUR POTENTIAL GREATNESS AND AND AND LIVING IN A FUCKING COMPLETE FANTASY WORLD AND FINDING A WAY TO SEE YOUR IMAGINATION UNFOLD ONTO REALITY AND LONG FAR DEEP GONE IRREPLACEABLY DEEP DOWN THE RABBITHOLE LUNGING WHAT R U DOING HERE IIM A PRODUCTION JUNKY LOAD ME UP IT GETS SHIT OUT OF MY BRAIN IT STARTS A PROCESS ITS A CATALYST IM TOO FORGETFUL TO RISK NOT WRITING THINGS DOWN I JUST WANT TO SEE A BUNCH OF PAGES FULL OF TEXT IM GOING TO SEND THIS 2 PRINT WITHOUT EDITING IT HAS NO CLEAR GOAL R PATH JUST DOZENS OF MALTREATED INDIVIDUALLY UNDERPERFORMING GOALS THAT HAVE MERGED INTO A PROUD CAUSTIC GESTURE THERE ARE THINGS THAT I WANT PEOPLE TO HEAR THERE ARE THINGS THAT I WANT TO HEAR OR AT THE VERY LEAST WORDS LOOK BEAUTIFUL TYPED OUT I KNOW NO1 WOULD WANT TO INTERACT WITH THIS HORNETS NEST ITS JUST SO FUCKING BRAMBLED A TRAP I TAKE PITY ON PEOPLE THAT READ THIS I WOULDNT IF IT WERENT MINE I DONT ITS LIKE A VIDEO ART PIECE WHO WANTS TO GO SIT IN THAT DARK ROOM AND WASTE TIME TOO UNRULY AND NOT COGENT ENUF CONTENT FOR MONOGRAPHS JAJAJ PEOPLE LOVE THIS LEVEL OF TRANSPARENCY WHEN IT COMES TO HISTORICALLY BIG ARTISTS IT CREATES ACCESSIBILITY 2 BAD MY BANK ACCOUNT IZ ZERO SOMEONE COMMENTED THAT IT GAVE THEM A HEADACHE I SAID ME TOO FUCK IT CLUMPED TOGETHER LIKE AN IVY COVERED WALL NOW IT LOOKS LIKE A FAILED CHRIS WOOL PIECE I WISH HIS WORK WASNT SO TIGHT AND CLEAN BUT HES OLD NOW I GET IT WORKING WITH GLOVES N FACEMASKS IN BIG VENTILATED STUDIOS WITH GREEN ORGANIC RECYCLEABLE NEOSYNTHETICPIGMENTS N BULLSHIT N SHIT I DONT LOOK FORWARD TO THAT CLEAN SAFE FEELING IN MY FUTURE THE CAREER FEELING IT MUST FEEL SO EMASCULATING BUT BY THEN U HAVE KIDS R WANNA N U DONT CARE ABOUT REPUTATION R CRED ANYMORE R HOTNESS U JUST WANNA GO 2 RESTAURANTS N BUY MDMA N PAYI FOR PRIVATE SCHOOLS N AFFORD SOME SKINNY NERDY LIL ASSISTANTS THAT GOT COOL HAIRCUTS AND SPEAK 3 LANGUAGES AND HAVE REINVENTED THEMSELVES MANY TIMES I ALSO DONT WANT COOL KIDS WORKING 4 ME IDK ITS TROUBLE MAYBE JUST AN ACCOUNTANT A REAL BALLBREAKER THAT ILL HAVE TO WRITE ESSAYS TO WHEN I WANT PRODUCTION MONEY SO MUCH OF ART IS ABOUT BELIEF AND PROJECTION I DONT THINK BEING A YOUNG ARTIST HAS ROOM FOR MUCH HUMILITY CERTAINLY THERE IS ROOM FOR YOUNG ARTISTS THAT FEIGN HUMILITY OF COURSE THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I WRITE FROM A BARN AT 3 AM IT LOOKS PRETTY N DOESNT GO ANYWHERE_A NECESSARY TEXTURE IT DOESNT BENEFIT ARTISTS NOT TO IMAGINE THEIR FUTURE AS ANYTHING BUT SUPER SUCCESSFUL U CANT TELL ME NUTHIN

My friend Marcos send me a bad photo of a piece of art that said IN THE FUTURE PAINTING WILL BE A LOWER CLASS PHENOMENON
Isnt it already? Isnt that why its being rejected by the young bourgeois? Most of the artists who wear hats also make paintings, maybe Ill make a tumblr about it, I wonder what the demographic breakdown really is, its a blemish on the art world's sense of entitlement. We love to talk about race because theres an inherent class discussion happening, and, NO, we dont love to talk about race. At all. 
Right now the young art world is fractured into two essential categories: Artists who could afford computers as children. Artists who couldnt. 
For all the freedoms that you thought would define the art landscape, it is such a racist, chauvinist, hating, and particularly cowardice place. 
He sent another picture in response that said IN THE FUTURE ARTSTS WILL BE MORE OF A SEX TOY
That gesture must not have been too thought out.

THE HOTTEST PART WAS THE FRENCH YOUTUBE COMMERCIAL THAT I HAD TO WATCH FOR 5 SECONDS

ONE NIGHT LAST WEEK I COULDNT SLEEP BC I WAS SO PREOCCUPIED WITH THE THOUGHT OF MAKING A 2 METER PAINTING OF MY AINSWORTH HAT

IN 2015 CINDY SHERMAN WILL OPEN HER GREATEST SHOW YET, A BODY OF WORK POSING AS JAMES FRANCO'S SELFIES

IN 2016 A WHITNEY BIENNIAL WHERE EACH CURATOR GETS 1 SQUARE FOOT

FRANCE IS CHILL. VERY VERY QUIET. I ORDERED 150 CANS OF SPRAY PAINT AND CANVASES THAT WILL ARRIVE 2MORO. WE R JUST FACEBOOKING. ITS COLD <3

I AM WATCHING UR VIDS BUT I AM LISTENING TO ARABIC TRAP AND IT MAKES THEM BETTER

HUMANITYZ BEAUTIFUL HOWEVER DRESSED IT COMES WALKING DOWN THE ROAD I DONT KNO IF IM LYING R TELLING THE TRUTH I DONT KNO IF IM GOOD R BAD PRETTY R UGLY RIGHT R WRONG PURE R SULLIED I DONT THINK I CARE SUMTIMES EVERYTHING FALLS NTO AN IGNORABLE PLACE N I CAN FOCUS ON A LOUD EXPONENTIAL SILENCE BETWEEN THE ANCIENT FIDGETING OF 5AM EVERYTHING WARM N BLUSTERY ROUNDEDGES LIFTING HIGHPRESSUREY 2ND STORY COUNTRY A WINTERCHESTED MENTHOL STEAMHAVEN THINGS TIED 2GETHER ATTACHED HEAVINGLY N THE HARDBLUE DAWNTIME LITE

THERE ARE TOO MANT FORXES AT PLAY PRSENT PAST AND FUTURE AND R WE STILL SUPPOSED TO PRENTEND THEY DONT EXIST?

QUINTESSENTIALLY GRINGO “ONE MOVE ABSTRACTION” "PATTERN ABSTRACTION" #TRENDING NEOVOGUE 'IRRELEVANT' COTTON SURFACE FASHION SPHERE. ANDY WARHOL, SCREEN PRINTING, SURFACE, DECORATION, FASHION AS ART, COOLNESS, DRIVING FORCE BEHIND ART/LIFESTYLE/CELEBRITY CULTURE.

PERSONALITY::ARTIST LINE::BRANDING

BUYING::CREATING::COPYING

BECOMING AN IMAGE. NOSTALGIA, AMERICAN ICONOGRAPHY OF THE (70S) 80S AND 90S, AND THE CONTEMPORARY ARTISTS FORMATION WITHIN THAT FRAMEWORK. A METAPHOR FOR MACHO, WHITE, HAIRY. TROPICALIZED, VACATIONING, SUAVE (CHEEZY), HARD PARTYING, PROMISCUOUS. CAPTAIN RON, MAGNUM P.I., KOREY HAIM LOST BOYS, LEONARDO DICAPRIO ROMEO + JULIET. THE ROLE THAT THIS ARCHETYPE GENERALLY PLAYS IN THE LARGER CONTEXT: THE PRINCIPAL, THE LEAD, GALÁN, ROMANCER, NONCHALANT (ALTERNATIVE)—>(STANDARD) HERO. SEDUCTION. 
COLONIALISM, CONQUERING, EXPLOITATION, SLEEZE

PEOPLE WHO HAVE OR COULD BE BRANDED WEARING HAWAIIAN SHIRTS:
CHRIS BROWN
KID ROCK
LEONARDO DICAPRIO
THE FAT KID IN THE GOONIES
ELVIS
MAC DRE
NICK NOLTE
SCARFACE
GEORGE CLOONEY + BRAD PITT (TOGETHER)
THAT DUDE FROM MAGNUM PI
HUNTER S. THOMPSON
FRAT BROS
A WWF WRESTLER
THAT DRUNK DUDE WHO WROTE HAM N RYE
FRANZ KLINE
ME

I DONT WANT TO BE X ARTIST I JUST WANT TO GET PAID LIKE X ARTIST HAVE A PLATFORM LIKE X ARTIST EVERY PLATFORM IS A BUSINESS EVERY BUSINESS IS A PLATFORM I LEARNED ENGLISH ON YOUPORN MY FRIEND SAID OUTFITS: A MISSION STATEMENT HAWAIIAN SHIRTS AND YELLOW PANTS SORRY UR MESSAGE WAS LOST IN UR NARRATIVE AND THE CLOSER I AM TO LUXEMBURG THE BETTER. ARTISTS ARE ACTORS AND CURATORS ARE DIRETORS AND ARTISTS ARE POP STARS AND CURATORS ARE PRODUCERS AND COLLECTORS ARE EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS JAJA AND GALLERISTS ARE PROMOTERS AND ARTISTS ARE ATHLETES AND THE YOUNGER THE BETTER AND THEY BURN OUT FAST N HARD AND THEY ARE A TINY MECHANISM THAT GENERATES A FAT GLIB LIFESTYLE FOR SOME RICH MAN AND I JUST WANT MY KIDS TO GO TO A NICE SCHOOL AND SEE EUROPE BEFORE THEY ARE 28 AND BE SPOILED AND GET AN OLD CAR FOR THEIR 16TH BIRTHDAY NOT A BMW OR ANYTHING BUT STILL AMERICAN DREAM TYPE SHIT I AM ON A SLOW MOVING TRAIN IN THE FRENCH COUNTRYSIDE WE ARE ROLLING BY THIN DECIDUOUS FORESTS AND I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT WAR AND MEN RUNNING THROUGH THE TREES

I DONT CARE ABOUT THE CONTENT I DO NOT GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT THE CONTENT EVERYTHING FLATTENS OUT TO ME ON THE SCREEN IM JUST LOOKING AT COLORS AND SHAPES AND SPATIAL RELATIONSHIPS I DIDNT GROW UP READING BARTHES I GREW UP PLAYING TETRIS ON A GAMEBOY

EVERY PHOTOGRAPHABLE INTERNET PROPAGATED FINALLY PIXELATED SCREEN CONSUMED ART GESTURE ENDS UP FLATTENING OUT THE MEDIUMS AT PLAY AS ITS BEING TRANSMITTED AND INSTEAD OF DELIVERING ITS INTENDED IRL SPATIAL-INTELLECTUAL PRINCIPLES, ONLY REALLY ENDS UP DEALING WITH TRADITIONAL ELEMENTS OF 2D VISUAL ORGANIZATION THAT WE SEE HISTORICALLY ESTABLISHED AN CONTEMPORARILY MAINTAINED BY PAINTING BUT SOMEHOW PAINTING IS OUT OF VOGUE BUT SOMEHOW WHAT YOU ARE MAKING ENDS UP CLOSER TO A PAINTING THAN WHAT YOU THOUGHT IT WAS AS YOU WALKED AROUND IT IN 3D REALSPACE AND MAYBE IF YOU WERE TO QUIT BULLSHITTING YOU WOULD HAVE JUST MADE A PAINTING BUT YOUVE FOUND A WAY TO BE CYNICAL ENOUGH TO REALIZE THE PANCAKING FATE OF YOUR RISQUE ART GESTURE THUS PROTECTING YOUR EGO FROM MAKING PAINTINGS MEANWHILE AT THE SAME TIME BEING FULLY AWARE THAT PEOPLE DEAL WITH YOUR WORK AS DOCUMENTED AND DISSEMINATED LIKE THEY DO A PAINTING THAT PEOPLE DEAL WITH ALL INTERNET ART FLATTENED OUT AND REMOVED FROM ITS ICONIC HISTORICITY, TIME, AND DIMENSIONAL SPACE, AND  ONLY DEAL WITH ELEMENTS OF DESIGN LIKE PEOPLE DEAL WITH PAINTINGS AND THEREFORE YOU ARE ESSENTIALLY MAKING PAINTINGS THAT ARE MASQUERADING AS NOT PAINTINGS AND THUS SOMEHOW YOUR MARKET POTENTIAL AND EGO ARE BOTH PRESERVED AND MUTUALLY DEPENDANT AND YOU CAN FEEL COOL ABOUT YOURSELF BECAUSE PEOPLE WHO MAKE PAINTINGS RIGHT NOW HAVE NOT CLAIMED THAT STAKE. BUT REMEMBER THAT POST NET ART SUGGESTS THAT THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN IRL AND URL AND POST NET SHOULD NEVER TRY TO ASSERT THAT TESTIMONY, INSTEAD IT SHOULD ASSERT THE SHIFTING GROWING DISTINCTION OF A REAL WORLD INFORMED BY URL INSTEAD OF THE FORMER INVERSE DIGITAL WORLD INFORMED BY THE REAL PHYSICAL WORLD. OUR EXPERIENCE IN NATURE IS NOW INFORMED AND IMBUED BY OUR EXPERIENCE ONLINE, AND INCREASINGLY NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND. AND SAY WHAT YOU WILL. AND IT IS LOOPING AND LOOPING. IF YOU APPROACH EMERGING ART PRACTICES THROUGH THIS LENSE, IT WILL TURN OUT THAT MOST ARTISTS WHOSE DISCOURSE AND RESEARCH AND SOCIAL INTERACTIONS ARE ROOTED ONLINE ARE POST NET ARTISTS, NOT JUST KIDS WHO MAKE NIHILISTIC GIFS AND JPEGS, BUT THAT A BASKETWEAVER IN OAXACA WITH AN INTERNET CONNECTION COULD POTENTIALLY BE VIEWING THEIR PRACTICE THROUGH THESE GOGGLES AS WELL, AND THAT, TO ME, IS THE MOST INTERESTING AFFECT OR OUTCOME OF THESE POST NET DISCUSSIONS, AND LOCALLY HOW THESE GROWING THEORIES EFFECT THE PRACTICE OF QUOTE UNQUOTE ANALOG ARTISTS SUCH AS PAINTERS

MY EMAIL ADDRESS GOT HACKED AND MY NEW PASSWORD IS A CONCEPTUAL ART GESTURE

IF THE WIND MAKES MISCHIEF IN THE WOODS WITHOUT TAKING A SELFIE-- DID THE WIND MAKE MISCHIEF IN THE WOODS?

IM ALREADY MAKING SUCH GOOD WORK IN FRANCE U GUYS ALL OF THIS CONTENT I WILL RECORD OVER WHATEVER SHITTY RAP MUSIC IM LISTENING TO AT THE TIME AND PLAY IT AT A GALLERY IN PARIS AND IT WILL HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH MY PRETTY PAINTINGS THAT I MADE TO SELL ON THE FRENCH MARKET AND TOMA
I DONT CARE ABOUT THE CONTENT
I DONT GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT THE CONTENT
EVERYTHING FLATTENS OUT TO ME ON THE SCREEN IM JUST LOOKING AT COLORS AND SHAPES AND SPATIAL RELATIONSHIPS I DIDNT GROW UP READING BARTHES I GREW UP PLAYING TETRIS ON A GAMEBOY
DEFINING PERIODS HAS BECOME MORE IMPORTANT THAN MAKING WORK THAT FITS INTO THOSE PERIODS. WHO THOUGHT OF THE TERM PROVISIONAL PAINTING? WHO THOUGHT OF PROTONET? WHO THOUGHT OF WITCHHOUSE? SEAPUNK? NIGHTCORE? 
MERCI IS THE ONLY FRENCH WORD I KNOW
HOTPINK N BLACK PURPLE N BEACHSANDYELLOW GREEN N BLUE N RED
DEMATERIALIZATION ZEITGEIST BUZZWORDS
THE INEVITABLE COLONIALISTIC REPRESENTATION OF HAWAIIAN SHIRTS
JESUS BANGS BLACK BOXES
A PERFECT LINE OF WHITE PORCELAIN PLATES MOUNTED ON THE COUNTERTOP
W BLUE DETAILS

PERFORMANCE: A COYOACAN JIPI W A BAG FULL OF KRISPY KREMES @ BENITO JUAREZ INTL AIRPORT
PERFORMANCE: A 26 YEAR OLD UPPER WEST SIDE GIRL WITH A PSYCHOLOGY DEGREE RETURNING HOME FROM A 3 MONTH HOUSEBUILDING RETREAT IN NICARGUA AND AT A CAREER CROSSROADS

FLYING OVER EUROPE ALL OF NATURE IS CONTROLLED BY MAN
911 I ATE 2 MUCH WEIRD CHEESE N DRANK 2 MUCH WEIRD WINE #TOURISTART
I AM ON SO MUCH MDMA I JUST PISSED MY PANTS IN THE TUNNEL BATHROOM MIRROR PORTLAND OREGON USA
DIRECT PRINTS ONTO FRUIT OF THE LOOMS REPUBLICAN TRAP MUZIK
STRIPPED DOWN WASHED OUT STENCIL OVERLAID MEMED PRINTED INTO FASHION AND ONTO COTTON AND RESTRIPPED IN MULTIPLE MULTIPLE SERIES TOMA

XTREME BIG TIT MOD

IF I WAS A BIRD ID LIVE IN A TREE AT MONTE ALBAN

A TWO METER PAINTING OF THE NAVY BLUE AINSWORTH HAT THAT I WEAR EVERY DAY THAT IS MY MOST IMPORTANT OBJECT THAT IS MY MONET POND THAT I WILL MOURN FOR AND REVEL IN AND REVERE
A TWO METER PAINTING LOOSELY DEPICTING THE REPEATED TEXTURE OF ONE OR MORE OF MY HAWAIIAN SHIRTS PERHAPS BROKEN DOWN AND ABSTRACTED BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE WHAT THAT WOULD LOOK LIKE
IDEAS THAT I HAD IN OAXACA STRESSED OUT NERVOUS THINKING ABOUT FRANCE THINKING ABOUT BEING A LITTLE SHIFTY THINKING ABOUT MAKING WORK DERIVATIVE OF RANDOM IMAGES FROM RANDOM ARTICLES SAVED ON THE DESKTOP AND OF OBJECTS CLOSE TO ME MAYBE NOT EXPLAINING TOO MUCH MAYBE NOT PRESENTING TOO MUCH INFORMATION MAYBE LEARNING SOME HUMILITY
"THIS IS HOW I EXPRESS MY CREATIVITY" "OH COOL"


I JUST FOLLOWED THE INSTAGRAM OF A DOG HOW COULD I NOT
I WAS FACEBOOK FRIENDS WITH TERRANCE KOH IN A FORMATIVE TIME PERIOD I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT DUDE DOES NOW HOPEFULLY 2 RICH 2 GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ART
STOP READING NOW AND INSTAGRAM A PIC OF UR BABY
IM A CHRISTIAN PLASTIC SURGERY ADDICT

EVERYONE TELLS ME TO FORGET ABOUT THE ART MARKET AND JUST MAKE WORK. WHY THE FUCK WOULD I FORGET ABOUT THE ART MARKET? ITS ALL AROUND ME ITS PART OF BEING AN ARTIST AND ITS PART OF MAKING WORK. IT DESERVES TREMENDOUS CONSIDERATION. 


THE ART MARKET AS MUSE? 


IS MENTIONING THE ART MARKET BAD FOR MARKETING YOUR ART?


MY STEP MOM TOLD ME SHE THINKS AMERICANS TALK TOO MUCH AND I BECAME SEETHINGLY ANGRY


THIS MIGHT BE THE FIRST TIME IVE USED THE WORD BINARY. IM JUST NOT INTERESTED IN EITHER ITS LINGUISTIC FUNCTION OR BEING THE KIND OF PERSON WHO ID IMAGINE THROWING A WORD LIKE THAT AROUND. THE LAST TIME I USE THE WORD BINARY


IN THE WORLD OF ART 2.0 ALL PAINTERS MUST LEARN TO MAKE INEFFECTIVE LITTLE SCULPTURES TO PUT ON PEDESTALS IN FRONT OF WALLHANGING PAINTINGS OR PERHAPS DIAGONALLY TO THE SIDE SO AS TO GIVE FUTURE PATRONS AN IMAGE OF HOW THE WORK WILL LOOK HANGING IN THE STUDY OR THE FOYER OR FORMAL DINING ROOM. ALSO THIS TRICK MAKES THE WORK LOOK MORE INSTALLATION-Y WHICH GIVES IT HIGHER ODDS OF BEING ACCEPTED AND PROPAGATED BY PROMOTIONAL ART BLOGS. JUST LIKE EVERY GREAT FILM STILL FOLLOWS A 5/8 : 3/8 GOLDEN PROPORTION, EVERYWHERE YOU LOOK YOU WILL SEE PAINTERS GROWING THIS SECONDARY ART LIMB, A SIGN TO GALLERISTS EVERYWHERE THAT "IM READY TO FOLLOW THE NEW CANON-" VERY REASSURING INDEED. IT WILL UNDOUBTEDLY HAPPEN TO ME, BUT BEFORE I SUBMIT I LIKE TO WASTE ENERGY FIGHTING AGAINST THE INEVITABLE. 


WE DONT REALLY CARE ABOUT WWF OR WHOLE FOODS OR CATS OR THE INTERNET OR THE UNIVERSE WE CARE ABOUT THEM IRONICALLY I DONT THINK WE ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT ANYTHING EARNESTLY I THINK WE ARE SCARED TO CARE ABOUT ANYTHING I THINK WE ARE COPYING PEOPLE WE SAW ON TV ACTING ABOUT CARING ABOUT THINGS I THINK WE ARE JEALOUS OF PEOPLE WHO REALLY CARE ABOUT THINGS BECAUSE WE ARE NOT THEM WE DONT DO THINGS TO DO THINGS WE DO THINGS TO DO THINGS AND DOCUMENT THAT WE DID THINGS TO SHOW THAT WE DID THINGS TO PEOPLE WHO ARE ALSO DOCUMENTING THINGS TO SHOW THAT THEY DID THINGS I AM JEALOUS OF PEOPLE WHO JUST DO THINGS.


IN A FEW DAYS TIME A PACK OF WEIRD GRINGOS N GRINGO SYMPATHIZERS WILL DESCEND ON OAXACA IN WEIRD CLOTHES LISTENING TO WEIRD MUSIC WITH WEIRD HOPES N DESIRES N I HOPE N I DESIRE THAT U WILL MEET ME AT THE BUS TERMINAL


I WAS RECENTLY LISTENING TO SUNBATHER IN A CLAY HUT IN MICHOACAN


IT FEELS LIKE THE WOMB WHEN YOU JAB ME WITH BACKHANDED COMPLIMENTS ABOUT BEING A PAINTER


MOM YOU WOULD LOVE OAXACA. MONET WOULD WEAR PROENZA SCHULER IN 2014. BASQUIAT WOULD BE NORMCORE. LIL B SAYS TO LOVE LIFE. DR.90210. ASSISTANT ACCOUNT EXECUTIVE. DR LAKRAS CHILDHOOD HOME. SWAMPY DOGMOUTHED TENNISBALLS. IS AVALINA LESPER A HOLOCAUST DENIER?



THE CONTENT OF WORDS IS WHATEVER 
THE WAY THEY SOUND IS EVERYTHING 
THE WAY THEY LOOK IS EVERYTHING
OKAY CONTENT IS FINE SOMETIMES
FACEBOOK HOOKER 2HWT2CR

YOU WILL NOTICE THAT MY WEBSITE CONTAINS AN OVERABUNDANCE OF COUPLED AND UNCOUPLED TRAJECTORIES AND WILL CONTINUE UNFURLING THIS WAY SPROUTING NEW LINES. IT STRIKES ME THAT THE OLDER WE GET THE MORE WE FOCUS ON POLISHING IDEAS AS OPPOSED TO PRODUCING RAW INVESTIGATORY SPRIGS. IN ANTICIPATION OF THE DULLING OF MY CREATIVE ABILITIES, OR THE SHIFTING OF MY PRIORITIES, WHICH WILL UNDOUBTEDLY OCCUR, IM CURRENTLY FOCUSED ON LAYING DOWN BASAL STREETS WHICH WILL BE ASPHALTED AND CONNECTED AT A LATER DATE. IF YOU LOOK CLOSELY YOU WILL NOTICE  A CONCURRENT PARADIGM OF RAWNESS AND LOUDNESS AND IMMEDIACY CAN BE FOUND THROUGHOUT MY PRACTICE. ALL OF MY WRITING IS A STRAIGHTFORWARD STOCCATOD CAPS LOCKS AGRESSIVELY QUESTIONING MYSELF AND EVERYTHING GENERALLY FAILING OUTMODED RULES OF GRAMMAR AND PUNCTUATION MY PAINTINGS ARE FAST AND GUTTERAL AND HEAVY HANDED MY SOUND PIECES ARE LOUD AND BLEATING AND POORLY PRODUCED AND FULL OF ERRORS AND PRESERVED OVERLAPPINGS AND MISSTEPS. BEING WRONG IS THE VERY LEAST OF MY WORRIES. EVERYTHING OPERATES WITHIN A SYSTEM OF LAYERS AND WINDOWS AND OVERDENSE MAXIMALISM. WE ARE WADING THROUGH RIVERS OF SHIT. I AM HOPING TO EXPOSE PERSONAL IDEALS OF HONESTY AND ECONOMY WITHIN THIS OVERARCHING STYLIZATION. I HOPE THAT IN THE FUTURE MY PRACTICE WILL COMFORTABLY EXPAND TO NEW MEDIUMS AND THEMES WHILE REMAINING LOOSELY BOLTED TOGETHER BY MY PERSPECTIVAL VISUAL ARTICULATION. ALTHOUGH FASHION, NOWNESS, AND POP NO DOUBT COME IN TO PLAY, IN THE FORE STILL REMAINS A SUBJECT MATTER MUCH LESS INTERESTED IN LOCALIZED POLITICS AND CURRENT EVENTS THAN IT IS IN ESPOUSING MYSELF, MY REALITY, PREFERENCES, OPINIONS, BURDENS, MASTERIES, FLAWS, AND LIMITS. FOR ME, EARNESTLY, ART IS A WAY OF ENGAGING WITH AND TESTING MY CAPACITIES. I WONDER IF I CAN MAKE SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL.


BRIDGE BUILDING BETWEEN LINES OF WORK IS ONE OF THE MOST ARCHAIC NECESSITIES OF THE ART INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX I KNOW THAT GALLERISTS ALWAYS SEEM TO PREFER CLEARCUT LINEAR TRAJECTORIES BC THEY WANT TO MAKE SURE THEIR NONCREATIVE COLLECTORS ARE ABLE TO GRASP THE LARGER UNDERCURRENT RUNNING THROUGH EACH ARTISTS BODY OF WORK (BASED ON WHICH A PREDICTIVE MEASURING OF TRAJECTORY IS WHAT GIVES CURRENT VALUE TO AN ARTISTS WORK THUS MAKING IT EASIER TO SELL AS INVESTMENT) BUT AFTER ARTISTS LIKE THAT AMAZING FUCKER WHOSE NAME I CAN NEVER REMEMBER MARTIN KIPPENBERGER, AMONG MANY MANY MANY OTHERS, ITS OKAY TO MAKE WHATEVER YOU WANT ALL THE TIME. HYPOTHETICALLY AFTER A 50+ YEAR CAREER EVERYTHING YOUVE MADE WILL UNEQUIVOCALLY BE CONNECTED BY YOUR CENTRAL N UNIQUELY PERSONAL SENSIBILITIES. EVEN IF THAT DOES NOT END UP BEING THE CASE, THE OLDER U GET THERE BETTER CHANCE OF KNOWING SOME RICH FRIENDS WHO CAN SUSTAIN U. AND THE NEARER UR BRAND IS TO BEING “FINITE.” BECAUSE OF THE INTERNET + THE WORK OF 20th CENTURY ARTISTS, THE LINEAR BURDEN HAS BEEN VANQUISHED AND WE HAVE INHERITED THE FREEDOM TO MANIFEST WHATEVER IDEA--WHATEVER IDEA WE CAN THINK OF--HOWEVER WE WANT TO MANIFEST IT--WITH NO REAL PERIL OR REPERCUSSIONS, IN FACT, WE ARE OFTEN REWARDED FOR BEING A-LINEAR BY BEING LABELLED “OPAQUE” OR “DENSE” OR “WEIRD” WHICH REALLY MEANS “SMART.” LAUGHABLE IS THE NOTION THAT AS AN ARTIST U HAVE TO INTIMATELY UNDERSTAND ALL THE LAYERS AND SIGNIFIERS EMBUED WITHIN UR GESTURES, IDEAS TAKE TIME TO PROCESS AND UNDERSTAND, BUT THAT IS NO EXCUSE NOT TO MAKE THINGS, MAKE MANY MANY THINGS AND HAVE MANY MANY IDEAS AND FIGURE THEM OUT NOW OR LATER OR LET THEM FIGURE THEMSELVES OUT OR NOT. THEY WILL DISTILL THROUGH YOUR BRAIN OVER THE COURSE OF YOUR TIME ON EARTH AND HOPEFULLY ONE DAY YOULL BE ABLE TO EXPLAIN THINGS TO FULL CAPACITY DURING A PRESS OPPORTUNITY THAT WILL RESULT IN INCREASED MARKETABILITY *$$$* THERE ARE MANY KINDS OF BUSINESS MODELS YOU CAN FOLLOW: THE PHD ARTIST, THE ROGUE ARTIST, THE ESSAY-WRITING ARTIST, THE CURATOR/ARTIST/MODEL, THE BUSINESS FIRST ARTIST, THE CYNICAL ANTI CAPITALIST ARTIST, THE GOOD TIMES HARD DRUGS DICK PIX FUCK UR WAY UP PARTY ARTIST, THE OPAQUE AVION MUST BE A GENIUS BECAUSE I DONT GET IT ARTIST, THE SAVANT, THE FEMINIST, THE PROTO NEO FEMINIST, THE MARGINALIZED AND SUCCESSFUL, THE MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY, THE NEW PICASSO, THE WAFER THIN DELICATE DONT CRITIQUE ME SUPERFEELER, AND ANY OTHER BS U CAN THINK OF, ALL OF WHICH, AT THE END OF THE DAY, HELP TO DEFINE YOUR MARKET NICHE. THE SOONER U DO THAT THE SOONER COLLECTORS WILL B COMFORTABLE MAKING UR WORK PART OF THEIR THEME CURATED COLLECTIONS. MANY ARTISTS READ BOOKS AND USE THE LANGUAGE OF THOSE BOOKS TO JUSTIFY THEIR DECISIONS TO OTHER PEOPLE WHO ALSO STAND BY THOSE BOOK-DERIVATIVE LANGUAGES TO JUSTIFY DECISIONS. THIS IS A CLEVER WAY TO FIND A LIKE COMMUNITY AND SEEMS TO BE A CURRENTLY AND HISTORICALLY POPULAR *READ: FINANCIALLY SUCCESSFUL* OPTION SO WHAT THE FUCK EVER ITS ALL FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR?! ALSO ART IS A WAY OF ARTICULATING ABSTRACT CLOUDS OF THOUGHT THAT WE MIGHT NOT VERBALLY UNDERSTAND, AND AT THE END OF ALL THE DOGGEREL ALL DAY ALWAYS, THIS SEEMS LIKE A HEALTHY THING TO ADMIT.  


A MOMENT OF GLEAMING PAUSE


 ME AT THE PROTOWATERCOOLER


UR PROFESSIONAL RIGOR SHIVERS MY VERY MARROWS


ATTN WRITERS POETS GOSSIP COLUMNISTS VORTEX THEORISTS HAIKUISTS ALT LITS ALT LIST LYRICISTS POST NET NEO GANGSTER RAPPERS RELEASING MIXTAPES ON INSTAGRAM


DOWNLOADING BEETHOVENS SYMPHONIES N DOWNLOADING YOUNG THUGS MIXTAPES


I JUST WANT TO MAKE A BEAUTIFUL MOMENT


A CHAINSAW ON THE BEACH


TELL ME ANYTHING BUT CONGRATULATIONS

THE WAVE OF NEW SINCERITY THAT BUBBLED TO THE SURFACE OF WRITING HAS FLOODED US ANKLE DEEP WITH NEOTWOMBLYESQUE LINE QUALITIES AND LYRICISM 

WHEN I TALK ABOUT INSTITUTIONS I DONT KNOW WHO IM REALLY PLACING THE BLAME ON ITS VERY ABSTRACT THE MAN A KIND OF FEARFUL JUDICIAL PLACE WHEN I THINK OF INSTITUTIONS I THINK OF MY FATHER


TYPICAL FREUD SHIT OMG SO BINARY ONE OF THOSE CONDESCENDING FEELING EXPRESSIONS LIKE IMHO THE MOST CYNICAL SENTENCE EVER I WROTE


THIS MORNING I WAS LAYING ON THE GRASS AT THE HOSPITAL AND I REMEMBERED THE STICKY FEELING WHEN YOU PULL APART RHODODENDRON PETALS AND I REMEMBERED HOW TUCSON SMELLS AFTER IT RAINS AND I REMEMBERED THIS BUSH BY A CYCLONE FENCE AND A RUSTY SWINGSET IN MY BACKYARD THAT HAD SMALL WHITE AND PINK FLOWERS AND WAS FULL OF BEES


A CONCEPTUAL GESTURE EL AVION A FRACKED CONCEPTUAL GESTURE A PORCUPINE QUILLED CONCEPTUAL GESTURE REALLY A GESTURE THAT LETS YOU KNOW THIS GESTURE WAS WELL PLACED REALLY A GESTURE THAT LETS YOU KNOW THIS GESTURE IS THE KIND OF GESTURE THAT LOSES IT FROM TIME TO TIME INSIDIOUS SOMEONE BUZZED UP "WHO WAS IT? "SPAM" A GESTURE THAT IS SO SKEWED THAT IT MUST REPRESENT BRILLIANCE? SO OPAQUE AND TIGHT AND DOESNT MAKE SENSE AND STACCATO THAT IT MUST BE GENIUS? OTHERWISE BAD A CONCEPTUAL GESTURE FROM THE 90S COVERED IN BULLETPROOF METAL PLATING IN HAZARD MODE IMPENETRABLE A SPINY VIOLENT NOXIOUS THICK CONCEPTUAL GESTURE A CONCEPTUAL GESTURE WITH THE MISSION STATEMENT OF PROVING ITS MAKERS BLINDING INTELLIGENCE A CONCEPTUAL GESTURE THAT LIKENS ITSELF TO STARING AT THE SUN A CONCEPTUAL GESTURE WITH ATROPHIED LIMBS AND BULGING MASSIVE SPATIOTEMPORAL REASONING LOBE THIS GESTURE


SUBCONSCIOUS BUZZWORD FOR AT LEAST THE NEXT 4 YEARS IS: AMBIGUITY


IT FEELS FAST BUT ITS FIVE DECADES SLOW


THE PROJECTS EVOLUTION WASNT A PART OF THE INITIAL INTELLECTUAL SOFTWARE SO ITS HIT ITS GLASS CEILING. AN ABSTRACT PAINTING THAT CAN GO ON AND ON BUT NO LONGER BARES CORRESPONDENT CULTURAL WEIGHT WITH EACH NEW PHYSICAL STROKE. WE ARE SO ALOOF TOWARDS MAKING 'BLOGS' BECAUSE THEY DONT COST A PENNY OR A THOUGHT BUT THEY DESERVE PLANNING AND ACHITECTURALESQUE LEVELS OF RESEARCH


I LIKE YOUR FINISHED GESTURE AND IM GLAD YOU KEEP BUILDING ON IT EVEN THOUGH ITS FINISHED BECAUSE YOURE A HUMAN AND IT FEELS GOOD


SERIALITYx10 (EDITIONED)


PUTTING A GRANDFATHER INTO A PUNK CONCERT


IF YOU INVITE ME TO YOUR PARTY I WILL BE NICE I WILL BE INVISIBLE I WILL BE A FLY ON THE WALL I WILL BE MEEK AND INDENTURED TO YOU I WILL OWE YOU ONE I WILL BE MAGNIFICENTLY FORGETTABLE I WILL BE HUMAN IKEA I WILL LAUGH CONTROLLED JAS I WILL BOW SOCIALLY I JUST WANT TO BE INVITED TO YOUR PARTY I WILL CUT MY HAIR AND PUT ON A WRISTWATCH AND A QUIET-TONED BUTTON UP SHIRT AND POLISHED BROWN SHOES BUT NOT TOO POLISHED IF YOU INVITE ME TO YOUR PARTY WE CAN TALK ABOUT POLITICS POLITELY I JUST WANT TO BE INVITED TO YOUR PARTY AT ALL COSTS: A MEXICAN ART CRITIC


ITS FUNNY-THE IDEA THAT ARTISTS WOULD SHOW THEIR "GOOD" WORK AT THE WHITNEY AND THEIR "BAD" WORK AT THE ARMORY


GOD IS POST-OP


INSIDE OF THE TIME COMPRESSED INTERNET REALITY THINGS FEEL FRAGILE AND PRECARIOUS AND DESTINED TO CHAOTIC RUPTURE. FROM THAT PERSPECTIVE I FEEL DURESS. PAINTINGS ARE SLOW. THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO OFFSET THE MANIA, PUT IT INTO PERSPECTIVE, BUT THEY ARE TOO FLACCID AND NEED TO BE PART OF THE MANIA IN ORDER TO SPEAK. MY CONFIDANT TELLS ME "THE INTERNET'S CHASM IS OVERRATED," "YOULL SEE," HE TELLS ME. I TELL HIM I AGREE IM JUST SICKLY DEEP IN ITS MANIA I HOPE EUROPE WILL PRY ME FROM IT.


I CATEGORICALLY DENY THAT ART IS USELESS


THE SKY IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN THE INTERNET

A SKIN OF STARS
I SAT SCREAMING IN A CLAY SWEAT LODGE IN MICHOACAN WITH MY FRIENDS AND THEN WE ALL GOT DIARRHEA
A MASSIVE GANGBANG SCENARIO OF INSIDER COLLECTING
ON A BAD ONE 

DRUNK AND ON A BAD ONE DRUNK AND ON A BAD BENDER AND LOOKING FOR SOME COGENCY IN THIS WORLD THE CEILING IS ELECTRIC YELLOW BLACK YOU KNOW THAT GREENISH GREYISH COLOR AND IT IS VIBRATING BUT NOT A FAST SHAKE LIKE A BAD MASSAGE CHAIR A PULSING BACK AND FORTH ROCKING LIKE BEING ON A BOAT LIKE THAT ROLLIN LEONARD GIF I AM IN MY BED ROLLING IN THE WAVES AND MY GIRLFRIEND IS ASLEEP SOUNDLY CURLED UP NEXT TO ME AND I AM ROCKING BACK AND FORTH WITH THE CEILING AND THE WALLS PULSATING AND I AM FLOATING HERE SMUGLY DEMAND EXPLANATIONS OF ME THE CEILING IS ELECTRIC YELLOW BLACK AND I AM CAPABLE OF EXPLAINING MYSELF BUT I AM NOT INTERESTED I DO NOT WANT TO PAINT ALBUMS I DO NOT WANT TO BE A THEORIST I WANT TO MAKE MIXTAPES IN INDIA I WANT TO RECORD MIXTAPES IN MEADOWS IN MICHOACAN I AM NOT INTERESTED IN PLASTIC OR POLITICS OR STAINLESS STEEL OR SHOPPING MALLS OR SMUG FIRST WORLD THINGS I AM NOT IN ANY KIND OF A RUSH I DO WANT TO LEARN 

IT IS REMARKABLE HOW QUICKLY PAINT THINNER CAN RUIN RELATIONSHIPS WITH YOUR NEIGHBORS
LEAKED SELFIES

ALL OF THE SECRETS OF THE UNIVERSE ARE CONTAINED WITHIN THE FURTIVE WRINKLES OF UR BROW


MY LUNGS R BLEEDING TODAY I CAN TASTE IT IN MY MOUTH


I MET YOU ONE TIME AND YOU HAD WHITE PANTS


THE HOTTEST NEW METHOD TO TRY TO FUCK YOUNG ARTISTS IS TO WRITE HUFFPOST ARTICLES ABOUT THEM



A BLOG WHOSE TRAJECTORY DRAWS A LINE BETWEEN 1980S FRENCH PHILOSOPHY AND 1990S GANGSTER RAP AS IMAGINED BY AN OVEREDUCATED SEXFLUID CAUCASIANESQUE BETAMALE FROM OHIO WHO NOW RESIDES IN THE BEDFORD STUYVESANT NEIGHBORHOOD OF BROOKLYN

SOMEONE SHOULD GET ED RUSCHA AN UPDATED VERSION OF PHOTOSHOP FOR CHRISTMAS I JUST HAD THE IDEA TO PRINT OUT ALL OF MY TUMBLRS FOR A SOLO SHOW IN A HUGE SPACE AND WALLPAPER THEM COVERING EVERYTHING AND HANG PAINTINGS OVER THE TOP AND PLAY LOUD SOUND PIECES ALL OF THEM WHAT WOULD THAT LOOK LIKE IDK BUT IM GONNA FIND OUT PROBABLY VERY PRETTY I STEPPED UP MY PANTS GAME ELECTRIC YELLOW STREET SWEEPERS ALANIS MORISETTE THE BRUCE HIGH QUALITY SHOW FOR GIRLS ONLY PRINTING THE INTERNET BEAUTIFULLY DUCHAMP


A SIMPLE LESSON PANTALLA DE HUMO SOUNDS SMOOTHER THAN SMOKESCREEN ITS A FASHION THING WHAT KIND OF ARTIST ARE YOU ITS LIKE YOU DONT EVEN GO OUTSIDE ITS LIKE YOU DONT EVEN LISTEN TO THE RADIO ALL ARTISTS KNOW THAT ART OPENINGS ARE A SAFE PLACE TO DO HARD DRUGS WITH YOUR COLLEAGUES. A PAINTING THAT GIVES DEMANDS THAT SAYS CRY IN FRONT OF ME. I JUST WANT TO CRY IN FRONT OF A PAINTING I DIDNT READ PHILOSOPHY IN MY FORMATIVE YEARS I JUST LISTENED TO GANGSTER RAP PLIISS STOP ME BUT IM NEVER GUNA SURVIVE  SEAL GOIN CRAZY


IT DOESNT MATTER 2 ME IF MY PRODUCTION WAXES R WANES-- HONESTY DOESNT WANE


THE MEXICAN BRAND IS MAD HOT RITE NAU IN LA COLLECTING CIRCLES SO DONT FORGET THOSE SECOND LAST NAMES YALL AND DONT FORGET THOSE ACCENTS YALL $$$


HOLLOW DULL AXE CLAP INTO LUMBER



*OMG* EVERYTHINGS BEEN DONE SO IM JUST GONNA COMPLAIN ALOT

OF LOCAL IMPORTANCE

MY CONTACT TO CONTEMPORARYARTDAILY IS WORTH ITS WEIGHT IN GOLD

MY CONTACT TO MOUSSE MAGAZINE IS WORTH ITS WEIGHT IN GOLD

THERE IS TOO MUCH NEATNESS

THERE IS TOO MUCH NEATNESS

ALOT OF LEARNING

PAYMENT PLANS LAYAWAY LOANS WE ARE TALKING ABOUT ART!............
THE *MOST* RIDICULOUS EXPENSIVE THING ON THE PLANET. LITERALLY MORE EXPENSIVE THAN DIAMONDS. MORE EXPENSIVE THAN YOUR FAMILY TREE. MORE EXPENSIVE THAN POST APOCALYPTIC OXYGEN. THAN WATER IN IN A DROUGHT. WHO CARES ABOUT LIFE WHEN WE HAVE ART!: WRITTEN FROM MCDONALDS

EVERY ASPECT OF LIFE SHOULD BE ATOMICALLY DIVIDED INTO ITS APPROPRIATE ART SUBSECTION 

GET TO WORK

WALK INTO A HANGING COOL FLUORESCENT LIT WHITE CUBE WITH GLOSS TITANIUM ENAMEL FLOOR THERE YOU WILL FIND JET LI MEDITATING FOR 8 HOUR PERIODS THIS IS MY PIECE ITS TITLED ME VALE VERGA NO FOTOS ALLOWED

HE LIQUIDATED HIS NICHE CELEBRITY ON KICKSTARTER AND NOW HES IN BERLIN

THIS PHRASE IS MY JUSTIFICATION FOR NOT HAVING JUSTIFICATION FOR THIS PHRASE

WHAT IS ZAHA HADIDS DEATH COUNT

BAD FRAMING

NOW

NEVER

ALWAYS

I AM HERE NOW

BRUSH STROKES R JUST AN EXTENSION OF YOUR BODY. THE WAY YOU USE YOUR BODY IS AN EXTENSION OF YOUR MIND, JUST LIKE YOUR VOICE. THE MIND IS THE MASTER STROKE

THE TRAX OF BLACK MUD THAT MY FEET LEAVE ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR

THIS IS SMART GOOD ART I DONT NEED A LOS ANGELES COLLECTING SYNDICATE TO APPROVE THIS MESSAGE I SEE THE RIPPLES I SEE THIS NEW SOUND JOURNALING HAVING ITS EFFECT ON THE SOUNDCLOUD ACCOUNTS OF SAIC STUDENTS WHERE IT REALLY MATTERS I UNDERSTAND EARNESTLY THAT COOLNESS IS NOT MY MOTIVE I AM INCAPABLE OF BEING INTERESTED I WAS BORN TO PUSH SHIT AND ROCK THE BOAT I DONT WANT TO GIVE YOU MY MORNING I DONT WANT TO GIVE YOU MY MORNING I WILL GIVE YOU MY AFTERNOON GLADLY A BABY TIGER ON THE ROOF OF YOUR NEIGHBORS BUILDING WEAVING PARKER STOPPED FUCKING AROUND SO MUCH ONLINE ONCE HE GOT SUCKED INTO THE SYNDICATE BY THE TIME I AM FORTY YEARS OLD I WILL HAVE RECEIVED SO MANY GOOD CRITIQUES ITS BEST THAT YOU FOCUS ON MY WHITENESS AND MY STRAIGHTNESS I WOULD FOCUS ON HOW NORMAL I AM NOT COOL #NORM JUST PORTLAND WEST HILLS NORM WITH CAMBODIAN AND RUSSIAN AND GRAND RONDE NEIGHBORS PLAYING BASEBALL LIKE A GOOD HETERONORMATIVE AMERICAN AND MAKING ART LIKE A GOOD QUEERNORMATIVE AMERICAN

PISS SO MURKY PISS SO MURKY IT LOOKS LIKE CHICKEN FLAVOR TOP RAMEN BROTH THE NEIGHBOR COMPLAINS IN UNREQUITED SOLILOQUY

THE ADDITIONAL SKILLS SECTION OF MY CV MENTIONS THAT I AM UPWARDLY MOBILE

EIGHTEEN BAR ACADEMIC PHRASINGS

COOLNESS ON THE INTERNET DOES NOT HAVE A STRONG ENOUGH GROSS DOMESTIC OUTPUT FOR ME TO BE CONVINCED IN ITS BRAND

IT IS TOO BAD THAT MODERN PAINTERS MAGAZINE FELL OFF

IF I WERE IN HEAVEN THERE WOULD BE INFINITE TEXTS BY KEITH J VARADI

IN HEAVEN IT IS ALWAYS 7:00AM

I DONT WANNA TAKE A SHOWER

THERE ARE TIMES WHEN THINGS FEEL LOST THERE ARE TIMES WHEN THINGS FEEL TOO OPAQUE TO REACH FOR THEM IDEAS ARE THE STARS WE CAN SQUINT AND WATERY EYED MAKE OUT THEIR EDGES COMPUTER SCREEN MEDITATION EVERYTHING LOOKS THE SAME TO ME EVERYTHING FEELS THE SAME TO ME


MOLDED WHITE PLASTIC OBJECTS N LAYS THEM ON THEIR SIDE N PROJECTS A VIDEO OF GLITCHES OVER THE TOP AND PLAYS HOMEMADE WITCHHOUSE COMING OUT OF A WHITE MOLDED RAIN GALOSH IN THE CORNER ONTOP OF ANY BOOK ABOUT DARKWEB THEORY SOME BUNGY CHORDS STRETCHED ACROSS THE VENTILATOR SHAFT A FEW SHARDS OF PLASTER LAID OUT ON A TEE SHIRT PRINTED WITH BOLD BLACK INACCESSIBLE ICONS A PALE MODEL SITTING AT A DESK


I HAD THE IDEA THAT CONTINUOUS WRITING WOULD BUILD SOMETHING BIGGER THAN ME OR BETTER THAN ME IT IS JUST THE HUM OF A TROPICAL HOTEL ROOM OVERHEAD FAN YOU CAN HEAR THE PULLCHAIN DANCING IN THE BREEZE YOU CAN HERE CARS AND BUSES HONKING YOU ARE TOO POOR TO AFFORD REAL ISOLATION I AM SOON GOING TO HAVE A SHOW IN THE MODERN ART MUSEUM IN OAXACA ANOTHER GROUP SHOW ANOTHER GROUP SHOW ANOTHER GROUP SHOW ANOTHER GROUP SHOW ANOTHER GROUP SHOW 


MODERN ARTS DEAD DADS NORMCORE CURRICULUM VITAE NAMEDROPPING ID LIKE TO SEE SOME DARK GOYA THE CUTESIES PLAYIN CANDY CRUSH BRUH SOMETHING CHILL N BRIT I HAVE NEVER LOOKED AT GILBERT N GEORGES WORK EVER. 


WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE VISUAL? WERE ACTUALLY LUCKY TO HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO PUSH AGAINST THIS IS MY PUSH IT IS AS BORING TO READ AS IT IS HEARING ROBERT RYMAN TALK ABOUT HIS PAINTINGS I FALL ASLEEP TO THESE THINGS I FALL ASLEEP TO ALL THINGS ROTHKO WANTED US TO CRY YVES KLEIN WAS A JUDO EXPERT MARTIN CREED IS TOO FUNNY FOR ME BUT ITS NOT LAUGH OUT LOUD FUNNY I WOULDNT LET MYSELF LOL BECAUSE I DONT WANNA I WOULD JUST TYPE LOL N SHED WATER WHO IS THE NEW DALI R U AS FORGETTABLE AS THE OLD DALI? JEFF KOONSS NEW WORK IS BREEDING FIGHTING DOGS


EVERY LATE TWENTY SOMETHING WHO WENT TO A LIBERAL SECONDARY IVY LEAGUE WRITES SHORT INTERNATIONAL GOSSIP PIECES ON UKRAINE AND VIOLENCE AND AT THE END WANTS U 2 KNOW HOW QUIRKY THEIR BIO CAN B 


ALOT OF U MAKE PAINTINGS LIKE THE NINETY YEAR OLD LADY I READ ABOUT YESTERDAY


REMEMBER:

EVEN FAMOUS NET ARTISTS HAVE FAMILYMEMBERS WHO WRITE EMBARRASSING SHIT ON THEIR WALLS. LOL IS NOT PART OF MY URL VOCABULARY I WANT TO MAKE A TUMBLR CALLED HUMILITY I WANT TO MAKE A TUMBLR WITH A LIST OF ALL MY BEST IDEAS IT WILL NOT ESTABLISH INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY AT ALL I WILL BE A FOOTNOTE AS IT OPERATES WITHIN AN AMERICAN *FREUDIAN SLIP* AN IMAGINARY VACUUM COMPLETELY ISOLATED FROM MARKET ALWAYS.BE.CLOSING FUCK OR WALK THIS WILL BE THE MISSION STATEMENT OF THE BLOG (THE FONT COLOR WILL BE TRANSPARENT) THE RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARC FACEMELT SCENE WOMEN OF THE 90S

I WOULD SEND THAT GOAT VIDEO TO MY GRANDPA


IT WOULD B CHILL IF UR BIO JUST SAID *FOUNTAINHEAD* 


PUT IT ON PURPLE MAG AND CALL IT A DAY TALK TO ME ABOUT ART GIRLS DOING SLUTTY SHIT IM NOT SATISFIED WITH WHERE MY WRITINGS AT WTF WILL MY EDITOR SAY I SHOYLDA DRANK MORE MILK AS A CHILD I SHOULDA DRANK MORE MALIBU COCONUT RUM AS A THIRTEENYEAROLD IS THERE A PARTICULAR VOICE COMING FROM MY LITERAL GESTICULATION CAN U MAGINE ME YELLING THIS SHIT R WUT? ART IS ALL LIES EVERY TIME U TELL A LIE UR MAKING A MASTERPIECE. DUCHAMPS TOILET LARAS BANANA JANKOWSKIS BOAT DO U HAVE ANY BETTER SUBJECT MATTER FOR A BACKWATER ART SCHOOL WITHOUT WI FI? ARTISTS HAVE TO BE WEIRDOS TO PROVE TO THOUGHTFUL REGULAR PEOPLE THAT THERE ARE MORE FREAKY IMPULSIVE WAYS TO LIVE UNRULY SIMMERING 


A GALLERY WHERE YOU MUST BE AN MEMBER OF THE SCREEN ACTORS GUILD TO EXHIBIT CHICKEN DEEP FRIED IN DORITOS CRUMBS AMATEUR WITCH HOUSE ENTHUSIAST A HIGH BLOCKABILITY RATE YOUR FAVORITE RAPPERS FAVORITE RAPPER PAY ANDREW BIRK FOREVER CANT STOP THINKIN LIKE IM ON THE BUS LISTENING TO ANDRE POSSUM ALOYSIUS JENKINS THREE THOUSAND CANT CHILL OUT IS THIS WUT HEARTBURN FEELS LIKE  I HOPE THAT UR THE ONE IM FINALLY FINA GO 2 OAXACA CANT WAIT 2 HIDE IN THE SHADE IN H&M GIRLPANTS I WOULD FLOAT IN THE DEAD SEA I WOULD FLOAT IN THE RED SEA I WOULD FLOAT IN THE BALTIC SEA I WOULD FLOAT IN THE GREAT SALT LAKE IN LAKE MICHIGAN IN LAKE TITICACA I WOULD FLOAT TO THE BOTTOM OF CRATER LAKE TO THE SAPPHIRE BOTTOM AND I WOULD BE HAPPY THERE FLOATING LIKE DRIFTWOOD AT AN INSTITUTION TAKE ME TO A BERLIN BUFFET A CREAM TRIBAL SLUGBUG THE SKY AND THE TREES ARE ANDREW WYETH PAINTING WHATEVR U MAKE WHO CARES BOUT THAT JUST LOOK COOL AS FUKK NEXT 2 IT R WHATEV ALL THE STREET ART IN BERLIN IS IN ENGLISH SO THAT AMERICAN EXPATRIOTS CAN TUMBL IT THE SOUR NATURE OF THE WRITER REALLY SHINES THOUGH DO U THINK HE MAKES LANDSCAPE PAINTINGS OF MEADOWS N BIRCH TREES ??? WHEN BETA ART TYPES R SO DISTRACTED BY THE ASSUMED POWER OF CAPS LOCK THAT ANY ACCOMPANYING IDEA FOLDS INTO THE ETHERS IF I WERE AN ESSAY WRITER ID WRITE AN ESSAY ON THIS WHY DO PEOPLE FEEL SO INTIMIDATED AND DISTRACTED BY CAPS? R U IN BROOKLYN? PLS TELL ME YESS! PLS SATISFY MY CLICHE OF YOU! I HAVE BEEN TO YOUR HOME! I HAVE VISITED YOUR STUDIO! I HAVE SEEN YOUR LINSEED GLAZES! YOU ARE FROM LONDON THE THRONE OF CONSERVATIVE EVERYTHING PLS PLS TALK TO ME ABOUT PROGRESSIVE IDEAS FROM YOUR PERSPECTIVE IM RIGID WITH ATTENTIVENESS MUSTY HARD EDGED GEOMETRY I CAN SMELL THEM. EVERY ABSTRACT PAINTER IS ESSENTIALLY CREATING A SOUND WITH THE ACTIVE FIELD AND THESE DISCUSSIONS WOULD B BETTER PAIRED DOWN TO PUNK MUSIC OVER RAP MUSIC OR ELECTRONIC OVER CLASSICAL. PURE PREFERENCE DERIVATIVE OF ONES PERSONALITY THAT GIVES NO SPACE FOR JUSTIFIED 'OBJECTIVE CRITIQUE' OF OTHER MUSICAL GENRES IS THE ARGUMENT ABOUT PRODUCTION QUALITY OR REALLY JUST ABOUT SOUND PREFERENCE? AND THEN HOW VERY REDUNDANT WOULD IT BE FOR ARIEL PINK 2 LISTEN 2  A CRITIQUE COMING FROM AN EXPERT OF MOZART? PAINSTAKING LAZINESS ABSTRACT PHOTOREALISM CLOSE YOUR EYES AND SELL MY IDEAS IF YOU HAD SEEN THE TOWEL THAT HE WAS POLISHING SHOES WITH IT WOULD HAVE BLOWN UR MIND A HIGH IMPACT CAR CRASH PUREBEAUTY A WHALE BREECH AN OLD GROWTH SPILLING THROUGH AN ENFERNED EMBANKMENT GEORGE ZIMMERMAN PRAYIN FOR A BRICK VACUUM ME INTO YOUR ETHICAL VACUUM PREASE PORTRAY ME INTO A BOX I PREFER GEOMETRY AMY SILMAN IS A PROVISIONAL PAINTR INARGUABLY. WITHOUT QUESTION. WITH CERTAINTY. MY PAINTING GESTURE TAKES HUNDREDS OF HOURS AND ITS KINDA SLEEPY AND THOSE PEOPLE R HAVING FUN N PEOPLE R PAYING MIND 2 THEM N I AM MAD MY SOCIAL GROUP ON TWITTER HAS MY BACK QUOTE UNQUOTE. TIME SPENT = QUALITY. QUOTE UNQUOTE. IM NOT SURE IF ITS GOOD. QUOTE UNQUOTE. BUT THIS IS MY BUSINESS MODEL AND ITS TOO LATE TO TURN BACK. QUOTE UNQUOTE. IVE SPENT TOO MUCH TIME ON THIS TO ADMIT MY LACK. QUOTE UNQUOTE.YO BUT WITH THOSE MUSEUM SECURITY FOTOS UR TUMBLRS GUN B OFF THE HOOK A TON OF ART COLLECTORS AT A MUSIC FESTIVAL THATS COOL THAT THE COLLECTING COMMUNITY WOULD DO THAT TOGETHER--GREAT FOR MORALE


A WHITE SPACE WITH A SPRINKLING OF OBJECTS ANY COLOR ANY SIZE ASYMMETRICALLY PLACED N A SMUG PERSON SITTING ON A SMUG CHAIR SMUGLY. RECORDINGS OF IDEAS PROJECTED INTO BLANK SPACES. EVERY FAMILY NEEDS A STEROID USER BRYAN ADAMS


I JUST LOOKED AT ADRIAN VILLAR ROJAS' WORK FOR THE FIRST TIME AFTER HAVING HEARD HIS NAME A DOZEN TIMES OVER THE LAST HALF DOZEN MONTHS THE ONLY REAL INTEREST I HAVE IN THE WORK IS WONDERING WHO IS PAYING FOR ALL THAT CONCRETE IT IS SO LITERAL IT IS SO SO LITERAL THERE MUST MANY POWER GAMES AT PLAY HIDDEN IN THE SEAMS SO MANY LISTS PUBLISHED POINTING TO SO MANY TWISTED RIGGED UNREGULATED CONDITIONS LOOKIN MAD FISHY PLUCK A KID FROM ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD AND GIVE HIM OR HER AN UNLIMITED PRODUCTION BUDGET AND A CORPORATE PRESS MAKEOVER WHO THE FUCK CARES WHAT THE KID IS ACTUALLY MAKING OR THINKING OR LACKING THAT IS SO SO FAR BEYOND THE POINT WE HAVE BACKERS COME WASH YOUR MONEY IN OUR OPAQUE PYRAMID JUST MAKE IT VERY VERY BIG BECAUSE VERY VERY BIG MEANS VERY VERY GOOD BECAUSE IT COST ALOT TO MAKE WHICH MEANS ITS WORTH A LOT BUT DONT MAKE IT TOO GOOD THE KID CANT BE TOO SMART OR TECHNICAL OR TOO INQUISITIVE IT IS BETTER THAT THEY ARE SLIGHTLY DUMB AND SLIGHTLY SYMMETRICAL AND SLIGHTLY SOCIAL LIKE A GOOD MID LEVEL GALLERIST THERE HAS TO BE SOME LO-FI REJECTION OF CRAFT AND QUALITY NORMALLY LO-FI IS AN INTELLECTUAL STATEMENT AGAINST HI-FI WHICH MEANS HAVING AN UNDERSTANDING OF HI-FI TRICK THE BUYERS INTO THINKING HE IS MASTERFULLY REJECTING HIS MASTERY AWARDING HUGE PRODUCTION BUDGETS TO VERY TECHNICALLY UNSTABLE ARTISTS MEETS A PERFECT MIDDLE GROUND WHERE THEIR WORK IS ALL BIG AND BAD AND FALLING APART AND IS IT INTENTIONAL OF COURSE! AND CAN BE INTERPRETED AS I DONT GIVE A FUCK AND COOL (WITHDRAWN/SENSITIVE/BROODING/SHY) AND NO PRESSURE AND FED TO THE COLLECTIONS IN THAT LIGHT AND THE MEEK ARTIST STARTS TO CONSUME THE STORY AND THE ATTITUDE AND INFLATE AND JUSTIFY AND WASH AND EMBEZZLE AND BUILD AND CONFLATE FOREVER AND FOREVER THE END.


MIX IT WITH A WORKING CLASS BACKSTORY AND SELL! SELL! SELL! 


EVERYONE IN THIS CLUB AIRBRUSHES GRADIENTS IF YOU DONT AIRBRUSH GRADIENTS YOU CANT BE HERE IN THIS CLUB 


I HAVE WHITE STRAIGHT MALE SHAME I WANT TO BE LIKED IM WORKING OVERTIME TO UNDERMINE THE HIGHLY DISPUTABLE PEDIGREE OF MY GENETIC DISPOSITION PANTHER JONES ASKED ME IF I WAS STRAIGHT OR GAY OR FLEXIBLE IT FELT LIKE A TRAP SHE SAID STRAIGHT MALES LIKE BASQUIAT I THINK HE WOULD HAVE FALLEN OFF THE RADAR WERE IT NOT FOR HIS ROCKSTAR OVERDOSE I AGREE WITH ART AND PEOPLE WHO MAKE IT RESPONSIBLY AND I WOULD LIKE TO BE IN CAHOOTS WITH THEM AND ID LIKE TO LEVERAGE A SHOW IN OSLO THIS DECADE, PLEASE, AND I COULD LIVE WITH NEVER SEEING ANOTHER NEON TEXT PIECE AGAIN EARNEST OR IRONIC FOR THE REST OF TIME I AM SITTING NAKED IN AN EMPTY BATHTUB AND COLD WATER HAS BEEN FLOWING OUT OF THE TAP FOR 20 MINUTES AND I JUST WATCHED THREE EPISODES OF GIRLS AND BECAUSE OF THAT THIS EXPERIENCE FEELS CONFUSINGLY PROFOUND


I HATE SWIMMING POOLS. AND I HATE THE BEACH. AND I LOVE THE OCEAN. MY LOVE FOR U IS ALMOST EQUAL TO MY LOVE OF THE GREY FROCKED OCEAN BUT IT NEVER COULD BE  FREEZIN CLEAR RAIN DROPLETS LAZILY LEAN DOWN THIN PAINED EMITTANCE OF CREAKING COLD WEDGING INTO CEDER SHINGLED FIGHTING PILE OF WET GREY YELLOW PALEBLOGGED ROTHKO HORIZON LETHARGIC SANDY OPACITY FOG DAUBED GREY GREEN MUDFLATS I WILL LOVE YOU LIKE THE SHALLOW END OF A SWIMMING POOL UNREQUITED CHILDISH WILL YOU LOVE ME LIKE YOUR IDEA OF THE OCEAN FEARFUL AWESOME THE ORIGINAL AWESOME NOT THE SURFER AWESOME NOT THE RISD AWESOME I WANTED THAT ASYMMETRICAL WHITESPACE DEARLY I ENCOURAGED THAT ASYMMETRICAL WHITESPACE ENDLESSLY IVE FORGOTTEN WHAT SNOW LOOKS LIKE TWISTED CAPITALISM LITTLE KIDS BUYING SHITTY RED ROSES FOR THEIR FAKE FUCKING FRIENDS AND BUYING VOTES FOR SCHOOL PRESIDENT WITH TRINKETS AND ALUMINUM WATERBOTTLES KEYCHAINS AND CUPCAKES AND DOODADS AND HANGYBOBS ITS HARD TO TAKE NOTE OF THE WORLD AROUND US ITS HARD TO QUESTION THE WORLD AROUND US ITS HARD NOT TO BUY DARK RED ROSES ON VALENTINES DAY LIKE MENS WAREHOUSE SUITWEARING LOW LEVEL BUSINESSMEN WHO MAY POTENTIALLY LIVE IN HILLSIDE CINDERBLOCK HOMES NO MATTER HOW SMART WE ARE AND HOW SMART OUR GIRLFRIENDS ARE MY STUDENTS ASSUMED THAT A PABLO NERUDA POEM WAS WRITTEN TO A WOMAN I TOLD THEM NOT TO MAKE THAT ASSUMPTION ALSO BUKOWSKI LOVED LOVE AND LIFE IF LOVE REALLY WAS A DOG FROM HELL HE WOULD NOT HAVE WATERED HIS PLANTS AT THE END OF THE POEM IN HIS GRIPPING LONELINESS HE WOULD HAVE BEEN DISINTERESTED IN CONTINUING THE CYCLE LOVE IS FOR POETS AND ARTISTS AND CORPORATIONS AND MOTHERS AND NO ONE ELSE ART IS A SOLILOQUY ISNT IT


A BOY PUT HIS SUBWAY FINGERS INTO THE MOUTH BELOW CELADON EYELIDS A PAIR OF WHITEHEAD PIMPLES NEXT TO A BROWN MOLE ON A BROWN NECK CRAMMED THREE INCHES AWAY FROM THE TIP OF MY NOSE AN ENGINE BLACK EARWELL WHERE A CAR REPAIR MAN RUBBED HIS HAND THE BOY WITH THE CELADON GIRL ARE PRETENDING TO FUCK INSIDE OF MY PERSONAL BUBBLE I AM LOOKING AT THE MUSCLE SEPARATION OF MY OUTSTRETCHED RIGHT FOREARM AND PUSHING MY RIGHT LATISSIMUS DORSI INTO MULTIPLE ENCROACHING NEIGHBORS THEY WILL NOT GET PAST THIS WALL THE WHO IS ON IN SLOW MOTION FRAMING MY BEAUTIFUL LOWERED STUMBLING VOICE AND I AM WATCHING TWO PEOPLE GETTING INTO A FIGHT 10 CENTIMETERS FROM ME AND IT IS SLOW MOTION AND VERY THEATRICAL U PAINT LIKE JEMIMA KIRKE LISTENING TO KATE BUSH


DECOMPRESSION DEFRAGMENTATION DEPRESSION PAN FLUTE ARPEGGIOS SUCTION CUPS VACUUMS SHORT PANTS FASHION BLOGS I SAT SMILING ON THE CURB AT 2 AM LISTENING TO POOR PRIMITIVISM ALONGSIDE MY DOWNTRODDEN FRIENDS SOBER SOBERING I WATCHED A MAN SELL ART LIKE LIVESTOCK OPENING THE GIFT HORSES MOUTHS SHOWING THE TEETH SHOWING THE UDDERS TRIMMING OFF BROWN LEAVES AND BROKEN BRANCHES FRUSTRATION IS A POWERFUL ELEMENT OPENING THE VACUUM SEAL AND WATCHING THE OBJECTS DEFLATE IN REAL SPACE REAL COLORS ARE MORE GREYSCALE A SMALL FRACTURE GREW INTO A GENERATIONAL ETHICAL RIFT AND OPENED UP IN THE DIAGONALLY LINED CARPET AND SWALLOWED US WHOLE I JUST HAD SEX REACTING TO THE LIONS DEN I WANT TO MAKE PAINTINGS NO MORE BULLSHIT ECONOMICAL TIME FRAMES FOLLOW UP EMAILS THERE IS NO MORE ENTHUSIASM OR FIGHT THERE IS THAT ONE THING THAT STANDS ON THE TIP OF ONE FINGER THAT DOESNT BEND THAT DOESNT WAVER THAT IS ONLY CONVINCED BY ITSELF THAT LOOKS OUTSIDE THAT IS FOCUSED SQUINTING BLINDED TO THE BLINKING WAILING WHORES OF THE WORLD WITH A COCAINE JAW WITH A PULSATING TEMPLE WITH A FLEXED FIXED TORSO WITH CONFIDENT STEELY EYES AND BRAIN THE DOESNT SWERVE LIFE IS A GAME OF CHICKEN AND I AM UNSWERVING NO STEERING COLUMN DETACHING FROM THE FOUL VITRIOLIC TIT OF A BROKEN SYSTEM LOWERING ONES RAISED HAND LEAVING THE FINAL EXAM WITH A SPARSE BLACK PIECE OF PAPER ON THE TABLE LOOSING MAGNESIUM ROUNDS INTO FOLIAGE ACTION PAINTING AN OLD WOMAN MANEUVERING FOR MY SEAT ON THE METRO TRAIN AGAINST MY WILL A FAT SWASHBUCKLING FASTTALKING GARBAGECANNABLE DYED BLOND WOMAN FROM MALIBU BEING PIERCED BY THE GRITTY RUSTED PRISON SPIKE PROTRUDING FROM MY WIT PLANTS DYING IN THE SPRING HEATWAVE SENDING MINDMEDDLES TO WHATEVER EMAIL ADDRESS NECESSARY BATTENING DOWN THE JAILBARRED SHUDDERED WINDOWS CLOSING DOWN TRANSPARENCY I WILL BE MAKING DEDICATED PAINTINGS BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT I CAN DO AND WANT TO DO AND LOVE TO DO IT IS GOOD ON THE STREET IT IS GOOD IN THE MARBLED SHADOWS I AM A COILED SPRAWLING SEA SNAKE I AM A DETONATOR I AM BREAKING MYSELF DOWN IN A POLYNESIAN SHIRT AND WORN PRADAS I CAN BARE ANYTHING I MUST YOU WILL HEAR FROM ME IN FRENCH CORRESPONDENCE AND I WILL BE SHREDDING THE UNDERBELLY OF CONTEMPORARY PAINTING MY PALE SINEW TEARING IT ASUNDER IN PRIVATELY EXPERIENCED PUBLICLY SHARED VIOLENT BEAUTIFUL UNFORGIVING ESCALATING BLISS I AM SECRETLY A MAMMALIAN CUP RUNNETH AMOCK FROTHING WITH THE BLIPS OF 21ST CENTURY GANGSTER RAP AND EMINENT IMMINENT DOWNFALL INSATIABLE CHEMICALED THINNERED SATYR A RICH BOI FROM CONNECTICUT WITH ADHD N OCD U FEEL MI AN OLD WRINKLED RIGHT HAND RUBBING A BRUSHED ALUMINUM PIPING INLAID WITH PROMISSORY AUSTRALIAN OPEL SYNTHETIC GUITAR RIFFS NIGHTTIME VOMITED STINTS FAINT MULTIVITAMIN AMWAY PLASTIC INDUSTRIAL TUNAFISH INDIAINK SKINLESS GRAPES INVISIBLE IN A DARK ROOM FRENCH INVITATIONS SPANISH MEAT BROTH AMERICAN CHIVALRY BRAZILIAN JUJITSU KOREAN BARBECUE GRAPE CHEWING GUM RAINBOW SNOW CONES THE FOLLOWTHROUGH SOLID LIKE A TREETRUNK AXETHUD TRANSFERRING YOUR HIPS INTO IT PIVOTING YOUR FEET AND KNEES INTO THE BLOW INTO THE CONTACT POWER MEXICAN ARTWORLDERS IN DESPAIR WAITING FOR THE NEW ART FORUM DIARY TO DROP SO THEIR ASSISTANTS CAN !PUBLISH! PROVING UNTIL NEXT FAIR SEASON THAT THE FIRST ART WORLD DID ONCE GIVE A FUKK ABOUT THEM SHIA LABEOUFS AGENT MANDATED THAT HE DO PERFORMANCE ART EVERY MOUNTAIN IS A SCULPTURE TRANSFERRING EVERY OCEAN IS A PAINTING TRANSFERRING MY HOUSE WAS SHAKING IT COULD HAVE BEEN AN EARTHQUAKE IT COULD HAVE BEEN A SEMI TRUCK IT COULD HAVE BEEN SUPERBASS IN THE JUNCTION DEEP HERE KNEEING IN THE JUNCTION 


WETRANSFER THE MOVIE TO MYLES I TOLD DAT OLD LA BITCH THAT SHES A BITCH STEP OFF I AINT NO WIPPIN BOI ART FAIRS R ONLY 4 SHIT U CAN SEE NXT TIME ILL ONLY SHOW SHIT U CANT SEE I SAW A GUY CRASH A MOTORCYCLE IT WAS FUCKED THATS IT MY NEXT SOUND PIECE SHOULD REALLY HAVE SONIC YOUTH AND U CAN JUST BUY A BUNCH OF SHIT AND EVERYTHING WILL LOOK CLEAN PUT THAT IN AN ART FAIR ART FAIR ART FAIR BEING A GALLERIST IS NOT AT ALL ROMANTIC HUNGOVER AND FAT UNDER THE FLUORESCENT LIGHTS ART FAIRS ARE LIKE AIRPORTS ARTFAIRS ARE LIKE ENDLESS FLIGHT DELAYED AIRPORT CAMPING MINUS THE SWEATPANTS ATTITUDE AND PLUS THE ABSOLUTE INACCESS TO FOOD ARTISTS R NO LONGER FIGHTING AGAINST THE WORK OF PICASSO OR POLLOCK THEY R FIGHTING AGAINST THE BRANDING OF PICASSO AND POLLOCK I WATCHED POLLOCK THREE TIMES TODAY A YOUNG MAN WHO ACTS LIKE AN OLD MAN WHO BEGINS A COMPLAINT WITH "I HATE TO BE AN OLD MAN" I WANT TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT OUR LITTLE NEIGHBOR THAT CALLED THE POLICE ON US JUST SO SMALL I AM TRYING TO REMEMBER THE INCIDENT AND ALL I CAN REMEMBER IS JUST THAT HE WAS SO SMALL OMG VERY VERY CHILL YES I AGREE CAN I BUY STOCKS IN THIS WEBSITE WHENS THE IPO? PLEASE SPAM ME FROM TORONTO MAKE DEM DREAMS SCREAM YO NAME I ALMOST CRIED WATCHING CITY SLICKERS THIS MORNING IN MY TRASHED HOTEL ROOM MY FRIEND PAID ME TO WRITE AN ESSAY I WROTE ABOUT JENNY SAVILLE IMITATING A PENIS BADLY THE PAPER WAS GENIUS I THINK MY FRIEND GOT A D


GOD HAS A ROTHKO PAINTING HANGING IN HIS BREAKFAST NOOK


OLD WHITE PEOPLE WEARING VIP COLLECTOR MACO BADGES R MY SPIRIT ANIMAL GACHO GABACHO GARBACHO NACO WACHO NOMAMUKS BRODUKS PURO PURE HIJO DE PAPI PACHIFRESESA FRESUKS (LYRICS)


YOU JUST KNEW THAT MEDIA WOULD B SHARED IT CUT WITHIN VERY PARTICULAR LINGUISTIC PARADIGM CROOKEDLY FUNNY DYSLEXIC ONETHOUSANDPERCENT CYNICAL OVERBURNT STUCK ON ITS OWN ACID TRIP THE MODERNDAY WRITERS CHLAMYDIA (←SP?) THAT ALTERNATIVE MAINSTREAM POST NET USERS FEEL IN THEIR GUTS WHATS THAT LINE THAT FISH HAVE THEIR LATERAL LINE THAT LINE ONLINE A BOOK IS WAY TOO STRAIGHFORWARD FOR ME TO INTERACT WITH UNLESS ITS WRITTEN CROOKEDLY TWISTEDLY DISJOINTEDLY IN WHICH CASE WHY WOULDNT I JUST STARE THROUGH TWITTER FEEDS EN SERIO AND FUSE RANDOM LETTER PATTERNS ONTO MY BRAIN STEM THIS IS MY IDEA (ARMS GRACEFULLY DIRECTING YOUR ATTENTION) AND ITS AN OLD IDEA A BADLY EDITED AND INCAPABLY ARTICULATED IDEA I WANT OLD PEOPLE TO FEED PIGEONS AND HALF DIGEST ONE SENTENCE OF THIS I HAVE FRIENDS ON FACEBOOK THAT READ THIS AND DONT PENETRATE VERY FAR INTO THE VITRIOL ALL THIS TALK OF FACEBOOK AND TWITTER REALLY DATES MY CONTENT I AM AWARE OF THAT IT ADDS TO THE REDUNDANCY OF THE GESTURE ITLL BE FUNNY WHEN THIS FUCKING SHIT IS PUBLISHED ONE DAY ILL HAVE TO DO READINGS OF IT EVEN HOPEFULLY ILL DO A READING OF THIS PART I ALWAYS TALK ABOUT TAO LIN BC HES AN ICON OF NEW WRITING I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HE MAKES AND I DONT CARE I WOULD NOT READ HIS WRITING MY WRITING OR GODS WRITING EVEN IF YOU GAVE ME ALL THE OLD HOLLAND IN THE WORLD I AM INSPIRED BY VIOLENT IGNORANT ENGLISH AS A SECOND LANGUAGE COMMENTS IN MESSAGEBOARDS OF CAGEFIGHTING VIDS ON DARKWEB SERVERS ALTERNATIVE LITEERATURE GOLD MEDALISTS USING GENERAL SEGMENTED CULTURE AS A BRAND. COFFEE CULTURE AS A BRAND INSTEAD IF THE LOCALISM OF STARBUCKS, FOR EXAMPLE. CUBISM AS A BRAND INSTEAD OF PICASSO OR BRACHS OR LEGER, AS ITS BEEN FILTERED AND AMALGAMATED INTO AN LARGER SWEEPING ICONOGRAPHIC EPOCH. WHO CARES ABOUT JACKSON POLLOCK, WE HAVE ABSTRACT EXPRESSIONISM, THE OVERARCHING DIETY OF A PERIOD OF TIME WHICH REPLACES AND REFERENCES ALL SMALLER GESTURES UNDER ITS UMBRELLIC SHADE. WHY DO PEOPLE CARE WHEN CELEBRITIES DIE? DOES IT RESOLVE THE PROBLEM TO SCREAM OVER WILLIAM BASINSKI? SOMEONE ASKED IF I WRITE ON METH I THINK THAT IS THE BEST COMPLIMENT IVE EVER RECEIVED I CARRY A SHARPIE TO WRITE IMPORTANT THINGS DOWN  ON THE TOPSIDE METACARPALS OF MY RIGHT HAND TODAY I WAS SITTING ON THE CURB IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE STARING INTO MY PHONE THE SCREEN TURNED BLACK AND I JUST KEPT STARING N I THOUGHT IT WAS BEAUTIFUL FITTING I WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT THAT BUT I DIDNT HAVE A SHARPIE TO REMIND MYSELF ID RESOLVED THAT THE BEAUTIFUL MEMORY WOULD BE LOST FOREVER WITHOUT PERMANENTING THIS ANECDOTE ONTO THE FLESH WHEN MY FRIEND ASKED IF I WAS ON METH HE SENSED MY SPARTAN FLICKERING GOLDFISH MEMORY DESPERATION TO RECORD ITS JUST A LONG LIST OF THINGS I AM NOT WILLING TO FORGET BACKING UP MEMORIES I DONT TRUST MY BRAIN SOMETIMES SOMETHING IS BEAUTIFUL ITS A PAINTING PUT LUIS ON THE VIP LIST PUT OCTAVIO ON THE VIP LIST PUT RENE ON THE VIP LIST TODO CHILL MY NEW SOUND PIECE IS HORRIBLE IN A NON ENDEARING WAY ITLL BE BLASTING IN GHENT IN ONE WEEK IM EXCITED TO TRASH IT AND START AGAIN I CAN TELL WHEN THEY INTERACT WITH ME AT THE FABRIC STORE SOME KIND OF GODDAMN UNIFORMITY OR AT LEAST AN ADEROL PRESCRIPTION I HOPE YOU CAN DIG SOME KIND OF A THUNDER EGG OUT OF ALL THIS SEDIMENTARY ROCK AN ACTOR DIED WHO REMINDED ME OF CLASSIC ROCK SO I LISTENED TO THE WHO WHO REMIND ME OF MY DAD WHICH REMINDED ME OF MY CHIN 


LILB MR GLASSFACE
BEETHOVEN
THE OCEAN
ONEOHTRIX MOFUCKER HASTA SU NOMBRE
NOISE IS MY COLOGNEI THINK WERE ALONE NOW IN BLACK RUB POLISHED XOCHIMILCO RUINS POST NET ART INSTALLATIONS LOCALIZED BY ARTESIAN MERCHANDISING SLANTS  POWERFUL GASHED GNARLY ROTTEN ANGELIC PAINTINGS COMING LIFTED OFF THE FINGERTIPS OF MY YOUTH YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THEIR EYES ILL NEVER FORGET HOW THEIR EYES LOOKED IN 2014 PAYBACK WILL BE POSTING A YOUTUBE VIDEO OF BOB MARLEY-LEGEND *LIVE* ONTO YOUR ENEMIES WALL AND WRITING "HERES THAT VID U WERE ASKIN ABOUT ;)" YO SO R WE GUNA WEAR MATCHING OUTFITS R WUT? YES I BLOCKED U BUT ONLY TO BLOCK MY IMPULSE TO RETORT TO YOUR DAILY OUTPUT OF IDIOCY *flies in out of the blue* N WUT IS SIGNLANGUAGE FOR KROKODILE? I WOULD LIKE TO BE A SOCIAL MEDIA CLOUD THAT WARBLED IN THICK LIKE PEA SOUP AND STAYED FOREVER BLASTING NEO BEAT ERA EXPRESSIONISM LIKE ZEUSS BOLTS THAT IS MY LONGTERM BIZ PLAN UFEELME IS THIS HIGH ART OR DID U BUY IT ALL AT PIER ONE IMPORTS? IM SEARCHING FOR A REAL LOVE NOTES BCUM PIECES N PIECES BCUM NOTES THERES NO DIFF IM LISTENING TO THE BEST SONG OF 2K14 RITE NAU ON 90.9 THEY BETTER SAY WHO THE FUKK IT IS NAMAMES IM GONNA TAKE IT AND MAKE LOVE TO IT THEN THEY PUT MY BLOODY VALENTINE ON AFTER WHAT A BEAUTIFUL TRANSITION *HEART BEATS FASTER* A SONG B ITSELF IS COOL BUT TWO SONGS NEXT TO EACHOTHER OVERLAPPING INTO EACHOTHER COULD POTENTIALLY B DIVINE IF I COULD LOOK LIKE SOMETHING ID LOOK THE WAY MY BLOODY VALENTINE SOUNDS DIME WHO THE FUCK WAS PLAYING PORFIS THE BODY IS SO PASÈ I DON'T KNOW IF PAINTING IS DEAD OR NOT ALL I KNOW IS THAT PAINTING IS HARD


I AM GOING TO PLAY MILES DAVIS 4 TEENAGERS AND SHOW THEM PICTURES OF HEAVY GORGEOUS PAINTINGS BRUCE BUFFER ON THE SUBWAY SELLING CDS OF FUTUREWAVE I WEAR A HAT EVERYDAY BECAUSE I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT IM WORKING CLASS IF I SEEM ANGRY DONT BE MISTAKEN I AM CHANNELING MY HUNGER INTO A SPEAR OF DISJOINTED GESTURES THAT ALL COME SIMPLY AND DEEPLY FROM MY HEART MAYBE ONE DAY ILL BE PICKED UP BY A BIG GALLERY AND ILL HAVE PRODUCTION MONEY AND ILL STOP TALKING SO MUCH SHIT UNITL THEN MIND OF A HUSTLER HEART OF A GANGSTER TONGUE OF A PIMP IT FEELS WEIRD TO FINALLY GET A LIL PRESS AND SOME GOOD SHOWS AND A LARGER PLATFORM TO ENVISION MYSELF ON CHANGE COMES PEOPLE IN MEXICO EXPECT THAT I AM RICH BECAUSE I HAVE WHITE SKIN U SHOULD SEE MY HANDS MY NAILS ARE SCARABS MY PALMS ARE SHARKS MY KNUCKLES ARE BATS MIS PANTALONES HIPER MANCHADOS THE CROTCHES ARE ALL RIPPED AND TORN AND DISASSEMBLED AND UNWOVEN THATS WHY I WEAR HATS I NEED THEM TO KNOW THE SKY IS A VIVID PEACH AND VIOLETGREY ROTHKO PAINTING AND I DONT HAVE THE PESOS TO PRODUCE SO I AM WRITING THIS IS THE TOWER THAT IM BUILDING THESE WORDS ARE MY BABYLONIAN GARDEN THESE WORDS ARR MY SALMON NURSERY THESE WORDS ARE MY ENGLISH HEDGE MY MONOGRAPH WILL BE WRITTEN IN CHAPTERS AND BOOKS LIKE THE OLD TESTAMENT MARCAME DESDE DENMARK I DROP MY PHONE AND SPILLED BEER ON IT IN ONE BEAUTIFUL EXULTANT GESTURE


THE KIND OF DAY I EXPECT A BIRD TO SHIT ON ME IN A TAXI CAB IN SOME WEIRD CORNER OF THE CITY WITH THE SUN GOING DOWN AND EMO ROCK AND I DONT CARE WHERE I AM DEFEAT CRISP HUMBLING AMPLIFIER FEEDBACK AIR SLIPS IN FROM A YELLOW GREY CRACK WHERE THE WINDOW ONCE WAS BLACK GARBAGE BAGS TAPED TO HOLES AND COVERING OPEN ORIFICES AND NAILED TO DOORFRAMES THE SKY IS THE COLOR OF A MORANDI PAINTING CLOSE YOUR EYELIDS AND LOOK AT THE IMAGE NEON ORANGE AND PURPLE THE SKY IS THE COLOR OF A MONET PAINTING THE TOWER COMING THROUGH THE DUSK SHOCK MOURNING AFTER LOSS LOWERING THE PADDLES FROM THE COLD FOAMY LUMP I DONT CARE WHAT PEOPLE SAY ABOUT MY PAINT WORK I AM DULL TO THE OUTSIDE WORLD 1985 MIKE TYSON WITH AN EIGHTBALL OF COLD DISTANT MAIL ORDERED HI FABBED PHILOSOPHICAL SCULPTURAL MEANDERINGS CONCLUDED BY A WASP CUTTING A CHECK POST INTERNET MISSION STATEMENTS PRINTING FUNNY THINGS ON FUNNY THINGS ITS TRUE THAT JON RAFMAN HITS TOWERING HOMERUNS HE ALSO STRIKES OUT ON THOSE WHACKY BILL-PAYING BUSTS SEEING THE REFLECTING HUMANISM IN OUR PEERSS LEAKY ARMOR IS COMFORTING I AM DEEPLY FAR FROM SEAWORTHY TITANICALLY UNSEAWORTHY SINKWORTHY MONSOONED IN THE MIDDLE OF A GIANT ARRID LANDMASS WITH NO PLACE 2 C IMPRESSIONISM NO PLACE 2 C RENAISSANCE MASTERWORKS NO PLACE 2 C AB EX NO PLACE 2 C CUBISM R ROMANTIC GAY MAFIOSOD CHURCH CEILINGD CHERUBS NO  MINIMALISM OR SURREALIST BLOWHARDISM R POSTINTERNET BULLSHIT DRAPED ON OTHER BULLSHIT NO REDUNDANT HYPERREAL SEVENTIES PAINTINGS NO PROVINCIAL PROVISIONAL PUSSY PAINTINGS THERE IS NO PLACE TO C GOYA R REMBRANDT R TURNER HOW CAN THERE NOT BE A POLLACK? U CANNOT C CHINESE SCROLLS U CANNOT C JAPANESE SCREENS U CANNOT C INDIAN MANDALAS THERE WILL NEVER B GERHARD RICHTER THERE WILL NEVER B CECILY BROWN R STEVEN PARRINO R JONATHAN MEESE OR EVEN FUCKERS LIKE DOIG AND SCHNABEL AND PICASSO  U CAN ONLY C DRY BROWN MURALS A SINGLE GENERATIONS OUTPUT FROM A VERY FUCKING LONG TIME AGO THATS IT LIVING IN A COUNTRY WHERE I CANT C A VANGOGH PAINTING CAN U C A VANGOGH PAINTING?


BLOGS ABOUT NEON! VERBS AS ART! TOP-DOWN MEME INCEPTION! BETA MALES WITH MONEY! MOMS ARE CRYING IN CONVERSATIONS WITH THEIR ART CHILDREN! ART CHILDREN ARE CRYING IN CONVERSATIONS WITH THEIR MOMS! VERY VERY RICH ARTISTS ARE MAKING ANTIESTABLISHMENT WORK! MY BEDROOM SMELLS LIKE CHEMICALS! I AM WORKING ON A NEW NEON PIECE THAT SAYS "YOU ARE RICH AS FUCK!" JUST PUT IT ON YOUR TUMBLR, GODDAMNIT! I JUST HAD A FLASHBACK TO TAKING AMBIEN AND DRINKING SHITTY PINK WINE AND WATCHING THAT BLACK AND WHITE MOVIE ABOUT CIRCUS FREAKS AND WAKING UP HAVING BROKEN MANY THINGS THE LAST STEP 4 DICAPRIO IS 2 BECOME A VISUAL ARTIST IS ALL I REALLY WANT CHAMPAGNE AND A YACHT?


THE FIRST SONG FROM DUMBO THE TRAIN PUNCTUATED WITH A NUDE BRA GETTIN IT IN THE GARDEN SMOKE N SPRAY A ZEN GARDEN TAN LINES IN ARCHAEOLOGY R SO HOT RIGHT NOW TRANSGENDERED STERLING RUBY WAREHOUSES AND WAREHOUSES OF SERVERS IN INDIA SPECIFICALLY TO STORE IMPARTIAL INANE GARRULOUS DIGITAL LANGUAGE ONE HELL OF A GESTURE I WANT THAT GESTURE THE GESTURE THAT THE OWNER OF UBUWEB FAILED LAUGHABLY MISERABLY AT PULLING OFF IN A POSH CORRUPT EQUALLY GARRULOUS GALLERY IN MEXICO CITY OUTSIDE OF THE WATCHING EYE OF ANYKIND OF UPRIGHT WALKING PRESS SYSTEM ITS A SAFE SMOKEY FOGGY FORGETFUL PLACE HERE ALL DOCUMENTS ARE HIGHLY FLAMMABLE MUSIC IS LIKE A KNIFE OR MDMA IT GETS DULL THE MORE YOU USE IT CULTURE IS LIKE A KNIFE OR MDMA IT GETS DULL THE MORE YOU USE IT SPEAK TO ME FROM THERE SPEAK TO ME FROM THERE SEND YOUR MESSAGE FROM THERE WHERE YOU ARE TO HERE I AM UNDERGROUND WEARING HOT PINK SOCKS AND PREPARING TO BE FIRED FROM MY DAY JOB EVRYBOD WANG CHUNIN TONIGHT HOLD ME NOW HOLD MY HEART STAY WITH ME LAS PIERNAS DE ELENA A VERY MISSABLE IDEA THATS VERY STRONGLY WOVEN LOOMED HANGING A BEWITCHED BRAINSTORM ASSERTING ITSELF HANGING IN THE AIR AND WAITING FOR YOUR SECOND PASS TO NOTICE IT TO HIT YOU LIKE A BRICK OF TEENAGE PHILOSOPHY. ARTISTS WHO HAVE A MUSEUM SHOW AND NEVER LOOK BACK MONA LISA SMILE SETTING A BAR AND NEVER DROPPING YOUR CORPOREAL BEING BELOW SAID HIGHWATER MARK EVER AGAIN MAKING A PROMISE TO YOUR ABILITIES THAT THEY MUST KEEP EXPANDING AND HAVING CHILDREN AND FINDING NEW WAYS TO BARE THE WEIGHT OF A FUTURE DYNASTY HAPPENING NOW A SEVEN O CLOCK EVENING LOTUS IN A RECTANGULAR SHALLOW POOL BLOSSOMING OVER AND OVER EVER MORE TRANSFORMATIVE SOMEHOW CAN YOU EXPAND THE VIDEO? FUCK MY GIRLFRIENDS WORK MAKES ME FEEL AMATEUR. OR JUST AN IRRELEVANT PROFESSIONAL THAT WILL GET RICH OFF OF PRODUCING OBJECTS BUT WILL NEVER MOVE YOU THE WAY I WATCH DISNEY MOVIES IS INFORMED BY PHOTOSHOP ITS GRIZZLY COLD AND MY BABY IS MAKING GREAT WORK AND AS AN ATHLETE THAT FUX W ME AMERICAN BREAKFAST IS THE BEST BREAKFAST BAR NONE LOSING WEIGHT 4 UR ART SHOW IS THE NEW LOSING WEIGHT 4 UR WEDDING AGGREGATE AGGREGATE ANIME IS ART ON ITS OWN BUT ANIME IN FINE ART IS NEITHER KEEP IT ISOLATED TO YOUR PORTFOLIO UPLOADED TO DEVIANTART DID OR DID NOT THE OWNER OF THE CORNER STORE GET FUCKED TO SLEEP LAST NIGHT I WANT TO TALK LIKE ANDY WARHOL 4 REAL REAL TALK HAVE U EXAMINED UR BODY COMPOSITION PRIOR 2 THE UPCOMING ART FAIR SEASON ? ? ?


THERE HAS NEVER BEEN MORE JUSTIFICATION 4 AGEISM THAN NOW


SIMULACRA NEXT DECADE NICK NOLTE I DIE AND U PLAY MY SOUND PIECES AT THE FUNERAL WITHOUT A SUBWOOFER AND I HAUNT THE FUCK OUT OF U GABRIEL OROZCO THROWS A BOOMERANG SHOUTOUTS FRANCE I C U I DONT SPEAK ENGLISHI DO SPEAK INTERNATIONAL ART ENGLISH I HOPE U DO 2 WE COULD SPEAK 2 EACHOTHER TALK TO ME IN IAE TALK IAE 2 ME IN THE UAE IAE IN GIVENCHY NO MAMES IS A HOT SHOW TITLE IM GUN HAVE TA IMPORT A TON OF BLONDE SCANDO ARTUSTS SO IT IS A COMPLETELY DETACHED SIMULACRA OF MEXICAN CULTURE THAT WAS LEARND DURING CONAN OBRIENS INTERVIEW W DIEGO LUNA THANKS BUT NO THANKS TO THE DOLDRUM INSTITUTIONAL WATERCOOLING SESSION NEOHIPPY DELETES FACEBOOK ACCOUNT FOOTPRINT NOW ONLY EXISTS AS A PAGE WITH SIXTYONE LIKES A TWENTYSOMETHING LAWYER OPENS THE INVITE AND DOESNT UNDERSTAND WUT SHES SEEING IN A LAST DITCH BLAZE OF MEDIOCRITY PAINT THE WALLS MIDDLE GREY AND MOUNT GEOMETRIC FLUORESCENT LIGHT FORMATIONS ON THE CEILING ABSOLUTELY NO ONE WILL B STIMULATED ABSOLUTELY EVERY ONE WILL YAWN FEMINISM IS POSITIVE EMPOWERING AND EXPANSIVE MASCULISM IS NEGATIVE OPPRESSIVE AND CORROSIVE ? PSYCHOTHERAPISTS W ADVANCED DOCTORATES IN WEB THEORY AND MULTIPLE SKYPE ACCOUNTS PERHAPS U ARENT GETTING THE ONLINE RESULTS THAT UR ID FEELS U DESERVE NONSTOP PRODUCTION NONSTOP PRODUCTION NONSTOP PRODUCTION WHAT DOES SHE MAKE? NOTHING! MATTE BLACK BATMAN MATTE BLACK HEADPHONE WIRE TWISTED OUT OF A PEACOAT JACKET WITH TROPICAL INTERIOR LINING EEL FLAT FOLDING LIKE HALF COOKED FETTUCINI A SINISTER NEW YORK ASSUMPTION ARTISTS WHO MODEL THEIR INDUSTRY PERSONAS AFTER CATS THAT ONE NINETIES SONG UR FINGERS LOOK LIKE CROCODILE SKIN SUPER WHITE W TIFFANYS BRACELETS THE KIND OF WHITE GIRLS THAT LIKE THAT SONG I DONT CARE AND WATCH GIRLS N GET JACKED UP 2 GIRLS LIKE I GET JACKED UP 2 WATCHING ULTIMATE FIGHTING CHAMPIONSHIP N THEY SIT N THE VIP N WHEN RIHANNA COMES ON THE SCREAM N GET UP 2 DANCE THOSE KIND OF GIRLS SHOUTOUTS 2 PEOPLE WHO DEDICATE THEIR LIVES 2 PHOTOREALISM KISS HAYSTACK ROCK 4 ME KISS AGATE BEACH 4 ME KISS HIGHSCHOOL PARTIES IN GEARHART 4 ME DRINK THE OCEAN 4 ME WHILE I EAT TIGER AND LION MEAT KISS THE OCEAN 4 ME HER GHOST-WRITER GHOST-WROTE THE SHIT OUT OF THAT ESSAY PHOTOSHOP ME FROM 1997 DANCES W SALINE SILICON TEARS LET ME HANG ABOVE YOUR ANCIENT CEDAR CRITIQUE ME FROM BEHIND THE CLOSED DOORS OF YOUR PRIVATE SOCIAL AGGREGATE  I USED 2 HANG OUT ON CHRISTPHERWOOLS WEBSITE ALL DAY

ephemeral haiku via tweet (meek, undercase)


IF IT WERENT FOR HAVING RANDOMLYBOYCOTTED THE WHITNEY MUSEUM I STILL WOULDNT MEET YOU IN THE WHITNEY MUSEUM CAFETERIA 4 A COFFEE B4 THE LECTURE


IVE SPENT THE MORNING CHOPPING AND SCREWING A 7MINUTE HQ TRACK OF THE PACIFIC OCEAN BUT THERE COMES TO B NO CACOPHONY OF SOUND AT 5/8 U DO NOT GATHER INFORMATION AS TIME MOVES FORWARD IT IS JUST GREY LIGHT GREY MORNING GREY I DONT KNOW IF THATS GOOD R BAD I PUT DRAKE OVER THE TOP AND SMIRKED TO MYSELF PLEASED BY THE COMBINATION BUT I ALSO REJECT THE CYNICAL FLAT NÜNESS OF HIS BRAND AND FELT AS THOUGH ETHICALLY I COULDNT EXPORT THE FILE I DONT MIND LISTENING TO HIM IN THE PRIVACY OF MY EARBUDS BUT I WOULD NEVER WANNA PROPAGATE HIS MUSIC N I FEEL THE SAME WAY ABOUT VERY VERY HARD DRUGS


I DO NOT WANT TO LEARN GERMAN


A PICTURE OF MARINA ABRAMOVIC CRYING TITLED "SELF LOATHING" DARK TRANCE ELECTRONIC BAVARIAN FOREST COMIN OUT NEW HEADPHONES SKULLED OUT GUTS DUG OUT DRUG OUT LIZARD BRAIN BRAIN FLEXED UP BROTHA LYNCH HUNG HUNG OUT DUMPED OUT LET OUT THE DROUGHT CHOPPED DOWN CHOPPED OUT WITH THE CHOPPS OUT W THE TOP OFF POP OFF W THE MOTHS OUT IM ON THE HIGHLAND OF SCOTLAND LOOKIN 4 UR WEBSITE BROWSING SEARCH RESULTS PUNKMOFUCKUH CONGRATS ON MAKING THOSE OLD LOOKING THINGS I HAD 2 UNFOLLOW MY HOROSCOPE I DONT WANNA KNO WUTS GONA HAPPEN A JESUS BABY U WULD DIE N NATURE EMASCULATED LIKE PACIFIC OCEAN SHRINKAGE SCIENCE YELLS TO US THAT THE OCEAN IS GODS SEMEN I AM STUCK IN MEXICO CITY BUT WE R GENERATING A FUKKLOAD OF MOVEMENT SO NOTHING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT ENVISION INVESTING ENVISION INVERSION INVITE INVERSE VERSION A 7 MINUTE LOOP OF THE PACIFIC OCEAN ALL CUT UP N BEAUTIFUL MY TIME DRY LEAVES FALLING INTO A COFFEE POT OUT OF CONTROL SENTIMENTS STRESS GAMBLED BEER BEARD RUMPLED U2 LIVESTREAM CRANBERRY BIOFUEL


WRITE UR PHD THESIS ON BAD CHOP N SCREW A SIMULACRA OF A SIMULACRA IT DUSTS OFF THE COBWEBS REMEMBER THAT SHIT U USED 2 FUKK W B4 U BECAME A 100% DYSFUNCTIONAL ARTIST NERD AND STARTED HANGING W OTHER PURE NERDS TAKE ME 2 THE WAREHOUSE PARTY WHERE AMATEUR C&S MOZART SLAPPS VIOLENTLY OUT OF THE MOLDY DARKNESS WACK HORRIBLE INCONSISTENT UGLY NIGHTMARISH GODLIKE SOUND QUALITY, BUT THAT ISNT GUNA HAPPEN BC IT LOOKS U NEED2 HEAR HI FAB FORMULAS LIKE RIHANNA TO GET AMPED UP. PLIIS PROVE ME WRONG I WOULD SELL MY SOUL 2 MARINA ABRAMOVIC 2 B ABLE 2 MAKE SOUNDS LIKE THIS MICHAEL JORDAN SAILING THROUGH THE AIR AS SLOW MOTION CAMERAS WRAP AROUND HIM PAPARAZZI LIGHTBULBS BLOWING OFF IN SLOWWW IRRATIONAL REPETITION. NOT SURE Y THIS HITS ME SO HARD RITE NOW. OH YEAH BECUZ MEXICO CITY IS ON THE HARD COME UP AND THIS REMINDS ME. A MEMORY. WHITE MARBLE ECHOES W PARTICULATE CRAWLING THROUGH THE STREAMING SUNLIGHT. CHURCH—U KNO—BEAUTY I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THIS COMES FROM BUT I AM POSITIVE THAT ITS NOT REALLY FROM 1993 I AM POSITIVE THAT ALIENS FROM THE FUTURE IMPLANTED IT INTO YOUTUBE PRESENT THINK ABOUT HOW COOL U WOULD B 2DAY HAD U KNOWN ABOUT THIS SHIT IN ’93 I AM JUST NOT WILLING TO BELIEVE IT THE SHIT IS HARD AS BODEGA BREAD HAVE U SEEN THOSE REGENERATIVE HYPERBARIC TOMBS IN SCIENCE FICTION MOVIES THAT REGROW LIMBS? THIS

*THROWS A BUCKET OF COLD WATER ON THIS CONVERSATION FROM A SECOND STORY WINDOW*

SIMPLE MINDS LIKE MINE JUST WANT 2 MAKE SHIT 2 FIGURE OUT THE EXTENT OF THEIR SIMPLICITY LET SLEEPING DOGS LAY I WENT TO ACAPULCO TO ENJOY THE OCEAN BUT THE COSTCO WAS SHUT DOWN IT FLOODED SO I DIDNT ENJOY THE OCEAN IMAGES WHEAT PASTED ONTO OBJECTS WITH ELMERS AND COFFEE THE KHAKI PANTS, THE GODINEZ SHIRT, PILLOWS TIED IN TWINE NO PUEDO ANDAR CON MIEDO COMO USTEDES DEF. SAW THEM KISSING ON THE STEPS OF METRO OBSERVATORIO EN EL ULTIMO VAGON LO JURO I JUDGE OLD PEOPLE I JUDGE CONSERVATIVE COLLECTORS WHERES THE THRILL THE THRILL IS GONE I POP VIAGRA 2 BUY MODERNIST ART SHARP AS A NAIL STIFF AS A BOARD OLD IDEAS GET ME STIFF THE OLDER THE STIFFER THE MOST IRRELEVANT THE STIFFEST TALK DIRTY ABOUT ART TO ART TALK DIRTY ABOUT ARTISTS TO ARTISTS I CANNOT ARTICULATE HOW AROUSING I FIND BRUTALIST HARD EDGES PAIRED W CONCRETE AND RUSTIC WOOD TO BELEONARDO DICAPRIO @ ART FAIRS SHOPPING 4 NEON NEVER FORGET THOSE BARS WITH CHALKBOARD WALLS COVERED WITH NEON LISTS FULL OF MILLIONS OF VERY DUMB GIRLS FROM TEXAS ALL THE DUMBEST GIRLS FROM TEXAS HEAVEN IS A MERE CONVENIENCE HEAVEN IS A GOOD PAIR OF FIVE DOLLAR SUNGLASSES FRWRDS R BKWRDS SHOULD B FLIPPED UPSIDEDOWN SLWR TURN THNGS INSIDE OUT ODE 2 ME LIKE A BANSHEE ODIO O.D. ODES ODE 2 ODIN O.D. 4 ODIN ODIO ODIN ODES ENERGY ENERGY. MOMENTUM FINANCIAL FREEDOM MANIFESTATION OF IDEAS. A REASON TO LIVE FEELING ASSERTIVE AND THEN ACTING ASSERTIVELY LEARNING HAVE SOMETHING 2 FIGHT FOR HAVING FUN IN MY SHORT SHITTY COMPLAINABLE LIFE. DEFINING LIMITS OVR N OVR ENTERTAINMENT NOT IN ANY PARTICULAR ORDER INTANGIBLE THINGS THAT I COULDNT POSSIBLY B AWARE OF ONE CRICKET CHIRP JUST ONE AND THEN BEING LEFT WITH THE FEELING THAT YOU IMAGINED IT


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OBSEQUIOUS HAIR GAME SHARPEN UR PECKS FOR THE ART FAIR GET UR TIT DEFINITION UP STEP UP YOUR PECK GAME CANT TALK IM DEFINING MY PECTORALIS MAJORIS PUT UR CELLPHONE ON THE PORCELAIN LID OF YOUR TOILET TO REFLECT OUR COLLECTIVE EMOTION SO MANY DIPS SO LITTLE TIME THE WORDS ARE ART WORDS CANT U TELL THEY ARE NOT POETRY WORDS THEY ARE NOT MUSIC WORDS THEY ARE ART WORDS PERVERSE PONDEROSA PINETREE PAINTINGS PURE FALLIC NORTHWEST WILDCOCK WILDWORKS NETA A GANG OF GRAMMATICAL ERRORS HOW DO YOU LIKE MY SLIGHT WESTCOAST SPEECH IMPEDIMENTED PRONUNCIATION FIJATE WEY SHOUTOUTS TO A  ROTTEN ROTTERDAM RAMSHACKLE TURN UP THE VOLUME YALL REMIX THIS CHOP THIS LISTEN TO THIS LOUD ARROGANT BASTARDIZED ENGLISH HOWS THE REST OF THE ART IN THE SHOW WHO CARES I IMAGINE MODERN DAY ROTTERDAM TO LOOK LIKE A VAMPIRE MOVIE WILL THEY SAY LISTEN TO THIS IGNORANT AMERICAN WHO DIDNT READ ENOUGH OF KANTS BIBLIOGRAPHY SILLY STUPID FAT AMERICAN *SMUG EUROPEAN GIGGLE* WILL THEY TURN DOWN THE SPEAKERS AND REPLACE THIS ARTPIECE WITH OLD DAFT PUNK OR SOME SOUTH AFRICAN TECHNO JAMZ JAJAJA MAN, I AM IGNORANT TAKE ADVANTAGE YALL SOAK UP ALL THE GOVERNMENT MONEY N COME VISIT ME IN MEXICO WHEN THE FROST COMES I WATCHED A BRITTLE YELLOW BROWN DECIDUOUS LEAF SLIDE GINGERLY DOWN THE WINDSHIELD OF A SUZUKI SHARPEN UR PECKS N UR PENCILS RETWEET URSELF FURIOUSLY LANA DEL REY FREELY ACCEPTING GANGBANG SCENARIOS IN NAZI GERMANY 2 BLACK GARBAGE CANS TOUCHING EACHOTHER STUFFED IN THE CORNER UNDER AN OUTDOOR STAIRWELL FULL OF CARDBOARD THERE IS ART EVERYWHERE A BLACK BICYCLE CHAINED TWO A METAL POST BY ITS FRONT WHEEL IN FRONT OF A STARBUCKS A POLISHED MARASCHINO RED MOTORCYCLE WITH A PETFOOD BRAND DECALED TO ITS GASTANK A VERY STRONG POSSIBILITY FOR A PHOTO-OP BRING YOUR PERRIER BOTTLE SITTING ON A CURB SMOKING A CIGARETTE UNDER THE BLANKET OF DARKNESS LISTENING TO LANA DEL REY #PERFORMANCE AN EMPTY SUBWAY TRAIN PULLS THROUGH THE STATION AN EKG A MAN CARRYING A LAMINATED CARDSTOCK CHESSBOARD UNDER HIS ARM PUTTING YOUR WALLET IN YOUR FRONT PANTS POCKET AND GETTING READY TO FIGHT A NERD HOLDING A BABY WITH PUNK SPIKES RIVETED TO HIS HAT WRITING IS SO DAMN EASY 


ITS OUR TIME RIGHT NOW ITS NOBODY ELSES TIME ITS BEEN TIME FOR US U DIDNT WANT IT ENOUGH U DIDNT WANT IT I DONT CARE IF ITS GOOD OR BAD BITCH I DONT CARE THIS YOUNG MAN CANT WAIT ANYMORE THIS YOUNG MAN CANNOT FIND A SINGLE SIGN IN THE WHOLE GODDAMN UNIVERSE THAT SAYS HOLD UP THIS YOUNG MAN IS GONNA TAKE WHAT HE WANTS AND NOBODY CAN STOP IT NOONE CAN KNOCK HARDER RIGHT NOW ITS A FAMILY MOVEMENT DID U EVER GO TO AN ART FAIR THAT WAS A FAMILY THAT WAS A GANG DID YOU EVER SEE PEOPLE TAKE IT LIKE THAT AY K DISFRUTAR UR NEVER GONA SEE THIS AGAIN THIS IS THE ONLY PLACE LIKE THIS IN THE WORLD THIS IS THE ONLY TIME AND PLACE THIS HAS EVER HAPPENED IN THE WORLD HAH HAH! WERE ELATED WE FEEL LIKE ANGELS CAN YOU HEAR IT? CAN YOU FEEL IT? DO U FEEL THAT FEELING IN UR BODY U THINK MAYBE ITS ANXIETY OR WHATEVER NOPE NOPE ITS THE JUICE. MOMENTUM. ITS WHAT WE HAVE THAT THEY CANT HAVE THAT THEYVE NEVER HAD AND THAT THEY WILL NEVER EVER HAVE THEIR WINDOW IS CLOSING LIKE SMOKE ON THE MORNING WATER. NOW ITS THE AFTERNOON. DO U SEE THE BIRDS SOARING UR TIME IS GONE IT WAS BEAUTIFUL ITS US NOW THO POR FIN THANK YOU


A PLACE EITHER REJECTS YOU OR SUCKS YOU UP INTO ITSELF TO NOURISH THE ROOTS OF THE GARDEN OF THE PLACE I SEE A GIRL READING A PAPERBACK VERSION OF HARUKI MURAKAMIS 1Q84 ITS SPINE IS 4 INCHES THICK I WONDER HOW MANY WORDS AND IDEAS ARE CONTAINED WITHIN THOSE 4 COMPRESSED INCHES OF PAPER HOW MANY HOURS WOULD IT TAKE TO READ A  BOOK LIKE THAT HUNDREDS THOUSANDS A LITTLE GIRL PASES ME A BRIGHT YELLOW NOTE TO READ A SILENT PASSIVE ROBBERY SHE HAS A HANDFUL OF THEM WALKING 10 YARDS WITH MY POINTER AND INDEX FINGERS PUSHED GENTLY TWO INCHES INTO THE CARPETY FOREHEAD OF A NEWLY TRIMMED HEDGE ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD I LOOKED UP TO SEE AN OPENDOORED SPORTUTILITYVEHICLE ASKEW ACROSS THE SIDEWALK WITH 5 OVERWEIGHT MIDDLEAGED HUMANS CONGREGATING AROUND IT IN FRONT OF AN EXPENSIVE PRICEPOINTED STEAKHOUSE NEAR TO THE POMPOSITY OF SALA CIQUEROS A FRESHLY MUDDAUBED CONCRETE TRENCH DRYING IN THE WANING GONE SUNLIGHT MY BUZZING FIVEDOLLAR HEADPHONES ARE GIVING ME AN EXTREME HEADACHE I AM VERY DISTRACTED AND HIGHLY MUGGABLE I AM GOING TO GIVE A BAD HEADPHONE EFFECT TO THIS SOUND AND ITS GOING TO GIVE YOU AN EXTREME HEADACHE TOO YOU MIGHT AS WELL BE HERE WITH ME WALKING UP SMOKY HONKING INSURGENTES WE CAN LISTEN TOGETHER ILL GIVE YOU MY LEFT EARBUD PEÑA NIETO IN VALLE DE BRAVO ORDERING A GRANDE MOCHA FRAPPUCINO HOPEFULLY ALL THIS TALKING THE TALK WILL FORCE ME TO WALK THE WALK I FOUND A CATERPILLAR IN THE BOTTOM OF MY BACKPACK HOW CAN I INFLATE MY MARKET I DONT EVEN HAVE A MARKET I ALSO CANNOT BURN BRIDGES IM JUST NOW ESTABLISHING BRIDGES MY BRIDGEBUILDING COMPANY JUST GOT ITS PERMIT A FRIEND OF A FRIEND WHO LIKES MY WORK SAID SHES SCARED OF ME WHAT IS THERE TO BE SCARED OF THAT I USE CAPS LOCKS I AM NOT A PAGAN CONQUEROR THIS WILL SOUND  A BIT IGNORANT BUT IF I WERE IN JAIL I COULD MAKE SUCH GOOD PAINTINGS I COULD BE THE VERMEER OF PRISON PAINTING A PERSON SAID THIS WORK REMINDS THEM OF GINSBERG NEVER IN MY WILDEST DREAMS DO I DESERVE THAT COMPARISON I AM JUST A CONFUSED KID THAT OVERPRODUCES UNDERTHOUGHT GESTURES AND NOW THAT MY CAREER IS TURNING INTO SOMETHING IM GETTING REALLY SCARED IVE BEEN TRYING TO FIGURE MYSELF OUT FOR SO LONG DOES THIS INDICATE THAT IVE FOUND SOMETHING AND WHATSMORE SOMETHING REDEEMABLE I BEG TO DIFFER YALL BUT I DID READ HOWL WHEN I WAS 17 OR 18 AND IT WAS ONE OF THE FIRST THINGS THAT EVERY REALLY SPOKE TO ME SO SHOUTOUTS HOWL AND IF THAT CAN PAY HOMAGE LET IT PAY HOMAGE THE WINTER WEATHER IS COLD AS FUCK AND IM WEARING NEW FLIPFLOPS WITH AN AIRPATCH IN THE SOLE KOREAN MOMS ARE FLOCKING BROOKLYN MEXICO MEXICO MEXICO MEXICO DETROIT? WARSAW? MEXICO MEXICO PARIS I TOLD MY FRIEND TO COPY GERHARD RICHTERS ATLAS AND WOLFGANG TILLMANSS PHOTO INSTALLS N IF HE DOESNT I WILL. THE TMZ TAB THE DATELINE TAB THE ESPN TAB THE CONTEMPORARYARTDAILY TAB THE NEW YORKER TAB THOSE R ALL THE TABS PLUS SOME TABS OF SHITTY ARTISTS WEBSITES WHATEVER MY PHILOSOPHY FRIEND WITH A SPECULATIVE DEGREE IN INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS SAYS ALL THESE GESTURES INCLUDING THIS ONE SPECIFICALLY THIS ONE SPECIFICALLY ARE WORTHLESS MEMES I TOLD HIM HE SHOULD WORK IN ART HE SAID HE WANTS TO MAYBE IM HAVING SUCCESS IM ALMOST LIFTING MYSELF OFF THE DIRTY FUCKING GUM SPIT COVERED SOCIAL FLOOR THAT IVE BE STUCK TO FOR FIVE YEARS ITS SCARY AND VERY ABSTRACT JUST KEEP GETTING LOST IN NEW PLACES CO-CURATE YOUR BOOTH FROM THE MONGOLIAN STEPPE I WANT TO BE ONE OF THOSE SUNGLASSES PEOPLE BUT I JUST CANT


Maximal. I always wanted to make paintings that talked about who that painting was referencing or copying and how bad i am at painting or lackluster or how hard painting is or how complex or simple. This is one way to approach that dialogue


THE OTHER DAY I WAS GOING DOWN ON MY GIRLFRIEND I SAID JEEZ U GOT A BIG PUSSY JEEZ U GOT A BIG PUSSY SHE SAID WHYD U SAY THAT TWICE I SAID I DIDNT ROOTBEER HAS THE WORST PR PROGRAM OF ALL SOFT DRINKS ALL 1980S SUPER MACHO CONTRA COLD WAR BIG GUN COCK VEIN RAMBO ROCKY PREDATOR MOVIES TALK ABOUT EXPENDABILITY PREDATOR IS THE ONLY DVD I HAVE BOUGHT IN MY LIFETIME AND AN EAZY E CD AND A BONETHUGZ N HARMONY CD AND THATS IT ARNOLD 4 PREZ THE FORMER GOVERNOR OF THE STATE OF MINNESOTA CALLS HIS ARMY TEAM "A BUNCH OF SLACKJAWED FAGGOTS" FOR NOT CHEWING TOBACCO HE SAYS HE FEELS LIKE SEXUAL TYRANNOSAUR PREDATOR OPENS UP HIS THORAX WITH A HOT LAZER DO U REMEMBER COMMANDO DO U REMEMBER ROCKY 4 DO U REMEMBER THAT SCENE WHERE HIS FACE IS BLACK AS STEEL AND HE SNAPS A RAZOR ON HIS FACE IN THE HOT LEAFED MISTY JUNGLE R THESE PIECES ABOUT NINETIES NOSTALGIA I HOPE NOT TOO MUCH I HATE THAT ABOUT MY GENERATIONS OUTPUT A MOUTH FULL OF STINKIN CHAW ITS HOT GREEN BLOOD SPILLING ALL OVER THE LEAVES EL DIABLO CAZADOR DE LOS HOMBRES I AM WATCHING MANUEL SOLANOS NEW PIECE THIS GIANT AGGREGATE OF CONTENT ALL THE CHUNKS OF MARINE FLESH DRIFTING ALL THE BULLETS EMPTIED INTO THE JUNGLE ITS AN ANTI TED TALK I AINT ON NO TENURE TRACK IM FUKKED A NIACIN PUMPED SEVERED ARM GRIPPING AN AK47 LETTING OFF ROUNDS INTO THE VASTNESS OF THE LEAVES ON THE ROTTEN JUNGLE FLOOR OF PANAMA SHROUDED IN DRY MUD I SAW IGUANAS DIVE FROM PALM TREES GALLERISTS THAT LOOK LIKE PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE ANIME BETA NEMESES I C UR S&M BASEMENT N I RAISE U THE MEXICAN ART WORLD IS PROVIDING COCAINE DEMAND I DONT TALK ON THE TELEPHONE I DONT GO TO TEXAS I DONT GO TO THE WHITNEY I DONT GO TO SOMA I DONT GO TO ILLUSTRATION OR POLITICAL ART SHOWS OR WATCH VIDEOS IN DARK CURTAINED OFF ROOMS OR LISTEN TO SOUND PIECES IN HEADPHONES OR READ OLDSTYLE LONGHAND VICTORIAN GRADUATESCHOOLTHESES ON BULLSHIT THE BIANNUAL 12 TRACK STUDIO MASTERED POST PRODUCED ALBUM PUSHED ME TO DO THIS A SPAM BOT ON TWITTER WITH RED CUP PARTY PICS COMMANDO AS THE BACKGROUND SOUND 2 UR DINNER PARTY W ART BUYERS DONT PUT ON AMBIENT MUSIC WHEN UR TRYIN 2 CATALYZE CREATIVITY PUT ON 80S N 90S ACTION FLIX ROCKY4 WORKS 4 ME AND THE SCENE WHERE HE TRAINS IN THE SNOWY WOODS IS FUCXING INSPIRATION BETTER THAN A BALDESSARI RETROSPECTIVE 4 SURE ALSO U CAN TELL IF AN ARTIST IS GOOD WHEN U C THEM IN REAL SPACE WHEN U C AN ARTIST MOVING IN REAL SPACE U CAN TELL IF THEY HAVE IT R NOT STR8 UP YES R NO TRICK READ THAT SHIT A JERSEY ACCENT R ELSE IT SHOWS ALOT OF RESTRAINT ONLY MOMS SAY POT THATS A VERY #RELEVANT QUESTION THAT WAS THE ONLY INTERESTING SELFIE IN THE HISTORY OF ART THINK FAST EAT FAST MAKE FAST TAKE FAST CUM FAST LIVE FAST DIE FAST THINK SLOW EAT SLOW MAKE SLOW TAKE SLOW CUM SLOW LIVE SLOW DIE SLOW? THERES NOT NEARLY ENOUGH MURDER IN ART THE WAY U FAVORITE ME MAKES BEAUTIFUL HAIKUS WHITE TRASH W LIBERAL ARTS DEGREE SO BLAH THAT IT GIVES ME THE SAME FEELING AS VISITING UR 2ND COUSINS COLORFUL THINGS TITS IN THE JUNGLE PECS IN THE JUNGLE THAT WEIRD PIANO MUSIC THAT THEY PLAY IN 1800S THEMED WESTERN BAR SCENES I TOOK A PILL TO WRITE LIKE THIS I TOOK A PILL TO THINK LIKE THIS LET UR GESTURE SCREAM A LONG PANNING SCREAMING GESTURE FROM A SOVIET HILLSIDE CRAG ON THE VEERRRYY EDGE OF A WIFI CLOUD EEKING OUT A BAR WIGGLING UR TECH AROUND TO IMPROVE THE SITCH <- SOMETIMES I REMEMBER IM LOOSELY WORKING BUILDING TOWARDS SOMETHING BIGGER TOWARDS SOME BIGGER OBJECTIVE AND I FEEL BARBAROUSLY INCOMPETENT REALIZING THAT I JUST WROTE AN UNDERWHELMING ABRIDGED DESCRIPTION OF A REDUNDANT EXPERIENCE BADLY FRAMED WITH NO CONTEXT OTHER THAN THAT MY WRITING ITALICIZED "QUOTE UNQUOTE" CONSISTS OF ONE HUNDRED PERCENT FILLER AND NOTHING URGENT IMPORTANT HEAVY BRILLIANT OR IMMEDIATELY LEGITIMATELY JUSTIFIABLE OR  REVELATORY WHICH DRONES ON AND IN CREATING SUCH A FREQUENT ALMOST COMFORTABLE RAMBLING IN ITS MEDIOCRITY THAT IT WORKS A RUSTED DENTED CAR BLARING EXHAUST INTO THE STREET MUSTERING SLOWLY ALONG A WOODEN ROLLERCOASTER HURTING ITS RIDERS DELIVERING THEM THRU THE TURNSTILE I FORGOT WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT NEW INQUIRY NEW STATESMAN NEW CRITERION NEW ART CENTER NEW MUSEUM NEW MEXICO NEW TESTAMENT OLD HAT PUNK PATCHES STITCHED ONTO WOOL PONCHOS GRAINY VIOLIN CAR LINES 2 FAST 2 FURIOUS STRAIGHT GAMBLIN ASPHALTUM SHADOWED SUN TANNED CURBS SPUTTERING CARB SILICONE ABSTRACT EXPRESSIONISM FLATTENED ONTO VERTICAL STEEL GIRDERS PINCHE TAXI RUINS SUCCULENTS OFFENSES TRANSCRIPTIONS ALLERGIES NEW ALAN GINSBERGS 40/60?50/50? 30/70? I WANT TO CARE THAT BUILDING WITH 80 FOOT POLICE BANNERS COVERING IT I DONT SEE THE BIG DEAL WITH KATARINE GROSSE I DONT SEE WHAT U R SEEING LG STANDS FOR LIFES GOOD AND THEY SELL TECHNOLOGY FOR MISSILES DRIVEBYING IMPRESSIONISTIC STILL LIVES ON DIA DE REYES


LEMME GET FIVE BILLS YA PUNK RAYMOND PETTIBONE SYMPATHIZER


YOU DONT TELL ME I TELL YOU KINETIC SIGNATURE LOOK WHATEVER SHIT U MAKE MAKE A TON OF IT IT LOOKS IMPRESSIVE WORLD WAR 2 WAS BEAUTIFUL THE CIVIL WAR WAS BEAUTIFUL WILL WWIII B BEAUTIFUL 2 4 3 KIWIS I WISH KUNG FU MOVIES WERENT SO ROMANTIC A TONY JAA FLYING KNEE GODS FATHER GODS MASTER GODS DOG GODS GOD GODS GODS DOG GODS GODS DOGS GODS DOG OCEAN WAVES CHOPPED AND SCREWED BIRDS CHIPS CHOPPED AND SCREWED CRICKETS CHOPPED AND SCREWED WATERFALLS CHOPPED AND SCREWED LAUGHING CHILDREN CHOPPED AND SCREWED LIONS ROARS CHOPPED AND SCREWED REVVING ENGINES CHOPPED AND SCREWED THE CROWD CHEERING CHOPPEDNSCREWED SCROLLING SHIFTING OPENING CLOSING OVEREXPOSING HYPEROVEREXPOSING KILLING THE INTEGRITY OF THE REAL OBJECT THERE IS NO REAL OBJECT BURNING OUT THE TITANIUM FIELD THE DIAMOND WHITE GROUNDED FIELD BLAZING WHITE REFLECTING THE SUN COMBUSTING THROATY GUTTERY LIVERPOOL GANGSTERSHIT ASSIMILATING BACK INTO THE FLAT WHITE EVERYCOLORED INFINITE TWINKLING STARLIGHT SNOWFIELD PITCH WHITE WHITER THAN DEATH WHITER THAN THE NOTHINGNESS OF THE NON UNIVERSE WHITER THAN THE HOT WHITE NOTHINGNESS FLYING OFF THE PAGES OF HEIDEGGER HYPER WHITE ALL EVERYTHING SUPER NOTHING WHITE BLANK NEVER ALIVE NOTHING I HAVENT BEEN OUTSIDE OF THIS COLD MARBLE HARD ELEGANT HOUSE IN TOO LONG SO HOW COULD I POSSIBLY WRITE ANYTHING DEEPLY ATLANTIC FROZEN LIKE DEEP BONE COLD TWOMILLION YEAR COLD MISSOULA COLD THE CENTER OF PLUTO COLD FIRST WINTER IN NEW YORK COLD THE PILGRIMS IN A NEW LAND COLD FUCKING COLD ABSOLUTELY FREEZING ABSOLUTE ZERO THE TEMPERATURE OF THE FRONT LINE OF THE EXPANDING UNIVERSE FUCKING REDUNDANT LANGUAGE ATTENUATED LINES OF WORDS SPUTTERING FORWARD OUT OF AN EXHAUST PIPE RATIONALLY OVER A FISSURED SURFACE OF POTENTIALLY CONCEPTUAL NOSTALGIC MUSICAL SELECTIONS DRAPING THE AMBIENCE WITH MEASURES TO STIMULATE YOUR FAILING ATTENTION SPAN AND MY OWN HORRIBLY STUBBORN BLIND LOYAL DISDAIN TOWARDS THINGS MADE BY MY COMPETITORS YOU WANNA KNOW WHATS INSANE THE IDEA OF NO COMPETITORS IN ART IS INSANE SALVADOR DALI VS ANDRE BRETON YO I BET A BUNCH OF PEOPLE HATED ON THAT GERMAN DUDE IN THE ROOM WITH A COYOTE ALSO THAT 90S COUPLE GOT HATED ON U KNOW THAT WHITE DUDE THAT MADE THE ANDY WARHOL SCULPTURE IN UNION SQUARE ROB PRUITT I LOVED THAT SHOW ABOUT BLACK CULTURE THEY SAY IT GOT HIM BLACK LISTED ITS HARD TO UNDERSTAND THE PARTICULARITIES THEY SAY HE BROKE UP W HIS BOYFRIEND WHO DROPPED OUT OF THE ARTWORLD ALTOGETHER DOES THAT JUST MEAN HE MOVED FROM NEW YORK R HE GOT TIRED OF SMILING AT AND LYING TO PEOPLE HE DIDNT WANNA INTERACT WITH WORD UP WHAT A FILTHY FUCKING BUSINESS MY FRIENDS ARE WEARING SUITS WITH POCKET SQUARES ON FACEBOOK AND BUYING HOUSES WITH DOGS IN DEEP SOUTHWESTERN HILLS OF PORTLAND OREGON AND I CANT AFFORD TO BUY CHILDRENS FINGERPAINTS IN MEXICO J A J A J A J A E-CIGARETTES GOT BANNED IN PUBLIC HOW AM I GOING 2 SEPARATE MYSELF N PARTY PIX THIS DOESNT BODE WELL 4 FUTURE MONOGRAPHS N ARTFORUM DIARY THE PHOTOGRAPHER OF WHICH HAS A MAJOR BONE TO PICK DID U NOTICE THEY *ONLY* POST UNFLATTERING PICTURES OF PEOPLE WOULD THEY DESCRIBE AS HONEST A VERY ANGRY NERD IN THE 1990S PUBLISHING A RANT ABOUT HOW THE INTERNET AND CDS WILL NOT CATCH ON MAYBE THE MOST REFRESHING COMBINATION OF WORDS I HAVE LOOKED AT IN A LONG COMBINATION OF DAYS I WAS THINKING ABOUT HOW IF A MONKEY ON A KEYBOARD WERE TO WRITE TOLSTOYS ANNA KARENINA THEN FUCK SPACE WOULD BE INFINITE WULD U CALL THIS SHIT MAD DIY THIS SHIT IS NOT HI FAB IS IT IS THIS SHIT LO FAB THEN WHAT IS THIS SHIT I HAV 2 KNO AND ALSO WHO THE HELL CAN AFFORD FRAMING OH MAN N ALSO WHO IN THE SAM HELL CAN AFFORD MATTING I DONT KNO U BUT I APPRECIATE UR CLEVER BREEZY ONLINE SENSE OF HUMOR WOW HAHA ITS LIKE U REALLY R A VERY FUN PERSON! THE KHAKIER THEIR KHAKIS THE CLEANER THEIR BROWN LEATHER BOATING SHOES AND THE TIDIER THEIR LIGHT BLUE BUTTON UP W GINGHAM SWEATER THE MORE HYPER INSANE REVELATORY N GENIUS THEIR IDEAS R W ELITE DEGREES IN ARCHITECTURE AND A FIVE O CLOCK SHADOW TWEET ME FROM THE RESEARCH STACKS AT THE VASCONCELOS LIBRARY COUNTLESSLY UNMITIGATED UNPAUSEDLY ENDLESSLY WITHOUT ALTERATIONS WITHOUT ANY DEVIATIONS WHATEVER UNSPARINGLY UNDERCONDITIONED MALTREATED NOT SPARING NEVER SPARING SWIFT COSMIC JUSTICE REPEAT ME REPEAT ME FROM A SANDTRAP IN SAINT ANDREWS GOLF COURSE MY SPIT WET FINGERPAINTINGS ARE DRYING IN THE SUN I AM SMOKING A CIGARETTE AS FAST AS I CAN SO I DONT FORGET THE WORDS IN MY HEAD I LOOK UP THROUGH THE THIN BRANCHES OF A TREE WITH TINY CURLED LEAVES AND MAGENTA FLOWERS A DOG IS PANTING AND ANOTHER DOG IS BARKING THE SKY IS EXTREMELY BLUE HARSH I FLICKED ASH OFF THE BALCONY IT IS WHISPING THROUGH THE PLAIN IN TINY BRITTLE FRAGMENTS DEYYYUMMM UR SHOW LOOX WHAKK THATS THAT SHIT I DONT LIKE MOOD BOARDS LOOKBOOKS HEADSHOTS  PITCHING IDEAS TO BARRIO MUSEUMS THATS THAT SHIT I DONT LIKE UNDERCUT BUDGETS THE TEENAGE PARTY YEARS FRIENDS WHO DONT HAVE JOBS 30 YEAR OLD INTERNS ALSO 30 YEAR OLD SQUATTERS ALSO 30 YEAR OLD LAWYERS ALSO 30 YEAR OLD ARTISTS 30 YEAR OLD ANYTHING DEKOONING STOPPED WORKING FOR ANYONE ELSE AT 33 THATS THAT SHIT I DONT LIKE CURLING INTO THE FLOOR SHEDDING TEARS ANXIOUSLY LIGHT SLEEPS FINGERS N TOES TWITCHING HEAVY EYES SUNKEN DEMEANOR WARM CORONA BEER DAYTIME PHOTOSHOPPING FOR OTHER PEOPLE FOR FREE THATS THAT SHIT I DONT LIKE SLEEPING SITTING WAITING WAITING ON OTHER PEOPLE BORN TO A COMFORTABLE TIDY PEDIGREE FAKE ARTISTS PENETRATING THE GAME AS A SIMULACRA BUSINESS A CREAKING DELONGHI SPACE HEATER PONDEROSA PINE AND CEDAR EXPANDABLE SHOE INSERTS THATS THAT SHIT I DONT LIKE I FOUND A COPY OF AFTER THE END OF ART IN SPANISH I GAVE IT TO MY GIRLFRIENDS MOM 


I AM A MERE PAWN FIGHTING FOR SOME KIND OF AN IMPOSSIBLY TINY IMPOSSIBLY HONEST NAIVE PLACE WITHIN THIS FUCKING SHITSHOW WONDERING IF THE ABSOLUTE LOTTERY-ODDS OF BEING SWEPT OFF MY FEET BY THEE KIND OF VACUOUS RACKETS IS ALL I HAVE TO LOOK FORWARD TO. I ONLY LIKE DEAD ARTISTS. ID RATHER BE A MUSICIAN. BACKED BY A DRUG LORD JUST LIKE U. IS INSIDER COLLECTING WHAT HAPPENED TO THE STOCK OF OSCAR MURILLO? I SAW UR DALI KNOCKOFF PAINTINGS I SAT ON A CREAM COUCH WITH HUNTER GREEN ARMS WITH A STOMACH FULL OF STEAK I DECIDED I DIDNT LIKE UR WORK. DO WE 'MAKE IT' WHEN THESE RICH FUX DECIDE TO INSIDER COLLECT OUR WORK? DUH?


BETA MALES W GLASSES 


HUO'S DSL'S POPULATING MY NONFICTION NOVEL ONE FARCICAL ABSTRACT NOTION AT A TIME SALIVATING NEW YEARS OVERDOSE DOWNLOAD ME FROM XIAN DOWNLOAD ME FROM CHIAPAS PLEASE BLOCK ME FROM BUCHAREST ROB AN IDEA FROM MY TUMBLR AND MANUFACTURE IT EXPENSIVELY MAKE IT A RARE BLACK SWAN SELL UR SILKEN SWANSONG ON THE BLACKMARKET I AM IN SAUDI ARABIA I AM IN GUANGZHOU I AM IN WARSAW BLACKMAIL ME FROM TEXARKANA BLACKLIST ME FROM HANOI ENLIST ME FROM DURHAM I WILL TRAVEL TO MICRONESIA FOR YOUR SAKE PLEASE PUT ME ON THE GUEST LIST GO TO THE BEACH FOR YOUR HOLIDAY U WILL B ABLE TO WALK INTO THE OCEAN AND JUST KEEP WALKING THX CLLAB WITH ME ADBUST WITH ME REMIX WITH ME SCUFFLE WITH ME LETS WATCH MTV TOGETHER LETS NETFLIX I DO BUSINESS BASED ON THE CALIBER OF YOUR CELLPHONE THAT IS WHY YOUVE SUBCONSCIOUSLY PLACED IT ON THE LUNCH TABLE: TO VET YOURSELF, NO? LOOK UP MORE WORDS DO LESS HARD DRUGS MAYBE SOME PUSHUPS MAYBE SOME SITUPS GET ALL THOSE FUCKERS TO PAY YOU BACK INFORMATION HAZES PARTICULATE PARCELS PARSING PALSIED PARTICIPLES FAT HOT SWEATY AS FUCK A BAD NEW YEARS PARTY WITH GOOD FRIENDS LONGING FOR CLARITY UNDERWHELMED BY MY OWN THE INTERNET IS NOT AS IMPORTANT AS IVE PREVIOUSLY ASSERTED WHY THE FUCK WOULD U GIVE ME AN ART FAIR BOOTH I AM ONLY GOOD AT BREAKING THINGS AND NOT THAT GOOD A WEIRD SPACED OUT DAY I AM TRYING TO PUT YOU INTO SOMEPLACE I AM TRYING TO PUT YOU INTO SOMEPLACE ARE YOU SOMEPLACE ARE YOU IN MY SOMEPLACE? THE WIRELESS CLOUD HAS FALLEN CLASSICAL MUSIC JORDAN THE COUNTRY EVERYTHING IS PRECARIOUS IN A NAUSEOUS WAY I CANT EXPLAIN ORANGE MUD COVERED RED CLAY COVERED AND OFF BALANCED LEANING TWISTED PRECARIOUSED UNROOTEN VORTEXY JUST TWISTED JUST CROOKED AND WICKED AND GNARLED AND PLAGUED AND CROOKED AND TWISTED DEBORA TURNED ON THE AC THEN QUICKLY TURNED IT OFF AGAIN WE ARE BOTH NAUSEOUS WE ARE ALL NAUSEOUS THE SMOG IS HOLDING US IN SUFFOCATING US UNDER PLASTIC BAGS WE HAVE BEEN SUPPRESSED WE ARE BEING FORCED TO VOMIT AND DRINK FROM COSTCO WATER BOTTLES IN THE DRAMATIC SMOG I HAVENT LEARNED A NEW WORD IN 10 YEARS NAVY SWEATER BLACK PANTS NAVY SOCKS BLACK SHOES THERE IS A VERY SCARY OLD CLOWN TOSSING RINGS IN THE STREET AT THE RED LIGHT BY MY GIRLFRIENDS MOMS HOUSE THE ONLY THING THATS CHANGED ABOUT HUMANS IN THE LAST TWOTHOUSAND YEARS IS THAT WE WEAR BRIGHTER COLORS A DASTARD WIND BLOWS THROUGH CRAWLING UP A GREENSCREEN FACADE ABOVE PEAT MOSS AND WATER DRIP DRUNK MOMS I LISTENED TO THE BANDS I WAS SUPPOSED TO LISTEN TO MANIPULATE ME FROM CONNECTICUT CONTRACT ME FROM MANCHESTER PLEASE FOLLOW ME FROM MELBOURNE PLEASE RETWEET ME FROM BURLINGAME CRITIQUE ME CRITIQUE ME FROM PITCHFORK DOT COM POKE ME FROM SHANGHAI RETWEET ME FROM YOUR DINING ROOM TABLE IN NEW DHELI BLOCK ME REPORT ME FROM HARLEM THANK YOU TEENAGE YEARS THANK YOU ANIME THANK YOU THE BEACH THANK YOU SUPER BASS THANK YOU ALPHA MALE PERSONALITY THANK YOU MOUTH AND WORDS THANK YOU CRAB FISHING THANK YOU KEYBOARDS THANK YOU POLICE SIRENS THANK YOU MEAT THANK YOU EYES THANK YOU EARS THANK YOU WIND THANKS RAIN THANK YOU LOUD SPEAKERS THANK YOU TAXI CABS THANK YOU BIRTH CONTROL THANK YOU DJ SCREW THANK YOU LANDSCAPES AND WATERFALLS THANK YOU MIXED MARTIAL ARTS THANK YOU FLOWER PRINT THANK YOU COPIER MACHINES THANK YOU ICE CREAM THANK YOU SPRAY PAINT THANK YOU TREES THANK YOU SHADOWS THANK YOU OPACITY THANK YOU HEALTH THANK YOU HEADPHONES THANK YOU IDEAS THANK YOU KIT KAT BARS THANK YOU POSSIBILITES THANK YOU SELF DESTRUCTIVE IMPULSES THANK YOU SUBWAYS THANK YOU MUDPUDDLES THANK YOU EMAIL ADDRESSES THANK YOU ZIP LOCK BAGS AND VITALITY THANK YOU QUESTIONS THANK YOU POP MUSIC THANK YOU ENEMIES THANK YOU PYRAMIDS AND BUILDINGS AND SAND AND FISH AND OVERLAPPING AND COLORS THANK YOU GASOLINE THANK YOU DENTAL FLOSS THANK YOU WINDOW DRAPES THANK YOU SPRAYBOTTLES THANK YOU OXYGEN THANK YOU WRINKLES THANK YOU THANK YOU CONFUSION THANK YOU DESPERATION THANK YOU FURY THANK YOU MEMORIES THANK YOU SLEEP THANK YOU FORGETFULNESS THANX BROS THANX HOES MEME ME FROM MALLORCA TWEET ME FROM SCOTTSDALE CRITIQUE ME FROM THE ITALIAN ALPS CRITIQUE ME FROM BAHRAIN CONTRACT ME FROM SAN MIGUEL ALLENDE TWEET ME FROM EL PULPITO EN BARRA VIEJA ACAPULCO TWEET ME FROM COUNCIL CREST PORTLAND OREGON CRITIQUE ME FROM THE WORLD TRADE OMG SNAPCHAT ME W WARDROBE OPTIONS HARASS ME FROM THE NETHERLANDS PIC OR IT DIDNT HAPPEN LOSING LOSING THE HERD FLY FROM ME MY FLOCK DISSEMINATE BARE FRUIT SCRAM



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THE BATHROOM WALL IN A FACEBOOK GIRLS GROUP READIN GOSSIP ABOUT CREEPERS IVE GOT ALL THE GOLF GEAR IN THE WORLD BUT I CAINT GET THIS SWANG OFF FER NUTHON I REVEL IN THE SPOKEN WORD LIKE I HAVE NEVER REVELED NOR SHALL REVEL EVER AGAIN I REVEL WHAT IS OUR AIM U KNOW HOW WHEN U GO TO A GALLERY OR MUSEUM AND SEE WALLHANGING PAINTINGS SOME OF THEM HAVE LITTLE WOOD FRAMES AND SOMEOF THEM ARE CLEAN TAPED-OFF BEFORE-HAND I HATE THAT THEN SOME OF THEM HAVE FINGERPRINTS AND DRIPS ON THE SIDE SUPER GNARLY N GRUESOME-LIKE THATS WHAT THESE SOUND PIECES R LIKE SO CHILL AND GET WITH IT PROVE TO YOUR FRIENDS THAT YOU HAVE MORE COURAGEOUS TASTE. I DIDNT SEE THE SHOW BUT I SAW THE SHOW, YOU KNOW? THEYRE SCARED TO USE THEIR HANDS THEIR SCARED TO USE THEIR HANDS THEIR SCARED TO USE THEIR HANDS. PUNTO. 


I WANT TO KARAOKE LOVE IS A BATTLEFIELD MAKE A SOUND PIECE W BLOOD ON THE LEAVES SLOW AS FUKKKKKKK THE NEW BLOOD ORANGE REMINDS ME OF THE GRACEFUL BLACK MIDDLE CLASS OF THE 90S IN SMALL TOWN AMERICA AND WHITE JEAN SHORTS AND SHINHIGH TUBESOX WITH ADIDAS HOUSE SHOES AND MORE WHOLESOME TIMES FOR US ALL SOME AUTOMOTIVE YOGA COULD REALLY LOWER YOUR RPM MAN I CRIED TO JAMES TAYLOR I AM CRYING TO JAMES TAYLOR ILL CRY TO JAMES TAYLOR IN THE FUTURE IMA CHOP N SCREW THE FUKK OUTA HIM IN 2K14


GERHARD RICHTER LOVES TO SAY THE WORLD BRUTAL I RELATE TO HIM MORE AND MORE HE OVERPROCESSES EVERYTHING HE CANT LEAVE THINGS ROUGH AND LOOSE AND FAST EVERYTHING MUST BE SLOW AND COMPLEX I THINK THATS PERHAPS HIS WEAKNESS BUT GODDAMN HIS PAINTINGS ARE SPEECHLESSLY BEAUTIFUL I DONT ADMIRE THAT HE WEARS GLOVES AND THAT EVERYTHING IS SO OVERPREPPED THERE IS EITHER THE RICHTER MODEL OR THE BACON MODEL BUT YOU CAN WATCH THE INSTINCT UNFOLD THE PROBLEM SOLVING HE KNOWS THAT SOMETIMES IT CLICKS AND OTHER TIMES IT DOESNT I FORGOT WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE SCARED IN FRONT OF A CANVAS NOT SURE WHAT TO DO NEXT OR ITS BEEN A WHILE IM TRYING TO TRAIN IT OUT OF MY BODY AS IF BY SNAKE VENOM DOSING HE STILL HAS THAT FEAR YOU CAN SEE HIM GRIND THROUGH IT FORMULAICALLY I PRODUCE MORE SHIT UNFILTERED UNSCREENED BAD NAIVE EARLY IMPATIENT WELL HES NOT COMPETITIVE ANYMORE Y SHOULD HE BE I AM ONLY COMPETITIVE PURE COMPETITION AT THIS POINT THE FIGHT IS KEEPING ME MOVING I WANTED TO USE FOOTAGE OF HIM PAINTING COLLAGED TO A SOUND PIECE BUT ITS JUST TOO OBVIOUS AND LOADED IN WAYS THAT I CANT CONTROL THE SOUND IS MEANT TO REPLACE IMAGE AND IF IM GOING TO PAIR IT WITH IMAGE ILL HAVE TO DO SOMETHING WAY SMARTER AND MORE CAVALIER AND IT HASNT COME TO ME YET AND IT MIGHT NOT ITS FUNNY REALLY TO PUT THIS SOUND PIECE IN A SHOW WITH INTERNET ARTISTS WHO ONLY MAKE WORK TO BE PHOTOGRAPHED FOR ONLINE CIRCULATION WORK THAT ACTUALLY FAILS IN REAL LIFE I ONLY WANT THESE PIECES TO SUCCEED IN REAL LIFE TO BLUDGEON THEM IN REAL LIFE THERE ISNT MUCH TO PHOTOGRAPH THOUGH (ANY) SO HOW ARE THE CHEAPSKATE ART DEALERS GONNA CATCH WIND? TYPEWRITING GOTTA PISS, NAKED, BUT GIRLFRIENDS MOM IS ASLEEP IN THE NEXT ROOM, SO CANT, DOES TMI COUNT AS SATISFYING THE VIEWERS NEED FOR SELFIES?

BECAUSE I DISAGREE WITH THE WORK THATS REPRESENTING THIS PLACE ESSENTIALLY REPRESENTING US THAT PURPORTS THAT WERE DESIGNERS WITH ARCHITECTURE DEGREES THATS RENDERING US PAYASOS IMPOTENT THATS BEING CRATED AROUND THE WORLD LIKE CIRCUS ANIMALS THATS BEING SHOWN IN MUSEUMS AND GALLERIES  (KURIMANZUTTO THE ONLY GOOD ELEMENT THEY HAVE IS LAWRENCE WEINER WHO HAS NOW BECOME A MEME OF HIMSELF - IM REALLY SURPRISED ISREAL LUND / RYDER RIPPS / RAFAEL ROZENDAAL HAVENT MADE A LAWRENCE WEINER INSTALLATION GENERATOR APP YET) THE SILENCE AND STILLNESS ARE NOT WHAT ARE STRIKING THEY ARE WHAT IS LOST AND DYING ABOUT PAINTINGS I WONDER IF A PAINTING CAN BE SCREAMING AND UNDULATING IN ITS SILENT STILLNESS TAKE SOME ILL RAP MUSIC AT 150 PERCENT SPEED DUB A SNARKY (VERY) WHITE 1970S ENGLISHMAN TALKING ABOUT BOTTICELLI AND THERE U HAVE IT REGRETTABLY TIGHT EUROPEAN AESTHETICIZED DRIVING ETIQUETTE N JOHN BERGERS LISP

SHALOM PENDEJITO WHEN YOU DO THINGS IN THREES PEOPLE THINK ITS A CONCEPTUAL PLAY ON RELIGION BUT ITS JUST A NICE ROUND NUMBER CALMATE MY PANTS ARE THE COLOR OF ALABASTER THE COLOR OF BONE OF LIMESTONE OF MARBLE OF OYSTER OF PEARL AUSTRALIAN OPEL NEXT TO AN EMERALD POOL SAP PALMS A SILVERY SLIVERY MOON STRAW ROOFS LIGHT CYAN SKY BLACK PURPLE BIRDS WITH YELLOW EYES AND GIANT PUPILS TEAL RIPPLES TOPE SHADE LEANING WAFTING BRIGHT LEMON  FLOATING DODGING KNUCKLEBALLING THROUGH THE EXPANSE I WANT ART TO REMIND YOU OF SOMETHING BUT OF SOMETHING ABSTRACT THAT HAS BEEN WARPED OVER TIME SOMETHING HARD TO RECALL SOMETHING YOU LEARNED IN A DREAM THE FLUORESCENT HOT OVEN GLOWING RED LIGHT LEAKING THROUGH YOUR TIGHTLY CLINCHED EYELIDS ON A SUMMER DAY DRIVING OVER A TALL BRIDGE IN A BROKEN BMW CONVERTIBLE FILLED WITH EMPTY MCDONALDS CUPS IN A FREER TIME LISTENING TO A BEAUTIFUL RAMONES LOVE SONG I WANT ART TO REMIND YOU OF TALL GRASS WHIPPING AGAINST YOUR LEGS AND AIR WHIPPING THROUGH YOUR HAIR SNORTING BUGS IN THE EVENING TIME MOVING FAST PAST THE SOUNDS OF A RIVER I WANT ART TO REMIND TO OF THE BLACK SHADOWS OF PALM TREES CUT OUT AGAINST THE DENSE SALTY MORADO STEAMING WRAPPED WITH CHILE PEPPER SHAPED CHRISTMAS LIGHTS AND A SCREECHING COLONY OF STARLINGS AND MACAWS I WANT ART TO REMIND YOU OF EGRETS AND IGUANAS DIVING IN TO GOLF COURSE WATER HAZARDS I WANT ART TO REMIND YOU OF BEING HIGH HIGH HIGH ON INDUSTRIAL CHEMICALS LISTENING TO WAGNER IN BLOCK MOLD FILLED BASEMENTS WATCHING DISTANT CONTEMPORARIES FALL OF THE WAGON THRASHING VULNERABLE ALARMED

IM TRYING TO TALK TO MY FRIENDS BUT I CANT PAY THEM ANY MIND I DONT KNOW I CANT DECIDE IF THIS IS ART ANYMORE AND I REALLY DONT CARE THAT IS THE STUPIDEST QUESTION TO ASK IN THE HISTORY OF LANGUAGE JUST LISTEN TO IT OR NOT JUST DO IT OR NOT JUST MAKE IT OR BUY IT OR BURN IT OR NOT TELL YOUR WIFE ITS A SHAME WHATEVER YOU MUST DO TO FEEL LIKE YOU KNOW WHATEVER YOU MUST DO TO PROTECT YOUR MODERNIST COLLECTION PUT ME IN POLANCO PUT ME ON REFORMA PLAY ME FROM PALACIO DE HIERRO JUST TAKE YOUR 50% AND FEEL LIKE YOU ARE SPECIAL PROTECT YOUR PLACE IN THIS SOCIETY KEEP PAYING YOUR MONTHLY MEMBERSHIP FEE TO M.N. ROY KEEP PAYING YOUR MONTHLY MEMBERSHIP FEE TO THE NEWMUSEUM KEEP BUYING YOUR BOOTH AT MATERIAL ART FAIR KEEP MAKING THINGS KEEP TELLING YOURSELF YOU ARE A GENIUS WHY NOT THERE IS NO WAY TO JUDGE WHETHER THIS IS GOOD OR BAD WHO CARES REMOVE THOSE WORDS FROM YOUR VOCABULARY I CAN MAKE THIS TYPE OF WORK WITHOUT THINKING AT ALL HOW DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL I WENT SWIMMING THIS MORNING THEN I WATCHED IGUANAS CLIMBTREES AND JUMP INTO PONDS IS THAT ENOUGH DURESS SHOULD LIFE BE HARDER HOW CAN THIS ART WORK IF YOU WANT TO CALL IT THAT SPEAK TO THE SOUL IF IM NOT DYING IF IM NOT A DRUG ADDICT IF I HAVE NO MONEY IN MY BANK ACCOUNT HOW I AM GOING TO PLAY THIS WHATEVER THE FUCK IT IS AT THE MUSEUM OF MODERN ART MAYBE ILL PUT SOME SPANISH IN FOR THE LOCAL AUDIENCE WHATEVER. WHATEVER. I AM LISTENING TO THE GOOD THE BAD AND THE UGLY THEME SONG AND MY VOICE TALKING AND MY FINGERS ARE MOVING ON THE KEYBOARD OF MY GIRLFRIENDS MAC BOOK PRO AND THIS IS HOW I MAKE PAINTINGS IN 2013 AND THEY ARE GOOD BECAUSE I AM GOOD AND THEY ARE BAD BECAUSE I AM BAD I RECEIVED A LETTER FROM MY FRIEND IN WYOMING DELAWARE THIS IS THE ONLY ART ILL MAKE IN 2014 AND SOME PAINTINGS TO SELL SO I CAN PAY FOR A GYM MEMBERSHIP N GET BUFF HOOK THIS MUSIC UP TO THE LOUDEST SUBWOOFERS YOU CAN GET YOUR PAWS ON LET THAT SHIT SLAPP IN THE MOONLIGHT PLEASE DONT KILL MY MUSE PLEASE DONT KILL YOUR MUSE DONT KILL ANY MUSES INSTEAD MUSE OVER THEM MUSE OVER THEM DEEPLY I AM MUSING NOW TO MYSELF I AM LISTENING TO TRUMPETS I AM MAKING SOUND PIECES AND I HATE THE SUNLIGHT TURN THIS SHIT UP PUT THIS SHIT OVER GANGSTER RAP MUSIC SLAP THIS SHIT FROM THE TRUNK OF YOUR HONDA CIVIC  PLAY THIS SHIT FROM YOUR MAMAS SOUND SYSTEM DONT THINK SO MUCH TURN THE BASE ALL THE WAY UP BLOW OUT THE SPEAKERS TO THIS SHIT BLOW OUT THE SPEAKERS TO THIS SHIT I AM IMAGINE IT BOUNCING OFF THE AMBER DOME OF THAT MUSEUM I AM IMAGINING OLD CORRUPT BUSINESS TYCOONS SPIT THEIR LAGAVULIN ALL OVER THEIR SMOOTH TAN WIVESS NEW SURGERY SCARS RUINING THEIR HORRIBLY EXPENSIVE SLUTTY SEQUENCED BODY FITTING EVENING GOWNS TRIP DOWN THE MARBLE BANNISTER AND CRACK THEIR PORCELAINS ON THE HARD EDGE OF THE FIRST STEP IN FRONT OF THE BELLIGERENTLY DRUNK ROSACEAD ALCOHOLIC ART WRITERS WRITE TO ME ABOUT WHY THIS IS ART OR NOT OR DONT TOUCH THE SUBJECT BECAUSE IM NOT MEXICAN MORE LIKE, IT WONT BE GOOD FOR YOUR STANDINGS YOU MIGHT NOT BE INVITED TO THE JUMEX PARTY IF YOU MENTION ME YOU WONT BE ABLE TO CRAFT THE IMAGE OF A HALF DOZEN SUPER CORRUPT TWISTED PASSION FORGOTTEN SHITTY LOCAL MENIAL ART INSTITUTIONS THAT HATE YOU ANYWAY I MIGHT NOT GET MY WORK INTO THE COLLECTIONS OF THE MOST WRETCHED PEOPLE IN THIS COUNTRY AND I AM VERY WORRIED ABOUT HOW ILL RAISE A CHILD IN THIS PESTILENT BEAUTIFUL ENVIRONMENT I REALLY AM LETS NOT WASTE OUR AIR NOT WASTE OUR AIR ANYMORE I ALWAYS DREAMED ABOUT GETTING RICH AND LISTENING TO GANGSTER RAP MUSIC IN A PORSCHE THAT DREAM HASNT CHANGED MUCH OVER THE YEARS I WANT TO VANQUISH THE COMPETITION IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM I WANT TO VANQUISH U LIKE THE HIGHLANDER I WANT UR FIGHT TO GO OUT WHEN THESE BARS COME THROUGH AND WRECK YOUR SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST ON A BAD BAD BAD ONE ON A BAD ONE ON A BEAUTIFUL ONE ON A BEAUTIFUL A BEAUTIFUL ONE I WANT ALL ALL I WANT ALL THIS MUSIC CHOPPED AND CHOPPED AND SCREWED SCREWED BEFORE BEFORE AND AFTER IN THE FUTURE I WANT A DJ TO FOLLOW ME IN THE FUTURE I WANT AN APP SURGICALLY IMPLANTED TO MY VOCAL CHORDS THAT CHOPS AND SCREWS SCREWS AND SCREWS SCREWS EVERYTHING THING EVERY I SAY IT IS IMPORTANT THAT MY WORK GETS LOUDER AND LOUDER THAT THERE ARE MORE OPTIONS THAT THERE IS TOO MUCH NOISE AND TOO MANY OPTIONS I WANT IT TO OVERWHELM ME I WANT TO PASS OUT I WANT TO HAVE FAINTING SPELLS I WANT MY EYES TO GROW DULL I WANT MY HEARING AIDES TO RUN OUT OF BATTERIES AND THIN LINES OF SMOKE TO TWIST OUT OF THEM I WANT TO HAUNCH OVER OUT OF BREATH ONE HAND ON A KNEE BRACING MY WEIGHT AND THE OTHER FOREARM AGAINST A DIM WALL IN THE CORNING EXHALING DESPERATELY SPITTING EYES WATERING AND STARS AND SPINNING I WANT TO HAVE TO LEAVE I WANT IT TO BE WAY TOO MUCH FOR ME I WANT TO THROW IT ON THE GROUND AND BREAK IT AND STOMP ON IT AND HIT IT WITH AN ASH BAT AND WALK AWAY FROM IT AND NEVER EVER EVER LOOK BACK LOOK BACK I WANT THE SKIES TO RAIN ON IT I WANT DIRT TO BLOW OVER THE TOP OF IT AND COLLECT AND PRESS IT BACK INTO THE GROUND I WANT MOLD TO GROW ON THE PARTS AND IDEAS I WANT DANDELIONS TO BURST FROM IT IN SLOW MOTION I WANT SMALL MAMMALS TO BURROW IN IT I WANT ITS BONES TO DISAPPEAR I WANT ALL THE ENERGY OF IT TO LEAVE FROM IT AND GO AWAY INFINITELY FOREVER NEVER TO LOOK BACK NEVER TO ADDRESS IT AGAIN THE NEW PERMANENCE IS NOTHINGNESS MY FRIEND SAYS IN THE FUTURE ARE THE THREE BEST WORDS I AGREE I WANT THIS TO FLOAT ON THE EVENING WIND I WANT THIS TO FLUTTER IN WHEN THE SUN FALLS WHEN THE VOICE DROPS WHEN THE GUSTS BECOME BLUSTERY WHEN THE ANIMALS GROW SKITTISH I WANT THIS TO CIRCULATE IN SQUARE ROOMS DURING YOUR TIME AWAKE AND DURING YOUR TIME ASLEEP ADRIFT RIPPLING WHISPERING THINGS TO YOU PLEADING WITH YOU GIVING YOU SECRET DETENTION NOTES AND SECRET LOVE LETTERS AND SECRET GARDENS CRISP IN THE TROPICAL WINTERTIME MELTING IN THE NORDIC ICY SPRINGS BROWNISH GREEN LIKE THE SUMMERTIME THE SMELL OF HOT WOOD IN PARKS IN OREGON CRUMBLING STURDY STOIC FRAGILE TALUS FIELDS WITH KNEEHIGH GRASS BLOWING IN THE AFTERNOON NEXT TO A FLYFISHING RIVER WALKING BY I KEEP ATTACKING BEAUTY I WANT IT I WANT TO KNOW IT


WE FORGET ABOUT THE OCEAN. WE FORGET ABOUT THIS HUMUNGOUS ACCESSIBLE BROWN BLUE LIQUID MUSCLE WRITHING LIFE FROM NOTHINGNESS ONE OF THE GREAT MYSTERIES IN ADDITION TO GODTALK AND THE PURPOSE OF LIFE HOW DO WE SO EASILY FORGET ABOUT THIS MONSTER THIS SERENE LAPPING SECRET THAT WE CAN SEE AND TOUCH AND ENTER AND THATS INFINITELY TOO SIMPLE AND TOO COMPLEX FOR US ITS EASIER TO FORGET ITS EASIER TO GET IN AN ARGUMENT WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND ABOUT THE BAD BEHAVIOR OF HER DAD THAN STARE AT THE OCEAN FOR LONG ENOUGH TO DERIVE ALL THE ANSWERS THIS ABOUT ALL THOSE PIRATE SKELETONS ROLLING AROUND ALL THE LIZARD FISH THAT CAME WADDLING RIPPING THEMSELVES OUT OF THE WATER ALL OF THOSE DOWNED VESSELS ALL THE GARBAGE BURIED IN THE MURKY TRENCH WARMED BLISTERED BY THE HEAT VENTS I WATCHED A MOVIE ABOUT TRAINING TO BE EXORCISTS THE DEVIL IS THE SCARIEST SUBJECT WE JUST CANT SHAKE THE IDEA OF IT PEOPLE TALK TO ME ABOUT RYAN TRECARTIN AND HOW I SHOULDNT MAKE MY SOUNDPIECES SOUND TOO TRECARTINY SOMEONE TOLD TRECARTIN NOT TO MAKE HIS VIDS TOO ALVIN N THE CHIPMONKSY BUT HE DIDNT LISTEN U KNOW HE WATCHED THAT SHIT ON SATURDAY MORNINGS WAITING FOR FINGER PAINTINGS TO DRY DOWNLOADING THE CRANBERRIES TO MAKE SOMETHING FOR THE MUSEUM OF MODERN ART IN MEXICO CITY IN ENGLISH THATS REALLY UGLY ITS PROBABLY WHAT U R LISTENING 2 NOW THE OCEAN. FAITH IS ONE OF THE MOST INTRIGUING PARTS OF BEING ALIVE IT SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF US I LOVE THE CHALLENGE OF FAITH I LOVE THAT I THINK I CAN OUTSMART IT AND THAT EVERYTIME WANT TO WRITE ABOUT THE OCEAN THE GOOD WORDS EVAPORATE THIS IS MORE INFLUENCED BY CHOPPED AND SCREWED GANGSTER RAP THAN IT EVER COULD BE BY RYAN TRECARTIN ALSO THIS IS A POEM AND A CRITIQUE AND A CRITIQUE OF HIM AND I AM LOOKING FOR BEAUTY THIS IS NOT A SOCIAL COMMENTARY ABOUT ADHD MEDICATION ADDICTIONS AND ALSO RYAN TRECARTIN DOESNT HAVE A PATENT ON USING A HIGH PITCHED VOICE AND ALSO THIS SUBGENRE OF ART HAS BARELY BEEN EXPLORED SO FUCK OFF WITH THAT EASY CRITIQUE TELL ME HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS TELL ME HOW GRATING IT IS IM NOT LISTENING IM RECORDING OVER BIRDS DO YOU HEAR THAT AN ANT CRAWLING ACROSS THE MOUSE PAD A SUN BEAM A DISTANT LAWNMOWER RUINING THE SOUND NEARBY IN 2014 I NO LONGER WANT TO SOCIALIZE WITH ARTISTS WHO DONT HAVE THEIR OWN WEBSITES ITS A GROSS AMOUNT OF POWER TO LEAVE IN THE HANDS OF A GALLERY


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SPAM MÍ FROM BANGKOK AND SPAMM MÍ FROM SINGAPORE AND SHARE UR GENIUS W MÍ


THE SKY IS A COREY ARCHANGEL GRADIENT THE INTENSE LINGERING FEELING OF THE AN ONGOING DRUG WAR ALSO A WHITE WOMAN ON THE BUS SPEAKING ENGLISH *LOUDLY* MERRY XMAS GUYS WHEN U LIVE IN A NON ENGLISH SPEAKING COUNTRY AND YOU HEAR LOUD! CALIFORNIAN ENGLISH ON PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION ITS SICKENING OMG SHE JUST SAID *PORTLAND* (I HAD TO PUT ON MY HEADPHONES) IM ON AN EMPTY FUSCIA FLUORESCENT BUS GOING THE WRONG WAY LISTENING TO LIL B PRAYING FOR A BRICK GETTING HYPED THE FUCK UP ITS DRAMA IM GONNA WORK OVER THAT SONG SONGS R MY PAINTS OMG SKYPE.ME.FROM.MALIBU OSCAR WILDE MAKES SORORITY GIRLS FEEL ALIVE THEY READ HIS QUOTES ON BUZZFEED AND THEN WRITE THEM ON DRY ERASE BOARDS HANGING ON THE OUTSIDE OF EACHOTHERS BEDROOMS DOORS N THATS THE RULE RECIPE 4 SUCCESS OSCAR WILDE IS A MARKETING MORALE COACH ROPE COURSES IF I WERENT ME ID HAVE DEF BLOCKED ME BY NOW IF THEY R NOT UP 2 PAR LET ME KNO THO OKAY ITS NUTINN EVERYONE HAS THEIR OWN FREAKI PREFERENCES 4 THIS SHIT YAHURD Well once the clock strikes thirty please dont go to jail for drunk driving its rather unseemly mejor en tus veintes AND SAY WHAT U WANT ABOUT THESE GESTURES NO ONE WAS MAKING THEM AND NOW A GANG OF PEOPLE ARE MAKING THEM THANKS 2 UR BOI BRINGIN POETRY IN2 THE GAME ♥ BALLENA DE HENNA LLENA DE HIENA APENAS LLENA DE PENA AJENA POR EL PENE DE PUÑAL DE PEÑA POR PUTA PLISS PUT ME IN YOUR SHITTY EQUISS POETRY CIRCLE


IS CALLING YOUR GIRLFRIEND A ZORRA ON FACEBOOK AN ART GESTURE? POUR SOME GASOLINE ON YOUR FOUNDATION AND ILL BRING THE MATCHES A GOOD OLD GASSY SINK SWAMPHOLE FOR HORRIBLE OVERINFLATED TASTE EL GRAN PEDO THE SINK IS SHIPPING HALF MAST IN SHARKEN WATER IN DEEP WATERS OVER ITS HEAD THAT FOUNDATION  HAS CONCRETE BOOTS THAT FOUNDATION IS GONNA SPEND XMAS WITH THE FISHES U SHOULD HAVE EMBEZZLED MORE MONEY THAT FOUNDATION IS SUNK KERPLUNK THAT FOUNDATION IS DEEP SEA DIVING I HOPE THAT FOUNDATION FINDS SOME MERMAIDS DOWN THERE THAT FOUNDATION WEST COAST WHITE TRASH LIBERALS A DARK ROOM THAT YOU WALK INTO AND LISTEN TO MY CRAZY FUCKIN SHIT OR A REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY BRIGHT ROOM POCKETING POCKETABLE MUSEUM ART THAT MY FRIENDS MADE THEYLL FIND OUT LATER ITS FUNNY PAINTINGS FROM CAMEL BOXES PAINTINGS OF MY T SHIRTS ETC UNDERLYING SUPER BASS KEEP THAT SHIT FUNKKY PROFESSIONAL RECEIVER OF SURGERY A RETARDED BEACHED WHALE


I WOULD RATHER TWEET YOU FROM TIJUANA I WOULD RATHER TUMBL YOU FROM DF


RESOLUTE TO REMEDY EXTENUATED CIRCUMSTANCES DISCONTINUING CERTAIN ART MEGALOPOLIS VOCABULARY TERMS FROM USAGE BREAKING DOWN MUSCLE TISSUE IN A DAILY AND HEAVILY METERED BARRAGE BOOSTING INTERPERSONAL MORALE VIA TELECOMMUNICATION INHALING LESS NOXIOUS GASSES LEARNING TO DEFTLY MANIPULATE SOFTWARE BASED AUDIO PROTOCOLS A HEIGHTENED INDIFFERENCE TOWARDS ESTABLISHED ENTRENCHED ENCUMBERED SYSTEMS OF TERRORISTIC TYRANNICAL MONOPOLISTIC CORRUPTION IN BACKWATER BACKROOM BUCKSHOT BUSINESS REGIMES LEVERAGING INTELLECTUAL ASSETS WITH MORE DIGNITY N GRACE NEGATING FLOUNDERING PSEUDO OPPORTUNITIES SMIZING EMBACING MONET AS A SPIRITUAL LEADER EMBRACING BIENNIALESQUE GESTURES NOW! IS A BRANDING PLATFORM TO BE HAD IN APATHY?  CAN YOU BE A FIRST WORLD OUTSIDER ARTIST IN THE NEW MILLENNIUM? LIFE IS CERTAINLY MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART, BUT ART GIVES LIFE A DIRECTION OR FORM. YES THE BLOOD IN MY BODY IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE BONES BUT WITHOUT THE BONES I COULDNT WALK. THE EMPERORS NEW CLOTHES IN MEXICO IN THE ARTWORLD BUILDING FAKE GALLERISTS TO MOTIVATE YOUTH BACK TO FINANCIAL EARNING A NATIONAL TELEVISA SPECTACLE HES ALREADY LYING ABOUT WHAT HES DOING PLEASE MANIPULATE MANIPULATE FROM WHEREVER YOU ARE I AM IN THE RAINLESS PARCHED MEXICO IN PHOENIX IN NOGALES IN THE GOBI DESERT MONGOLIA IN SUN RIVER AND CAN YOU PLEASE MANIPULATE ME FROM HERE AND FROM THERE CAN YOU PLEASE USE ME AS YOUR PAWN PLEASE LET ME REFRESH AUDIENCES AND LET ME MAKE SO MUCH MONEY AND CULTURAL CAPITAL FOR YOUR BRAND MARKET ME THROUGH YOU AND MARKET YOU THROUGH ME GIVE BIRTH TO ME THROUGH YOUR MEDIUM I WILL HELP YOU WITH MY FRESH WRINKLELESS FACE AND IDEALS AND MY SMOOTH UNRIPPLED UNJADED CRANIUM PLY ME I AM YOUR DOUGH I AM YOUR PRIMORDIAL MASS CLUTCH ME IN YOUR POWER STRUCTURE MOLD ME NEAR TO YOUR BREAST NEAR TO YOUR WICKED DEAD HEART MOLD ME LIKE GABRIEL OROZCOS CLAY MOLD ME LIKE SALINAS MOLDED PENA NIETO MOLD ME LIKE SIMON COWELL MOLDED ONE DIRECTION I WILL BE YOUR JUSTIN BEIBER YOU WILL BE THE DARK SHADOWY WIZARD OF OZ'D VOLDEMORT MAINTAIN YOUR LEGACY THROUGH ME PLEASE LET ME GARDEN UR ROOTS LET THEM GROW THROUGH ME LIKE A BANYON TREE GROWS THROUGH CORTEZS SUGAR FACTORY I WILL BE YOUR SUGAR FACTORY I WILL BE A GOLDFISH IN YOUR SQUARE SHAPED AQUARIUM I WILL BE A JAPANESE WATERMELON GROWING IN YOUR WHITE CUBE TURN ME INTO A GALLERIST FOR YOUR GRANDCHILDRENS FORTUNE PLEASE BIND MY FEET PLEASE TIE MY LEFT HAND BEHIND MY BACK PLEASE DESTROY ME. THERE IS NOT A SINGLE DEKOONING PAINTING IN MEXICO NO WONDER THERE IS NOT A CLIFFORD STILL THERE IS NOT A POLLACK THERE MIGHT BE A SHITTY ROTHKO THATS IT I AM CRYING RIVERS FOR YOU I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO BE MY GERTRUDE STEIN I WANTED YOU TO BE ABLE TO BELIEVE IN YOURSELF BUT YOU COULDNT INEFFABLE GOOD TASTE IN THE ART WORLD CANNOT BE LEARNED JUST LIKE SPEED CANNOT BE LEARNED AND YOU NEED A BOARDROOM TO MAKE YOUR EXECUTIVE DECISIONS AND YOU ARE INTELLECTUALLY AND PHYSICALLY AND SPIRITUALLY AS SLOW AS FUCKING FUCK I AM SO USED TO BUYING BROWN ART I NEED BROWN ART BROWN COLORED ART NUTHIN BUT I.DONT.CARE IF ITS SIENNA R UMBER JUST GIVIT UP 2 ME MY GIRLFRIEND POURED A GLASS OF MILK DOWN THE BACK OF MY SHIRT I CAUGHT A TARANTULA ON THE TILED FLOOR OF MY BATHROOM UNDER THE PLASTIC LID OF A Q-TIP BOX AND TRANSPORTED IT SWIFTLY TO THE SWIRLING DEATH OF THE TOILET BOWL 


U CAINT BURN ME OUT MOFUCKA U U CAI CAINT B BURRN B BURN ME OUT OUT MO MO MO FUCKA MOFUCKA U CAINT BURN ME OUT MOFUCKA MOFUCA FUCKA U CAINT


DOROTHEE SAYS THE WAY YANN PASSES HIS NIKON COOLPIX CAMERA AROUND A CIRCLE OF ARTISTS TALKING ABOUT BUSINESS UNTIL EACH ONE ACKNOWLEDGES THE WORK ILLUMINATED ON THE TWO INCH SCREEN IS A RARE QUALITY AND I AGREE BUT YANN HAS A FUN CHILDLIKE QUALITY HE JUST WANTS US TO SEE THE IMAGE AND ACKNOWLEDGE THAT IT EXISTS HE IS ALWAYS GIGGLING ITS A LANGUAGE HE USES TO ASSERT THAT THERE IS NO PRESSURE THAT YOU SHOULD HAVE FUN LOOKING AT ART THAT YOU DONT NEED TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO OR WHAT TO REVISE THAT I DONT NEED YOUR CRITIQUE THAT I AM INDIFFERENT THAT I AM BONDED INSURMOUNTABLY TO MY WORK IT *IS* A RARE SKILL A NAIVE WISDOM A CONFIDENCE A DEEP SEEDED CAT-LIKE APATHY TOWARD EXTERNAL OPINION A PERSON REVELING IN THE MIDST OF A GLOBAL HURRICANE OF EMO ANGSTY POLITICS ENGAGEMENTS PROVING THINGS UNNECESSARILY TO NO ONE. ITS ADMIRABLE. HIGHLY.


WHEN I MAKE A PIECE LIKE THIS I IMAGINE GETTING A VERY WELL WRITTEN EMAIL FROM SOMEONE IVE NEVER MET TELLING ME HOW BAD OR GOOD OR SOMETHING OR NOTHING IT IS BUT I KNOW THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN BECAUSE THIS PIECE IS TOO EASILY IGNORED PERHAPS IT IS TOO LONG AND TOO FLATLINE AND TOO UNSKILLED YOU WONT HAVE A SINGLE OPINION ABOUT IT THE ONLY WAY THIS PIECE WILL BE EFFECTIVE IS IF YOU ARE FORCED TO LISTEN TO IT LIKE IF YOU ARE IN A ROOM IN BROOKLYN LOOKING AT THE WORK OF OTHER ARTISTS AND THIS WORK HAPPENS TO BE PLAYING IN THE SAME ROOM AS YOU YOU MIGHT HAVE TO LISTEN 


YOU DONT START A GESTURE WITH ENYA AND YOU DONT END A GESTURE WITH ENYA SHE DOES NOT MOVE FAST OFF THE BLOCKS SHE IS NOT A POWERFUL ANCHOR SHE IS THE SPACE IN THE MIDDLE THE PERFECT SEGUE SHE IS A ROCOCO FRAME SHE IS WHEN THE R&B SOLOIST COCKS THEIR HEAD TO THE SIDE AND SUCKS IN A BREATH THROUGH THE CORNER OF THEIR MOUTH LIKE HOW A LONGTIME SMOKER EXHALES 


I THOUGHT THAT IF I WERE TO TAKE MAKE SMALL OBSERVATIONS EVERYDAY AND PILE THEM TOGETHER SOMETHING REAL WOULD HAPPEN MAYBE SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL MAD HEAVY HEAVILY BEAUTIFUL N WHEN U READ THIS U R LISTENING TO BURIAL RIVAL DEALER OVER AND OVER THAT IS THE SOUNDTRACK OF THIS WRITING PUT IT ON OR LOG OFF OR LOG OFF ANYWAY HAS ANY WRITING EVER BEEN AS BEAUTIFUL AS MUSIC I THINK THAT YES WALT WITTMAN IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS ANTONIN DVORAK NO WRITING HAS BEEN ABLE TO MATCH FUCK BUTTONS OR INFINITE BODY OR BURIAL MAYBE JUST HEMINGWAY OTHERWISE IT IS ALL LEAPS AND BOUNDS AHEAD BOUNDLESSLY AHEAD

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WHO THE FUCK LIVED IN SALT LAKE SITY N WHO THE FUCK MOVES TO SALT LAKE SITY CLOSE YOUR EYES AN IMAGINE IT IN ALL ITS GLEAMING WHITE POLISHED TRAVESTY "MY KID COULD HAVE MADE THAT" "I AM A FOURTYSEVEN YEAR OLD MAN ON FACEBOOK COMPLAINING ABOUT THINGS THAT DONT PERTAIN TO ME" MY FRIENDS ARE CRYING, A TAXI CAB DRIVER TOLD ME THE OTHER DAY THAT THE ONLY WAY TO FIX MEXICO IS FOR AMERICA TO DROP A BOMB ON IT. WRITING IS THE GREATEST THING THAT PSYCHOTHERAPY COULDNT OFFER THE INTERNET IS MY FAVORITE SUBJECT NEVER TO WRITE SOME COHESIVE BODY THAT ATTEMPTS TO FRAME R FIND RATIONALE ID RATHER IN THE SENSE OF OF THE INTERNET IN THE SENSE OF FROM THE INTERNET IN THE SENSE OF INFORMED EDUCATED AND FORMULATED DESTROYED CORRUPTED DEGRADED UPLIFTED BEAUTIFIED ELUCIDATED EXTERMINATED BY THE INTERNET DEVELOPED BY THE INTERNET CATERED FOR THE INTERNET TOO I LOVE TO PERSONIFY THE INTERNET I LOVE TO RANT ABOUT HIM OR HER AS IF HE OR SHE WAS SOME OBNOXIOUSLY ARROGANT PRE INTERNET ARTIST WITH A TIDY MIDWEST MUSTACHE OF A MIXED MOSTLY POLISH DESCENT VISITING MEXICO ON THE WAY TO A VACATION TOWN TO SPEAK ENGLISH WITH OTHER DUMB KANSAN AND MINNESOTAN WHITE PEOPLE Y WOULD U EARNESTLY LIKE R KELLY A FICCUS TREE WITH A BLACK CLOTH OVER THE TOP AND A SLICE OF PIZZA NESTLED IN2 THE FOLDS OF THE FELT NO FUCKING WAY IRONY IS NOT HOT AND IT HAS NEVER BEEN HOT AND HOPPING ON THE IRONIC NIGHT TRAIN TO KATHMANDU IS NOT HOT AND I THINK IVE USED THAT REFERENCE BEFORE DURING PERFECTLY SUNDAY WEATHER

THIS WRITING IS THE WORST PART OF ME THIS WRITING IS THE THING THAT IM THE MOST PROUD OF AND I DONT COUNT THIS AS PRODUCTION I COPIED AND PASTED MY WRITING INTO A WORD FILE THE OTHER DAY AND IT WAS 101 PAGES DAMN WRITING 100 PAGES WAS FUCKING EASY I GUESS SO IS MAKING 100 PAINTINGS AND 100 TUMBLRS AND 100 FRIENDS JAAJAJAT A TABLE FULL OF GALLERISTS THROWING HARD BREADROLLS ACROSS THE HALLS OF COVADONGA I REACHED INTO THE SKY AND CAUGHT A SAILING LIME SAILING AT MY HEAD REN AND STIMPY JOHN BALDESSARI FERN GULLY FANTASIA NUPAINTINGS ART TALKZ HOME ALONE PLAYING A VIOLIN NEXT TO A LONG LINE BEGGING AND FILTHY AND CROSS EYES AND HEAVILY HANGING SHAQUILLED RIPPING DOWN THE BACKBOARD AT LSU A CLOUDBURST NEXT TO A STEEL MOUNTAIN A HEAVY WEIGHT BEHIND THE EYELIDS DAVID REED WILLEM DEKOONING CHOPPED AND SCREWED IRISH POP ROCK SLOW VOICES GRINDING INTO THE BRAIN GHANA GOATS BLEETING VOICES LINGER SINGING ABOVE THE FIRELIGHT SUPER WET BASELINES SLAPPING JUST SLAPPING WET SLAPS INTO THE MUD PARTICLES A DINOSAUR STEPS INTO THE WET TOPSOIL FLYING NOTHING IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS COCTEAU TWINS HYPER BLEACHED OUT BACKGROUNDS WORDS CLOUDS PIRATE BAY DOT PERU WAVERING MOTTLED STIPPLED THE FLECKS OF TREBLE POPPPING IN THE BLOWN OUT SOUNDSCAPE CREATING ZEN ASYMMETRY MERLIN CARPENTER AT REENA SPAULINGS AT ANYWHERE IRS FISCHER DIGGING A DEEP DEEP HOLE UNDER THE MIRACULOUS FLUORESCENT IF U MAKE ENOUGH CONTENT DOES IT BECOME SOMETHING ON ITS OWN DOES IT HAVE TO BE GUIDED AND PRUNED AMD BRACED AND CAGED ND TRAINED WITH BRACES WITH CHICKENWIRE WITH RUBBERBANDS WITH WEBSITES PRODUCERS AND TUMBLRS THAT REPOST TWENTYFOURTHOUSAND TIMES PROGRAMMED TO GIVE THE IMPRESSION OF A WORDPRESS TO A RICH DRUNK DRIVER DRIVING MIDDLEAGED WOMAN FORMERLY FROM CHILE WEARING SERAPAS DOING BLOW AT MN ROY BEHIND BOTTOMLIT SHIT TEQUILA SQUIRTS? 


**moths flapping wings silently in the coldest most vacant corner of the universe**



DONT JUST BRING BUSHWICK TO MIAMI BASEL TRANSPLANT IT PERMANENTLY FLY IT DANGLING FROM AIRFORCEONE AND LOWER IT INTO AN ALLIGATORED SWAMP LET IT SINK INTO THE BRICABRAC UNDER A NUCLEAR MOUNTAIN IN NEVADA CANT TALK TOO BUSY SPAMCRITIQUING ART FROM THE INTELLECTUAL FOOTHOLD OF FASHION BASED DESIGN ORTHODOX PURITANISM WE R MONKEYS FLYING AROUND THE TOPSOIL IN STEEL DOOMCHARIOTS I WILL DO OR NOT DO AS I WISH DESPITE THE TRICKLE DOWN PRESS JUNKETS OF HUFFINGTONPOST STYLE JOURNALISM TAILORED EVER SO SLIGHTLY TOWARDS THE CREATIVE NICHE

THE TENSION LEFT AND WHEN THE TENSION LEAVES THE GESTURE LEAVES TOO BUT I WAS SHAKING BC HE WAS SHAKING AND I WAS CUTTING BC HE WAS CUTTING AND I HAD LOST IT FOR A WHILE BC HE HAD. A PLACE THAT WAS SALVAGED FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE ATLANTIC AND WRUNG OUT AND DIED ON A SALTY FRENCH SHORE AND WRAPPED IN INSTITUTIONAL CHAINLINK CUTOUT SHEETMETAL PSYCHOTHERAPY BARNUM N BAILEYS THE WIZARD OF OZ THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD SHOCK TREATMENT WOMEN CRYING AND CRYING SLATE CONCRETE REBAR WELDING POCKS CALLOUSED BLOODY ARTHRITIC FINGER TIPS PIN PRICKED HOVERING OVER LOOMS SWELTERING MAUVE SHADOWS MOTHBALLS OSTRICH FEATHERS SPINNING SINGERS CHUGGING THROUGH THE DUSTY PARCHED OPPRESSIVE ENDLESS LONG SHADOWED ACHING EVENINGS I COULDNT BARE THE WORK OF LOUISE BOURGEOIS BECAUSE IT WAS SO FUCKING THICKLY HEAVILY OPAQUELY PSYCHOANALYTICAL I JUST SAW FREUDS ROUND GLASSES AND TRIM WHITE MUSTACHE OVER AND OVER REALLY IM WALKING AWAY AND TYPING INSTEAD OF LOOKING AT ANYTHING AND I STILL WANT TO TAKE A BATH IN A MOUNTAIN SPRING TO WIPE MY MEMORY COLD AND CLEAN PRISTA HIPPY SIMON SAYS GET THE FUCK UP MY SOUND PIECES STIR ME INTO A FURIOUS FUKKIN FROTH SO I CAN MAKE BAD PAINTINGS BUT THEN I HAVE TO STOP TO WRITE THIS BS ON MY KNOCKOFF IPHONE SO EVERYTHING I DO LACKS FOCUS THIS IS THE METAPHOR FOR MY HIPSTERDOM CRITIQUE ME FROM UR HIGHSCHOOL REUNION IN PASADENA I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT A BITCOIN IS ITS NOT AN AGE THING ITS AN INDIFFERENCE THING

IN THE FUTURE ARTISTS WILL GO TO MIAMI BASEL SURROUNDED BY WIRELESS CLOUDS THAT CONNECT TO THEIR CVS TITPIXS GIFS N THEME MUSIC MY THEME SONG WILL BE FIREWORKS BY KATY PERRY AND I WILL GO TO THE HAUSER N WIRTH BOOTH AND PLAY THE SHIT OUT OF THAT SHIT IN THE FUTURE ALL ART CRITICS WILL HAVE MUSES RITE NAU KANYE IS JERRYS MUSE MY MUSE WILL B JAMES FRANCO OBVI JUST CUT THAT BITCH RITE OUT THE WALL AND SEND IT TO MIAMI STREET ART AND SELFIES HAVE THE SAME AMOUNT OF FINE ART CAPITAL WHICH IS ZERO AND THE SAME AMOUNT OF SOCIAL CAPITAL WHICH IS ALSO ZERO IM AT MCDONALDS LISTENING TO KANYE SO FUCK EVERYTHING CINDY MARGOLIS MIAMI FOR EV IS KANYE OUR GENERATIONS NASTRADAMUS? A BUD LIGHT DRINKING DEEP GAME FISHING FLORIDA REDNECK 

DEAR JAMES FRANCO,
I THINK U ARE A BETTER ARTIST THAN U REALIZE. I KNOW THAT U THINK UR JUST DOING THIS FOR FUN R 2 CROSS GENRES W UR CELEBRITY *YOLO* N ALL THAT BUT I THINK THAT UR GESTURE EXTENDS FAR BEYOND UR AWARENESS. LETS SAVE THE DETAILS FOR LATER, WE ALL KNOW THAT THESE DAYS ART IS ABOUT MAKING BASELESS ASSERTIONS...WHO WANTS TO READ ANYWAYS?  NOT ME! 
♥ ANDREW
THE PAVEMENT UNDER THE FRONT END OF A BOXY TEAL VOLKSWAGEN RABBIT LIKE THE ONE MY DAD USED TO TALK ABOUT UNIDENTIFIED PHONE CALLS COOL APARTMENTS WARM BALMY STREETS OVERGELLED PELO CHINO FLIPPED TO THE SIDE ACCOMPANIED BY THICK SEVENTIES TORTOISESHELLED GLASSES CHRISTMAS TREES TRAMPLED INTO TO LIME GREEN POWDER ON THE CURB PUNGENT MEMORABLE CRUMPLED STIFF MAGAZINE ADVERTISEMENTS BLOWING ACROSS THE VANTAGE FROM RIGHT TO LEFT LIKE A CHINESE SCROLL LIKE A WESTERN MOVIE LIKE THE FALL WORN GREY MARBLED STAIRWAYS GARISHLY SELECTED TIE COLORS COBALT YELLOW MARS UMBER AND CHRISTMAS RED HANGING TIRED FLIPPANTLY FROM THE STARCHED NECKS OF MEDICAL STUDENTS RIDING NORTH BEAUTIFUL WAVERING ITALIAN OPERA ENTERING THE MESH OF THE BACK HALF OF MY  2TALL TRUCKER HAT LIMITED BY REPEATED ADJECTIVES POLLUTED RESPIRATION INTERIOR SHADOWED PHOTOSHOPPED LINES SEA SPONGES SCRUB KOREAN PERFORMANCE ART TATTOOS OFF SINEW DYED DIED GREEN WHITE ROSES MUSTY IN THE ARTIFICIAL AIR RESOLUTE POTENTIAL ENERGY TRYING TO REMEMBER LANGUAGE AS THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE WANT TO STEAL UR CELL PHONE HEAVENLY TINTED CERULEAN REFLECTING FROM GREAT OILED GASHES IN THE STREET CULTURAL SIMULACRA VIA SKI HATS VIA ANIMATED MOVIES CROUCHING IN A PLACE U USED TO CROUCH IN AND HAVENT CROUCHED IN FOR A LONG TIME GRASPING ONTO IDEAS LIKE AIR BUBBLES I HAVE TO BE WALKING THROUGH GROUPS OF PEOPLE TO CLINCH THEM FULLY I COULDNT DO THIS NEAR THE OCEAN AFTER ALL EVEN WHEN I AM TAKING A BREAK FROM MAKING THINGS AND COORDINATING THINGS I AM STILL MAKING THINGS AND COORDINATING THINGS THEY R JUST SLOPPIER AND LESS INVOLVED AND MORE GARBAGEY AND MORE TROLLY LIKE THAT STINKSPIRIT THAT CRAWLS INTO THE BATHHOUSE AND CHIHIRO PULLS ALL OF THE RUSTED BICYCLES AND SLUDGE OUT OF HIM AND WHEN HES LEFT WITH NOTHINGNESS HE FEELS CLEAN FLIES AWAY TAKE ME TO A CLEANSING HILLTOP VANTAGE WHERE I AM LISTENING TO JUAN LUIS GUERRA

I AM GOING TO RECORD ALL OF THIS WRITING OVER A PERFECT CIRCLE AND IT MAY BE EMBARRASSING BUT IT WILL NOT BE IRONIC

AFTER ONE PAGE OF TOLSTOY I CAN TELL THAT TAO LIN WOULDVELIKETVEBEEN HIS CADDY TAO LIN WOULD CADDY 4 TOLSTOY NE TIME NE PLACE HEY MA WERE HAVIN A BABY AT MIAMI BASEL! WEAR A BRITISH SUIT WHEN U TALK DIRTY TO ME ABOUT COLONIALISM WE ALL WALK AROUND IN SPACE THEN CONVERGE REPORTING FINDINGS ONLINE LIKE DARWINIAN PENPALS THE IRL IS NOW THE GALAPAGOS AND THERE ARE STRIKING OBSERVATIONS BEING MADE OF THE NATURAL WORLD RATHER SIMPLE AND LUCID BRILLIANT METAPHORS COME RUSHING LIKE WILD MUSTANGS IN SODDEN CONFEDERATE WEST VIRGINIAN MEADOWS, FRIENDS SELECTED EPISODES: 1995-1996, HOW MANY *PAID* RESIDENCIES CAN BE ATTAINED MAKING LIGHTLY CRITICAL BUT MAINLY CLEVER ONE LINED LO FI MEMES? HAS DOGE GOTTEN ANY YET? LOOKS LIKE POWHEDA HAS. EXTREMELY TALENTED AND INCREDIBLY ARTISTIC. LOOKING @ THE TURNER PRIZE WINNER ANNOUNCEMENT IS MY ONLY CHOSEN INTERACTION W CONTEMPORARY BRITISH ART JUST SURGERY THAT SHIT OFF ANGELINA JOLIE WAS A HOT TEENAGER BRITNEY SPEARS GOT A NOTHER NOSEJOB EUGENIO LOPEZ IS A COKE FIEND W MIDDLE CLASS TASTE BLASÉ  RICK PRINCE IS TONTIS I THINK KANYE IS BIPOLAR WUT ELSE IS THIS ART? ART IS PUTTING ON A FAKE TATTOO NEXT TO UR FRIEND LIKE ART IS EATING A BOWL OF SOUP NEXT TO UR FRIEND LIKE ART IS DIGGING THROUGH A PILE OF CLOTHES NEXT TO YOUR FRIEND OR BY YOURSELF AND SOMETIMES SADLY IN ORDER TO CONFIRM UR LINE U HAVE TO REJECT OTHER LINES LIFE IS JUST THAT WAY SAME AS MONKEYS OR TURTLES WE ALL HAVE A HERO IT TAKES A LONG TIME TO FIND A PLACE A LIFETIME AT 7 46 AM AS I WAS READING A NEW YORKER ARTICLE ABOUT EXES THAT COULD HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY SARAH JESSICA PARKERS CHARACTER ON SEX AND THE CITY THE TASTE OF BURNT BROCCOLI ENTERED MY MOUTH AND THE SMELL ENTERED MY MIND AND WATCHING THE SMOKE RISE FROM THE CHARRED  FORGOTTEN POT ON THE CERAMIC STOVETOP ON 36TH AVENUE IN SOUTHEAST PORTLAND NEAR REED COLLEGE ENTERED MY EYES. INTERNET GENERATION SOCIAL ART PRACTICES HELPING YOUR CONTEMPORARY PUT A TATTOO OF HELLO KITTY ON THE BALD PART OF HIS NECK A MEME OF RIKRIT TIRANIRVANAS SOUP KITCHEN CLEVER AN EXTENSION OF A LINEAGE CONTEXT IS EVERYTHING THATS A HOT DESIGN PROJECT TALK TO ME SOMEMORE ABOUT UR DESIGN PROJECT SOMEMORE

If a tree doesnt take a selfie there is no tree

TWEET ME FROM RHODE ISLAND FLUMMOX ME FROM RHODESIA CURATE ME FROM KUALA LUMPUR
NOTHING MEANS ANYTHING ANYMORE AND I DONT THINK ANYTHING EVER MEANT ANYTHING EITHER
SO SIT ON THE EDGE OF A POND AND WRITE ABOUT THINGS YOU SEE THE ART THAT THAT WOMAN MAKES KICKS THE ASS OF THE ART THAT THAT MAN MAKES WALKING LIKE A BEAUTIFUL BEAST SURGING DOWN THE LANE DO U WANT FRIENDS R DO U WANT MONEY A RADIANT GLOWING FISH SWIMMING JOSH SMITH BITES THE SHIT OUT OF MATISSE KALE AND KALE RECIPES AND KALE ACCESSORIES I PULLED OUT OF THREE ART SHOWS SO I CAN BUILD MY PRACTICE UP TO A RADIANT FISH SURGING ON THE LINE THERE ARE NO ARTISTS TO BE FOUND AT THE LIBRARIES WHAT IS A LIBRARY EVEN AND WHY WOULD I GO IF YOU CANT EXPRESS LINGUISTICS ON THE STREET UR A FAILURE THE LANGUAGE OF ART SHOULD B ACCESSIBLE OUTSIDE OF A GALLERY SPACE TO PEOPLE THAT EXIST OUTSIDE OF A GALLERY SPACE I DONT WANT TO ALIENATE THE VIEWER ANYMORE I ALWAYS WANTED TO AND I NEVER SUCCESSFULLY DID CLOSE THE SUBWAY DOORS AND LETS FLY ANY PAINT ON THE OUTSIDE WALL OF YOUR FRIENDS HOUSE OR SPILLED DOWN THE GUTTER OF THE STREET CORNER IS A PAINTING OR SPACKLED ONTO A PALM TREE NEXT TO THE AUTOBODY SHOP IS A PAINTING OR SCRAPED ONTO YOUR TAXI DRIVERS NISSAN TSURU IS ALSO A PAINTING OR CHICKEN BLOOD ON YOUR SMOCK OR SWEAT STAINS OR GREASE DEPOSITED ON YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD JAAKOS PALLASUVOS PAINTINGS R SO FUCKING GOOD DID U WATCH THAT NUPAINTING VID YET? A STAGGERING AMOUNT OF MEXICAN MEN USE GEL IN THEIR HAIR IT IS AN ART IT COULD EVEN BE PAINTING IF YOU LOOK AT IT CROOKEDLY OLD GREY WOMEN WEARING SHITTY BROWN POLYPROPYLENE MICROFLEECE LINT COVERED IMPORTED FROM CHINA TWEET ME FROM RHODE ISLAND FLUMMOX ME FROM RHODESIA CURATE ME FROM KUALA LUMPUR NOTHING MEANS ANYTHING ANYMORE AND I DONT THINK ANYTHING EVER MEANT ANYTHING EITHER TO SIT ON THE EDGE OF A POND AND WRITE ABOUT THINGS YOU SEE

I cant wait to cover my face in tramp stamps

VERY BADLY MAD BAD IDEAS GARBAGE

A MOTH A MOSQUITO CLINGING TO THE WALL A GENE EXPRESSION THAT CHOOSES WHETHER WE HAVE THE COURAGEOUS PRIVILEGE TO GET BACK ON THE HORSE OR NOT I AM STILL SCARED TO DRIVE I COULDNT BARE THE REPERCUSSIONS WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF WE LOST OUR FACE OR BODY WOULD WE LOSE OURSELVES WOULD WE ADAPT WOULD WE CRUMPLE AND STOP WOULD WE MARCH AHEAD WOULD WE REDEFINE OUR MEMORIES OUR SELF OUR INTERNAL IMAGE AS OUR FACE AND AS OUR BODY WOULD WE BECOME DETACHED AN UKIYO-E FLOATING WORLD WOULD WE MISERABLY CLINCH FOR DEARNESS TO THE PAST R WOULD WE WALK FIRMLY RESOLVED INTO THE PARTICULATE STORM OF THE FUTURE SQUINTING FIXED SUREFOOTED IMMORTAL IF U DONT WEAR GLASSES HOW WILL U PROVE UR INTELLIGENCE IN NACO NAQUIRRI NACIIISIMO PAPARAZZI FOTOSPREADS OF MUSEUM OPENINGS

THE PREPOSTEROUS NOTION THAT I WOULD EVER QUOTE A PHILOSOPHER IN MY WRITING 

A PAINTING THAT COPIES THE PATTERN OF THE SHIRT I WAS WEARING AT THE TIME CRIMSON CLOUDS WAFT LAZY ACROSS THE BACKSIDE OF PURPLE AND BLUE PALM TREES ALSO LAZY THE SMELL OF A NEW MUSEUM THE SOAPY LIGHT CANTALOUPE SKEINED MARBLEESQUE SURFACES FLAT BLACK ENAMEL RETICULATED MILITARY STEEL STAIRWELL HANDRAILS SPIRALING INTO THE OATMEAL VOID INTO THE STRING BANDS THE NEWSPRINT INTO THE PINK CHIFFON HAPPY TO SEE A BAD BALDESSARI THE INTERNET IS THE ONLY WORD HEMINGWAY NO LONGER HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH PHYSICALLY TRAVELING SINO UTTERLY LEAVING UR DISCIPLINE AND FORCEFULLY CREATING APPLIED THEORY FOR YOUR DISCIPLINE FROM VACATIONED CONTEXTS FLATISH RECTANGLES OR SQUARES DECORATED WITH COLOR THE MARKET IS PURELY BASED ON THE ARTIST THE ART IS A FLYER STAPLED TO A RUSTING SLUDGE COVERED TELEPHONE POLE CREAKING IN THE BREEZELESS NEON ORANGE TAR SMELL DAY WAVERING YELLOWED CRISP WRINKLED IN THE HIGHWAY DISTANCE OUT OF SIGHT OUT OF MIND MY HEART IS BEATING UNSTEADILY I CUT OFF THE CORNER OF THE DRYWALL WITH A CIRCULAR SAW AND SPRAYED THE REMAINDER FLAT BASE GREY IT IS LOOKING LIKE A JUNKY CAR SURFACE I AM IN BED UNCOMFORTABLE POISONED BY YESTERDAYS MUSEUM ART WORLD BULLSHIT UNNECESSARY COCAINE BINGE ROMA HAMBURGER FEAST HANS ULRICH WEARS THE SAME SHABBY BLUE SUIT EVERYDAY OF HIS LIFE N CANT MANAGE TO MANIFEST ANYTHING THROUGH FASHION I CANT TALK ABOUT ART RIGHT NOW I AM PULLING OUT OF A FEW SHOWS I NEED TO CONTROL MY LINE BETTER AND REBRAND MY WEBSITE 

HE FRESH LIVELY SHE OPINIONATED  FASHFORWARD PHOTOGENIC HIM SYMMETRICAL TENACIOUS AND GETTIN IT AND AND NOT HEARING NO FOR AN ANSWER NOW MELDING COALESCING SYNERGIZING RUNNING THE TABLE IRREVERENT AND HAPPY JUST TO BE AND PERFECT RIGHT NOW AT THIS MOMENT OF TIME ON A RANDOM THURSDAY OR FRIDAY NIGHT AT A WOULD LIKE TO BE LOUNGE IN CONDESSA BEFORE A CONTEMPORARY MUSEUM SPACE OPENS AND OUR HANGERS ON AND CONTEMPORARIES AND WANNA B FRIENDS AND WOULD LIKE TO B FRIENDS AND FORMER CRUSHES AND CURRENT FUCKS AND WANNA B CURRENT FUCKS CONTACTS FUTURE COLLECTORS GODFATHERS NEMESES ARE HERE AND EVERYTHING IS PERFECTLY ALIGNED LIKE THE STARS IN THE NIGHT LIKE THE LIGHT BULBS IN THE CEILING OF THIS VENUE COPYING FOR THE GOLDEN ERA OF MEXICAN FILM OR ATLANTIC CITY TO ILLUMINATE THE SHIT DRINKS AND THE SHIT CURATORIAL PROJECT AND ALL THE POOR PEOPLE IN FANCY CLOTHES AND ALL THE THE SPIRITUALLY POOR PEOPLE IN FANCY CLOTHES HUGGING AND KISSING AND COMPLEMENTING EACHOTHER AND CHAINSMOKING IN THE FRONT DOORWAY SMASHED TOGETHER AND THE TIME IS NOW I THOUGHT DURING A RAINSTORM WITH FRENCH DOORS OPEN TO THE STORM AND EVERYBODY GONE SNAPCHAT ME ABOUT NEW YORK FROM NEW YORK ONLY TALK ABOUT NEW YORK ONLY TALK TO ME FROM NEW YORK ABOUT N TO NEW YORK

PEÑA NIETO AND HANS ULRICH OBRIST WALK INTO A BAR

I GET FROM MANY CONVERSATIONS IVE HAD THAT YOUNG ARTISTS HAVE A PLAN FOR HOW THEY WANT THINGS TO PLAY OUT AS FAR AS A LONG TERM INSTITUTIONALLY EMBRACED LATER YEARSD CAREER AS EVERY EVENT PASSES BY IT GOES TO THE SCRAP BOOK TO BE HELD IN MINT CONDITION FOR RIZZOLI AND THE FUNNY THING IS THAT IN THE ART WORLD THIS EQUATES TO ARROGANCE WE HAVE TO POSTURE AS HUMBLE WE HAVE TO POSTURE AS JUST HAPPY TO RECEIVE WHATEVER TABLE SCRAPS WE GET THROWN WHEN U DAMN WELL KNOW EVERY NBA PLAYER IN HISTORY HAS BEEN DREAMING OF WINNING THE CHAMPIONSHIP SINCE HE WAS A TINY BOY AND WILL BELT THAT OUT WITH PRIDE AS TEARS STREAM FFROM HIS EYES AND THE CONFETTI STREAMS DOWN FROM THE RAFTERS FUCK THIS CULTURE OF FALSE HUMILITY AND GIVING RESPECT WHERE ITS NOT DUE THIS IS GOING INTO THE MONOGRAPH



ALMOST READY TO RELINQUISH MY ACCOUNT SUPERVISOR POSITION - CUZ MY PASSION IS REALLY SHOE DESIGN (60,000 ECHOES OVER THE BANALS OF POST-WHITE DOMINANT DOMAINS)

I SEE A TREMENDOUS AMOUNT OF PERFORMANCES W WOMEN ON THE FLOOR OR INVOLVING THE FLOOR I WONDER WHY THE FLOOR WHYY NOT NOT ON THE FLOOR I GUESS I DONT SEE MEN IDENTIFY WITH THEMSELVES AS ON THE FLOOR WHERE DOES THE INHERENT RELATIONSHIP BTWN THE FLOOR AND A FEMALE PERFORMANCE ARTIST COME FROM? A GENERATION THAT THINKS BEING ON THE INTERNET IS RECREATIONAL THEY JUST CANT HANDLE THAT ITS AN ABSTRACT INVESTMENT IN CULTURE THEY SAY MAKE ART HOW MUCH FUCKING ART DO U HAVE TO MAKE JAJA MY MEXICAN FRIEND IS GETTING MARRIED RIGHT NOW I FOUND OUT ON INSTAGRAM SHE WROTE MARRIED IN ENGLISH THE MOST IMPORTANT DAY IN HER LIFE AND SHE BARELY SPEAKS ENGLISH AND SHE WROTE MARRIED IN ENGLISH AND MEANWHILE I GOT INTO ANOTHER ARGUMENT TODAY OVER WHETHER IM A COLONIALIST OR NOT

IF UR A YIUNG DECENTLY SYMMETRICAL ARTIST IN NRW YORK WITH A LIL BIT OF A SPENDING STIPEND DONT GO TO SCHOOL JUST MAKE SURE TO ALWAYS HAVE COCAINE AT THE RHIZOME PARTIES AND UL GET FEATURED IN INTERVIEW N PURPLE REALLY FAST 4 RRSLZ. TODAY AFTER READING RICHARD PRINCES INTERNAL MONOLOGUE I REALIZED HES NOT SMART AT ALL YES A BIT CLEVER BUT THERES SOMETHING MISSING I ALWAYS THOUGHT HE WAS JUST BEING EVASIVE TURNS OUT HE JUST MIGHT NOT GOT IT. DAFT. SELFIES CANNOT B EARNEST AND IT IS WHAT IT IS U KNO U LUV THAT SHIT BC U COME FROM A DEEPLY THEATRICAL LINEAGE NO THNX 

GANGSTER RAPPERS :: JEWISH GODS :: ART INDUSTRIAL CURATORS 

OMG THAT WERK IS SOOOOO REDDI 4 MIAMI!!! RECORD MY READING AS A VIDEO THE NICK KNIGHT OF THE ART WORLD HOT DOT COM. THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH JAPANESE SCREENS IN CONTEMPORARY ART I HAVENT SEEN ANY. BLACKFRIDAY IS WHITTLING AWAY AT THANKSGIVING ITS COOL THO SHOPPING MAKES SENSE AS THE OFFICIAL HOLIDAY TO WORSHIP THE PAGAN GOD OF MONEY THE SIMULACRA'D REPLACEMENT OF SWEAT N TEARS SO NEW MILLENNI BOOKS TURNING INTO MARIO GARCIA TORRES PIECES TURNING INTO BOOKS A STUDY OF THE HYPERCONCEPTUAL UNNECESSISARITY OF ART AKA THE TRUCKSTOP BTWN BOOKS HOW DO YOU TAKE UR PHILOSOPHY? IN PAGE FORM OR SONICALLY OR LATENIGHT INHALED THROUGH A ROLLED UP POSTITNOTE OR ON THE ROCKS OR IN A GLOBULAR POOL OF MERCURY UNDER A GLOWINGRED HEAT LAMP INSIDE A GLASS BOX CUT INTO THE WALL LIKE A ZOO LIZARD CAGE IN AN OVERSIZED MEXICAN KUNSTHALL AS A SHOW OF THE POWER OF OUR PRIVATE BACKERS PAINTING FOR ALVARO A LINE FROM TOP LEFT TOP RIGHT BOTTOM LEFT BOTTOM RIGHT WITH AN ARROW IN THE BOTTOM CORNER ENAMEL HOUSEPAINT ON PRIMED COTTON TAMPED OUT DONT U EFFIN GET IT IRREVERENT I AM ARGUING THAT IF YOURE NOT ON THE INTERNET YOUR RIDING A HORSE IN CAR TIMES "I AM DOING WHATEVER I CAN NOT TO SHARE MY IDEAS WITH PEOPLE" THAT SHIT IS SO MASOCHISTIC SUFFERING 2 REJECT COLONIALISM MOVE TO AN ISLAND AND BURY URSELF ARTISTS ARE ESSENTIALLY PEOPLE THAT DEDICATE THEIR LIVES TO HAVING AND SHARING IDEAS SO IF YOURE NOT INTERESTED IN THAT YOU DONT FIT INTO MY MINDFRAME GTFO

CYNICISM TORN ASUNDER N THROWN OFF THE BRIDGE NEOSINCERELY ARRANGING ELEMENTS BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE HOW THEY R GOING TO LOOK AND I AM NOT SURE AND THAT IS NOT WORRISOME IN THE LEAST BABY STEPS REBOOTING LEARNING THE FUNDAMENTAL STACKING PROCESS WITH THE ALL AND NOTHING BY WHICH THE INTERNET INFORMS THE WAY MY HANDS BRUSH LIGHTLY BY FACTORY CEMENT WALLS AND LEAVE FINGERPRINTS ON DUSTY CARS AND PLACE TICKETS IN SUBWAY TURNSTILES WITH SERIALITY ACCESSING REFERENCING BRIDGING BRANCHING ALL GAPS AND INVERSELY SHUTTERING OFF FROM EVERYTHING DIGGING DEEPER THAN EVER AWAY FROM EVERYTHING A GOOSENECKED CLAM RECEDING INTO THE TIDE SEVERING TIME TO NO MORE THAN A PULSE OF BLOOD TRICKLING SLOWLY THROUGH THE VEINS OF A WINTERTIME FROG SOLID GREY CLAYBOUND UNDERNEATH ICESHEETS ARRANGING AND REARRANGING THINGS AS WE PLEASE AS ONE MIGHT DO WITH THE REMOTE CONTROLS AND ASHTRAY AND CARKEYS AND BALLPOINT PENS AND ZIGZAG ROLLING PAPERS ON THEIR COFFEETABLE BITS AND PIXELS AND STROKES AND FLAVORS AND CUES AND BLIPS DOTS HIHATS CROSSHATCHES BASELINES RESEMBLING THE POETRY OF ENOUGH GROUND-THROWN CHICKEN BONES THAT FINALLY A LUCID MESSAGE EMERGES IN GLORIOUS NONLITERAL NONLINEAR FURLS THE HINTS THE NOSE ACCENTS CLASHING PAIRING WHETHER BEAUTIFUL OR UGLY OR MORALLY UPRIGHT OR A LOPSIDED NOUVEAUINSTINCTUALIZED NEOPOSTPRIMORDIAL HIERARCHY IN TOW SLEEVES ROLLED UP TO SCUFFED ELBOWPOINT BRONZED ARMS SLIPPING INTO THE RIVER USING INTERROGATIVE METHOLOGIES TO MINE PRESCIENT SOMETHINGS FROM THE MASS COLUMNAL BASAL SWARM OF REFERENTIAL ICONOGRAPHED PRINCIPLED FLASHING STORIED ANNEALED FRAGMENTS HYPER FORMALIST E-CLIMATE BOILED AWAY SIGNIFIERS CHAINS BALLASTS AND FLOATS MARKED DISPLACED NOTED THEORIZED FLYING SMUDGED ITERATIONS DELUGING BURSTING FROM EVERY VORTEXING SQUARE MILLIMETER OF EVERY SECOND OF THE SATURATED SAPIENT ACREAGE OF OUR LIVES SPEAKING FROM US OR ABOUT US OR IN A WAY THAT WE ALLOW FOR

THERES THIS MOFUVKA THAT SHOWS UP IN MY FEISBOOK FEED WHO ALWAYS PAINTS HYPERREAL WHITE WOMEN PROPPING THEIR HEADS UP WITH ARMS CROOKED AT THE ELBOW BRACED BY THE HORIZONTAL LINE OF THE BOTTOM LIP OF THE CANVAS HIPS JUTTING UP LIKE A ROUNDTOPPED VOLCANIC HILL A CLASSICAL CONTRAPOSTO THAT THE BOI HAS MASTERED HARD BUT HES ONLY TRULY INTERESTED IN THE DRAPERY IN THIS CASE THE COLOR OF A RED FRUIT ROLLUP THE COLOR OF CHEETOS FUEGO GLOSSY ALIEN THIN WAXY SLIMY MOIST TRANSPARENT FLESH CLINGING TO THE VOLCANIC PEAK AND CRAWLING DOWN THE PALE RICHARD KERN-ESQUE ASS OF THE SUBJECT OVER THE GUM TURPENTINED MILLENNIA. AND HE EVEN GETS THIS INTERNET SHIT. THE PERFECT MARRIAGE BTWN HYPER MACRO AND OBSESSIVELY MICRO. SO MANY INESCAPABLE IRL CONDITIONS: POLITICS AT THE THANKS GIVING TABLE, STUCK IN THE BACK ROW OF A BAD ART FILM TO SATISFY A PEER, ETC. CLOSE THE WINDOW N SURF OFF TO A NETHERREALM OR WRITE ‘LOL’ TO EJECT. THE NEW FREEDOM TO COME AND GO AS WE PLEASE HAS DETACHED THE BURDENS FROM OUR EXPERIENCES N ACTIONS GONE ARE MORAL ETHICAL POLITICALLY WEIGHTED CONUNDRUMS WE DON’T GIVE A F ATTACHED TO PHYSICAL IRL CIRCUMSTANCE YO MAMA HYPER FORMALIST BOILED AWAY SIGNIFIERS CHAINS BALLASTS AND FLOATS ONLINE VISUAL TOYS CLIPPINGS OF HAIKUS TO BE ARRANGED AS WE PLEASE ANNOTATIONS ABBREVIATIONS EVENTUALLY ASSEMBLAGING SOME PLEASING GRACEFUL WITTY POETIC BARREN STOIC SINCERITY AS IT IS AS WE LEAVE IT TO BE THINGS ARE LIGHTER NOW, BUT NOT IRRESPONSIBLY SO, RATHER, AS THE RESULT OF GENERAL FAILINGS MIRED MUDSTUCK AND IN-CHECK ETERNALLY. THE INTERNET WE LEARN TIME STOPS WITHOUT REPERCUSSIONS N EMOTIONS N WE BRING THIS TO YOUR DOORSTEP. THIS IS KANYES TOUCHÉ TO LIL B NAMING HIS RAP ALBUM IM GAY ALOT OF BULLDOZIN COMIN OUT OF THE POP SUBGENRE OF POST-GANGSTER RAP
BUSY RECORDING MY WRITINGS OVER CARLOS SANTANAS ALBUM SUPERNATURAL 4 A SHOW ABOUT PHOENIX ARIZONA SWIMMING POOL CULTURE.


HAVE U EVER BEEN TO A RICH PERSONS HOME AND SEEN THEM TURN ON THEIR COMPUTER MACBOOK? BLOUINARTINFO.COM WILL 4 SURE B THEIR HOME SCREEN


IS THERE A DISTINCTION BTWN ART AND ART BASED POWER STRUGGLES BETWEEN ART INDUSTRIAL ENTITIES? AND I THINK THAT IS A FUCKING SEXY TOPIC FOR A MAG, BUT WHERES THE ART? ARTFORUM WOULD DO WELL TO B RENAMED ARTPOLITICSFORUM. AS A GALLERY YOU PAY FOR ADVERTISING IN THE MAGAZINE, SO ONLY OLD WORLD BORING CHELSEA EMPTY GHOST DEEP POCKETED PRIVATE TRUST FUNDED ENTITIES NEED APPLY, THE REST OF THE WORLD JUST USES FACEBOOK. THERE R TOO MANY IMPORTANT GESTURES FLOATING AROUND ON BLOGS AND TUMBLRS AND FACEBOOK WALLS THAT WOULD RATHER DIE THAN B PUBLISHED IN ARTFORUM AND R ONE MILLION TIMES MORE BEHOLDEN TO PUSHING ART SO WE ARE LEFT WITH THIS 200 PAGE BONEYARD THE ARTWORLD VOGUE SEPTEMBER ISSUE IS THIS WHAT ART IS? WHAT A JOKE AND I KNOW THERE IS BIG BUSINESS INVOLVED BUT YOU REALLY ACTUALLY DO NOT NEED TO HAVE AN ARTISTS 20 YEAR TRAJECTORY TO PLACE CONTEXTUAL RELEVANCE TO THEIR ART GESTURES AND THE DOT COM BOOM PROVED THAT THE NEW BUSINESS MODEL HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH TRACK RECORDS YOU DO, HOWEVER, NEED A TRAJECTORY TO ASSESS SECONDARY MARKET STANDINGS AND YOU STAUNCH OLD WHITE (ASSUREDLY) GUYS ARE REALLY LOST HERE IN THIS NEW LANDSCAPE SO ITS ART FORUM DOT COM PAID FOR BY CHRISTIES R WUT? ARTFORUM IS A DINOSAUR


I CAN NEVER REMEMBER MARTIN KIPPENBERGERS NAME WHEN I WANT TO TALK ABOUT HIM THIS IS ONE OF MY GREATEST SHAMES I HAVE TO GOOGLE SEARCH SOMETHING RANDOM LIKE GERMAN PAINTER WHO DIED IN THE 1990S EGG PAINTING HIRED OTHER PEOPLE TO MAKE HIS WORK AS HIS WORK MOMA RETROSPECTIVE


Im seeing and endless amount of this style of painting lately. Artists that grew up on the smooth transitioning grounds of Dali before they realized hes a verbose idiot and coming over the top with really crude figurative gestures



ITs chill. I have the same problem with it [Carrol Dunham] as I have with all of Francis Bacons work which is that its too composed. Too tight, you can tell what little brushes they used and that theyre super ocd

AND THEY DIDNT GIVE A FLYIN FUKK FRANCIS ALYS N THE CENTRO WITH A GUN NOPE YOSHUA OKON PAID POLICE SWANGIN BATONS NOPE HENNESSEY YOUNGMAN NO LOVE PETRA WHATEVS TAKASHI MURATA NOPE JON RAFMAN NOPE THEODORE DARST NOPE TABOR ROBAK NOPE NOPE THE RYAN TRECARTIN DID IT FOR THEM THO HIS WORK IS CATERED 2 THE HYPER A.D.D. POST INTERNET MIND FUX HAD THEM FEELING SO ANXIOUS N TRIPPED OUT IT REALLY IS PRODIGOUS WORK WEIRD WEIRD WORK AND THEY HAVE NO IDEA WHO TUPAC IS AND THEYRE ALL SELFIE STARS AND THEY ALL BOUNCE TO TECHNO MAN ITS FASCINATING SO I WANTED TO SHOW THEM THE ARCHITECTURE OF DOOM TALK ABOUT GOOD N EVIL BUTS ITS TOO HEAVY WHAT ART CAN APPEAL TO A FIFTEEN YEAR OLD KICKED OUT OF 10 SCHOOLS AND TALKIN BOUT 2 GURLS 1 CUP? ELECTRONIC MUSIC IS THE ANSWER SIMON COWELL IS A GENIUS WITH THOSE FUCKKBOIS ONE DIRECTION IT SMELLS LIKE ORANGES IN THE SUBWAY WHAT A GIFT N I ASKED THEM IF THEY THINK KIM KKARDASHIAN IS A PERFORMANCE ARTIST N THEY HAD NO ANSWER 4 ME THE END


WOULD YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF AN ARTIST? WOULD YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF A PERFORMANCE ARTIST? WHAT DO YOU THINK OF JAY ZS GESTURE AT PACE GALLERY IN NEW YORK THIS YEAR? DO YOU CONSIDER JAMES FRANCO TO BE AN ARTIST? DO YOU CONSIDER JAMES FRANCO TO BE A PERFORMANCE ARTIST? IF YOU DO THINK JAMES FRANCO IS AN ARTIST- WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE PIECES YOU MAKE? IS THE FINAL OUTPUT OF YOUR WORK GENERALLY DETERMINED BY YOU AND YOUR PRESENCE WITHIN A CONTROLLED SYSTEM? IS THE FINAL OUTPUT OF YOUR WORK GENERALLY DETERMINED BY DOCUMENTATION SOURCES SUCH AS PAPARAZZI / PRESS? WHEN YOUR PERFORMANCE IS COMPLETED BY PRINT OR VIDEO, IS THAT WHEN THE PIECE IS COMPLETED? OR IS THE ART SELF CONTAINED WITHIN YOUR GESTURE OF 'BEING'? CHRISTIAN JANKOWSKI ALSO INSERTS HIMSELF WITHIN EXTERNAL DOCUMENTATION SYSTEMS- DO U RELATE TO HIS WORK? WHAT  DO YOU THINK OF THE ARTWORK OF CINDY SHERMAN? OR DO YOU RELATE MORE TO CHRISTIAN BALES PERFORMANCE IN AMERICAN PSYCHO IE MASKING ONESELF? DO YOU ACKNOWLEDGE THAT YOU COULD BE AN ARTIST EVEN IF YOU SAY YOU ARENT? DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT MARCEL DUCHAMPS "FOUNTAIN" PIECE FROM 1917? IN "FOUNTAIN" DUCHAMP BROUGHT AN OBJECT INTO AN ART CONTEXT, MAKING IT INTO AN ART PIECE. FROM THAT POINT ON- IF WE SAY SOMETHING IS ART, ITS ART. SO ARE YOU ART? ARE YOU AN ART 'OBJECT'? ARE YOU A 'PIECE'? IF I SAY YOU ARE ART, DOESNT THAT MAKE YOU ART? OR DO I HAVE TO BE MORE ACCREDITED IN THESE THINGS? ARE YOU AWARE OF THE MEXICAN CURATOR CUAUHTEMOC MEDINA? HE FOUND HAND STITCHED HANDKERCHIEFS IN LOCAL CABINETS OF THE GERMAN COAL HILLS AND BROUGHT THEM INTO THE CONTEXT OF ART, EVEN THOUGH THEY WERENT MADE FOR THAT PURPOSE. SO DO YOU HAVE TO BE INSIDE A PARTICULAR SPACE TO SHIFT INTO AN ART GESTURE? OR NOW THAT MY GESTURE IS COMPLETE,  PARAMOUNT UPON YOU BEING AN ART OBJECT HAVE YOU AUTOMATICALLY SHIFTED INTO ONE OVER THE COURSE OF THESE QUESTIONS?


ID LOVE TO COLLABORATE WITH HE WHO SWATHES PALE SKINNED MODELS IN CHICANO YVES KLEIN BLUE ICP CLOWN FACED HAND STITCHED FLAGS ACCOMPANIED BY 90S HOOD DANGEROUS MINDS BACKPACKS AND ENVIROFRIENDLY WATER CANTEENS A FASHION SHOW BEATS AN ART SHOW ANY DAY OF THE WEEK SO MUCH WEIRDER AND FUCK HALLOWEEN THE MOST OVERBLOWN PEERPRESSURY HOLIDAY IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD


TODAY I HAD THE IDEA THAT JEANETTE HAYES IS THE PARIS HILTON OF THE ART WORLD SHE SHOULD TAKE THIS AS A HUGE COMPLIMENT IT ASSUREDLY REQUIRES A TREMENDOUS AMOUNT OF WORK AND STAGING TO APPEAR SO EFFORTLESS THESE KIND OF LIFESTYLE PERFORMANCE PACKAGES SEEM FUCKING RIGOROUS BUT YOU PROBABLY JUST FALL INTO IT LIKE GOING TO THE GYM ROUTINELY IN FACT I DO IT TOO IN A LOT OF WAYS DO YOU THINK SHES FROM JERSEY OR IDAHO OR FUCKIT I HOPE SHES UES BORN N BRED I HOPE SHE LIVES ABOVE THE RALPH LAUREN FLAGSHIP LOCATION THAT WOULD B INTERESTING FOR THE WORK DO YOU THINK SHE DOES FACE PEELS A LIKE CHRISTIAN BALE IN AMERICAN PSYCHO WHAT IF SHE JUST DOESNT FEEL LIKE IT ONE DAY CAN SHE TURN OFF HER PHONE AND ORDER DOMINOS AND WATCH SEX N THE CITY OR IS THAT ALSO PART OF THE LIFESTYLE PERFORMANCE? BC MY FRIEND SENT ME THE LINK TO A SHOW SHE HAD (ITALY?) AND ON THE SURFACE THE WORK WAS HORRENDOUS_ BUT I TOLD HIM NO THATS NOT THE WORK THE WORK IS HER CONDE NAST FASHION EDITOR COLD BUSINESS SMILE POSING IN FRONT OF THE WORK IN A BLAZER_ THE WHOLE PROCESS IS AN ELABORATE SETUP TO GET PURPLE DIARY TO COME AND COMPLETE THE GESTURE PHOTOGRAPHICALLY AND POST THE COMPLETED GESTURE IN THEIR BLOG ALONGSIDE SLUTTEVER AND VOILA! POETRY IN MOTION THE LAYERS ARE INTERESTING THIS IS WHAT I EXPLAINED TO MY FRIEND RENE AND HE DIDNT BUY IT NOT EVEN ONE FUCKIN WORD OF IT BUT THIS IS ONLY POSSIBLE NOW NEVER B4 AND THATS WASSUP ON MONDAY BEFORE A STUDIO VISIT I WAS RECOUNTING ART OF WAR MANTRAS SHE TOLD ME MY BASES MIGHT B TOO COVERED AND WHERE IS THE SELFDOUBT AND WHEN AM I GONNA BURN OUT I TOLD HER I WAS STRONG SOMETIMES DEVILS ADVOCACY JUST DOESNT PERTAIN OR PERHAPS SOMETIMES WHEN YOU CANT B SALVAGED THEY JUST LET U DOWN EASY IS TRACY EMINS THE BRITNEY SPEARS OF THE ART WORLD? IS JERRY SALTZ THE CARSON DALY OF THE ART WORLD? SOME DUDE FROM BHQFUNIVERSITY SAID SOME DUMB SHIT THATS IT 


A ONE METER CUBED ARRANGEMENT OF WHITE FLOWERS TEN KINDS TO BE EXACT SPECIFICALLY DESIGNATED HOUSED IN A 40 CENTIMETER VASE SITTING ON A ONE METER FLOATING PEDESTAL IN THE MIDDLE OF A SARCOPHAGAL WHITE SPACE SEEMINGLY BUILT FOR THIS 

SITTING CROUCHED NEXT TO THE METRO TRACK SUDDENLY PUSHED INTO THE TRAIN FLASH FORWARD TO THE EULOGY AT THE FUNERAL WHERE SOME SOMBER OLD WHITE MAN SAYS LOUDLY HE DIED AS HE LIVED LISTENING TO CHOPPED AND SCREWED FUCK BUTTONS AND TALKING SHIT ABOUT ART
AS IMPORTANT AS SUCCESS IS IN THE EYES OF MY STEP FATHER FAILURE IS INFINITELY MORE BEAUTIFUL AND I UNDERSTAND IT W ZEALOTRY

THERE HAVE BEEN MORTARS GOING OFF IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD FOR THE LAST 48 HOURS CAR ALARMS GOING OFF AND SHIT DAY OF THE DEAD 3 WEEK PARTY IS THIS WHAT WAR IS LIKE I WANT TO EXPERIENCE IT ONE TIME AS LONG AS I DONT DIE MY MOMS NOT VERY HAPPY ABOUT THIS COMMENT AND IM GONNA SPRAYPAINT OVER THAT MURAL IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE JUST BEKUZ EVEN IF I DONT MAKE A GOOD PAINTING R WRITE A GOOD POEM R SAY SOMETHING COOL R TAKE A GOOD PICTURE OF A CAR HOOD TO SAVE MY LIFE IM GONNA KEEP TRYING MY BAD AGGRESSIVE CRITIQUES HAVING THEM ARTWERLDERS TALKIN SHIT IN PRIVATE EMAILS IN SECRET FOLDERS BEHIND JAPANESE SCREENS COMPUTERS SCREENS AND CLOSED DOORS THATS OK IM TRYING TO BE MYSELF AND HAVING MODERATE SUCCESS AND FEELING MODERATELY SUCCESSFUL AND I REALLY JUST DONT SEE THIS SHIT COMING FROM ANY OF YALL AND MAYBE UR SMARTER R WISER R MORE CLEVER BUT U CANT SAY UR HONEST R MAYBE U CAN OH WELL I STILL TAKE PRIDE IN FLINGING GESTURES INTO SPACE EMITTED FROM EVERY HORRIBLE PORE AT LEAST THESE COSTCO BRAND HIKING SOX R SUPER SUPER COMODO. EXHAUSTION PERSEVERANCE AND WAR. LO FI THE HAND ECONOMY PAIRED DOWN RAW UGLY HONEST LOUD EVERYWHERE HYPER PRODUCTION UNEDITED IMMEDIACY. PHYSICALITY SCUMBLY BROKEN OFF BALANCE ASYMMETRY YELLING CHALLENGING HEADBUTTING TEXTURED PATHS MISTREATED MISSPELLED ERRORS MISTAKES PATTERNS DISSOLVING RUPTURING REPEATING CHANGES. FIRST THOUGHT BEST THOUGH KEEP IT SIMPLE STUPID. I DARE A MEXICAN COLLECTOR TO BUY THIS. DMXS SONGS TO GOD ARE SO MUCH BETTER ONCE U KNOW HES A CRACKHEAD. AHAB IN A JUNKYARD SMOKING A CIGAR. IM REALLY SCARED ABOUT MEETINGS WITH CURATORS BECAUSE I THINK I KNOW WHAT THEY ARE LOOKING FOR AND I AM NOT IT. ART AND BUSINESS HAVE BCOME SONE CONFLATED I HAVE TO ACT SUPER CONFIDENT DOING A PITCH. THAT DRIVES ME FUCKING CRAZY I AM A PERSON THAT FEELS INTIMIDATED BY THE IDEA OF REJECTION  HOW COULD I NOT HOW COULD U NOT? WE R LOOKING FOR PRODUCTION AND INTERNET DERIVATION IN THESE DAYS. WE R LOOKIN FOR POLISHD PRODUCTS N PRESS RELEASES AND MANICURES IN THIS ART WORLD NOT SOME MY BALLS R MY WORD FIGHTER THAT MAKES AND SAYS WHAT THEY MAKE AND SAY BECAUSE NOONE ELSE DOES BC THEY WANT TO SEE AND HEAR THOSE THINGS IN THIS FAB FAB CLEVER CLEVER TONGUE-BITING POLITICAL UNFREE CORPORATE-POLICY-D PLACE I THINK ITS VERY BEAUTIFUL THAT WHETHER I PASS OR FAIL ILL MAKE CONTENT FROM IT FOREVER MY FRIEND THEO IS COOL AS A CUCUMBER BUT IM A PROBLEM CHILD WITH A SMART MOUTH AND TOO MUCH FREEDOM AND THANK TUPAC AND MY SHIRT IS FALLING OF MY BODY LIKE A BARBEQUE RIB THRASHING, THRASHING AND NOT MOVING ANYWHERE. A FRECKLE FACED DARK EYED SINISTER CHIMPANZEE WITH A TENTHOUSAND MILE STARE FULL OF ICECREAM INTERESTED IN HIBERNATING FOR A LONG TIME NOTHING TO BE PROUD OF AT ALL NOT IN THE LEAST I JUST LINED THE CEILING TRIM WITH PAINTED ROLLS OF TOILETPAPER THAT LOOK LIKE JAPANESE NATIONAL TREASURES PEOPLE SAY ART IS WORTHLESS BUT THERES NOTHING MORE RIDICULOUS I SPENT THE DAY WATCHING STEVE ROEGGENBUCK VIDEOS AND CHARLEMAGNE VIDEOS NOW IM ON A STALLED METRO AND IM GOING TO CANCEL CLASS AND GO BUY TRASH BAGS AND THROW MY FRANCIS BACONESQUE STUDIO AWAY THERES ELUSIVE HOPE PEEKING THROUGH THE BRAMBLES THE UNIVERSE SAYS YES AND OPENS THE TURNSTILE AND GESTURES YOU THROUGH I JUST AVERTED A MAJOR EMERGENCY AND NOW LEANING AGAINST AN EIGHT FOOT TEMPERED GLASS WINDOW OUTSIDE THE PRINTSHOP LISTENING TO SOUND IN THE COOL PTHALO EVENING THERE ARE FIREWORKS BURSTING GOLD OVER THE SKYLINE OF FACTORY BUILDINGS WOW THIS IS THE HOPE LEAVING ITS COLORFUL SHIMMERING SHADOW IN THE CORNER OF THE EYE FLICKERING BY FAST LIKE A KOI POND GLASS RACECAR IT MAKES ALL THE CONFUSED TRIPE I WRITE LOOK OBSCENE BLINDFOLDED UNNECESSARY TRYING TO UNDERSTAND THE INSANE COMPLEXITY OF HUMILITY AS IT PERTAINS TO ARTISTS PEOPLE WHO SPEND 24 HOURS A DAY FANTASIZING ABOUT IDEAS WITHIN THE CONTEXT OF THEIR CAPACITY (PERHAPS ETHICALLY) 2013 DOESNT LOOK LIKE A WORLD WHERE HUMILITY CAN SURVIVE HUMILITY DIDNT SURVIVE TOO WELL IN HISTORY BOOK EITHER. THE TREND DRAWN BY ZINNS BOOK IS THAT HUMANS REVOLT AND ARE KILLED BY THE MAN AND NOTHING SHIFTS OR CHANGES. THE RITUALS OF ART ARE PRIMITIVE AS ALL HELL


DOES AMALIA ULMAN PRETEND TO BE STUPID IN INTERVIEWS IS THAT HER ARTIST PERSONALITY IS SHE A SECRET PREDATOR FISHING FOR ART WORLD LECHERY, WRAPPING THE LECHERS AROUND HER LITTLE FINGER A MASTER OF UPWARD MOBILITY IS SHE A GREAT PERFORMANCE ARTIST AFTER ALL? I HOPE SHES SECRETLY A GENIUS ON SOME ANDY WARHOL SHIT OR IS SHE THE VISUAL ART VERSION OF MARIE CALLOWAY A BOOKMARK A FILLER THE INTERIM OCCUPANCY OF A VOID IS IT EASIER TO CURATE THE WORK OF AN ARTIST WHO IS A UBIQUITOUS DOLLOP OF EVERYONE ELSES WORK ON THE INTERNET A HUMMING PINK PURPLE FAKE BULLSHIT GIRLY CLOUD PUERILE BLAND WHITE INTERNET TUMBLR NOISE PUT THAT SHIT IN YOUR SHOW AND INSTEAD OF TALKING ABOUT THE DECISIONS THAT AN ARTIST MADE TALK ABOUT THE LACK THEREOF GET A BABY ADDICTED TO RITALIN AND GIVE THEM A SMART PHONE AS AN ART PIECE IF YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT NOW. MAYBE ILL CHANGE MY MIND ABOUT AMALIA ULMANS WORK BUT THERE IS THIS DESSERT IN MEXICO THAT MEN AND WOMEN CARRY IN METAL BAKING SHEETS ON THEIR HEADS IN THE STREET THIS DESSERT LOOKS LIKE SOMEWHAT LIKE A CANOLI BUT HAS A FLUORESCENT MAGENTA SHELL FILLED WITH PERHAPS MERINGUE AT FIRST GLANCE I BOUGHT ONE ONCE WHEN I WAS NEW TO MEXICO AND STUCK IN TRAFFIC I TOOK A BITE OF IT: NOTHINGNESS. I WAS EATING NOTHINGNESS IT WAS THE MOST UNSATISFACTORY NOTHINGNESS, ALMOST TO THE POINT OF GROTESQUE. I HAD TO WIPE MY TONGUE OFF ON MY SHIRT IT WAS THE GROSS CHEMICAL NOTHINGNESS HAVE YOU HAVE HUFFED DUST-OFF? IT WAS THE DUST-OFF NOTHINGNESS AIRY CHEMICAL DOCTORS-OFFICE WOODEN TONGUE DEPRESSOR NOTHING. NEVERTHELESS, EVERYDAY I WALK AROUND THE CITY AND SEE PEOPLE EATING THEM. I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND HOW THIS EXAMPLE PERTAINS TO THE BIGGER THRUST OF THIS PARAGRAPH. I WOULD LIKE TO BE CONVINCED OTHERWISE AND AM OPEN TO THE POSSIBILITY, PLEASE HELP ME WITH AN EXPLANATION SHOULD YOU HAVE ONE. BY PUTTING THESE QUESTIONS INTO A PUBLIC SPACE I AM HOPING TO CREATE A CONVERSATION THAT BRINGS ANSWERS RESOLUTIONS OF DOUBTS AND CLARITY, NOT TO INSULT. THIS IS MY PROCESS FOR LEARNING ABOUT ART

TRULY NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON MENTIONED THE DEATH OF ARTHUR C DANTO ON THIS WRETCHED AGGREGATE OF PSEUDO INTELLECT MY MOM IS COPYING MY ART IDEAS AND THATS HOW I KNOW IVE MADE IM 2 ATHLETIC 2 B AN INTERNET ARTIST ALSO I AM NOT RICH ENOUGH DRIVING BKWRDS TWO BLOCKS PAST 30 MIDNIGHT COPS IN RIOT GEAR HONKING SWEARING LAFFIN SKRILLEX WUMPING FUCKING DRUNK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT PROTECTED BY KIPPAHS IN MEXICO ONLY WARHOL IS THE POST-INDUSTRIAL REMBRANDT I WAS THINKING ABOUT THIS IN THE SHOWER IT COULDNT BE ANYONE ELSE I WAS HUNGOVER AND THINKING ABOUT HOW THIS RELATES THE THE RAPGAME THEN I WENT TO THE MALL TO OPEN A BANK ACCOUNT WATCHING A WOMAN WITH A FAKE ASS WITHDRAWING MONEY. I CANT WRITE FOR OLD FAILED BANKRUPT WHITE DOGS MIDDLEAGED ON FACEBOOK TRYING SO HARD TO LOGRAR SOMETHING THAT THEY FUNDAMENTALLY MISUNDERSTAND I CANT WRITE. BEAUTIFUL HORRIBLE SIMPLE INEXPLICABLE THING. IF IT SELLS IT IS GOOD, RITE?

WHAT IS THE REQUIRED VETTING PROCESS B4 A BIG ARTIST RESPONDS TO THE EARNEST INQUIRIES OF A SUPPLE YOUNG MIND IS IT BETTER FOR US TO HIDE BEHIND A HEROIC ACCOLADE-BASED ETHOS THAN EXPOSE OURSELVES AS TWO LEGGED MAMMALS? CAN AN ARTIST REACH A CERTAIN ESTEEM THAT CRITIQUING THEM IS LIKE CRITIQUING A MONUMENT THAT SITS PERMANENTLY FIXED IN TIME? DO YOU STILL GET NERVOUS THAT MAYBE THE MESSAGE WONT COME ACROSS? DO YOU EVER FEEL RUSHED? IN WHAT WAYS HAS 'SUCCESS' BENEFITTED UR PROCESS DOES THE BULB BURN AS BRIGHTLY AS EVER OR DOES IT WANE? CAN HIGH FABRICATION COMPENSATE? HOW HAVE UR GOALS CHANGED HOW HAVE UR NEEDS CHANGED? HOW HAVE UR GOALS CHANGED HOW HAVE UR NEEDS CHANGED? IS IT HARDER OR EASIER THAN EVER TO BE RECKLESS? WHEN U REACH THE STATUS OF HUGE TOP 25 INTERNATIONAL ARTIST, DOES PUSHING UR BRAND BCOME EMBEDDED IN ALL OF YOUR DAILY ACTIVITIES? R DO THE ART WORLD MECHANISMS TAKE OVER N YOU JUST PUT CONTENT INTO A DEFINED PRESS SYSTEM WHERE IT IS THEN PROLIFERATED VIA ALLIED SOURCES? DOES AN ARTIST REACH A CERTAIN POINT IN THEIR CAREER WHERE STREET CREDIBILITY NO LONGER JUSTIFIES EXPOSING THEIR HUMANITY? DOES PARANOIA SET IN? DO YOU WONDER WHAT PEOPLE WANT FROM YOU OR WHAT THEIR PLAN TO USE YOU IS? DO YOU HAVE ANY INTEREST IN HELPING YOUNGER ARTISTS ON THEIR PATH? R DOES THAT GO AGAINST UR EXISTENTIALIST VIRTUES? DID YOU HAVE A MENTOR? WHY DO YOU SUPPOSE THE GAME WE PLAY IS SO SOLITARY? DOES THAT BENEFIT US IN THE END? A BELIEVER IN THE SINK OR SWIM METHOD? PERHAPS IT GOES AGAINST YOUR PRIVATE NATURE OR PERSONA TO RESPOND AND IF THATS THE CASE MY APOLOGIES


I WILL LIKE YOU ON ALL MEDIUMS


WE RISE IF WE WANT TO RISE

NO ONE CAN STOP ME FROM PUTTING FINGER PRINTS ON THINGS NO ONE CAN STOP ME FROM DOWNLOADING MOZART AND SLOWING IT DOWN NO ONE CAN STOP ME FROM CRITIQUING YOU OR CRITIQUING ME PEOPLE SHOULD DO WHAT THEY WANT NO ONE CAN STOP ME FROM WRITING WORDS AND SAYING WORDS AND THINKING WORDS NO ONE CAN STOP ME FROM MAKING TOILETPAPERROLL SCULPTURES THAT ROT AND FESTER ON MY LIVING ROOM FLOOR IN ANONYMITY 


IF YOU WANT TO SHOW WORK SHOW THAT SHIT WHO CARES WHERE HANG IT IN YOUR LIVING ROOM ABOVE YOUR COUCH OR MAKE YOUR TOILET A PEDESTAL FOR DISPLAY SET UP A TRIPOD RECORD YOUR PERFORMANCE DO IT IN THE STREET OR THE FOREST OR NEXT TO THE OCEAN OR WRITE ABOUT IT LATER TO DOCUMENT IT PUT IT ON YOUR BLOG ON YOUR FACEBOOK ON YOUR TUMBLR ON YOUR INSTAGRAM PUT IT IN THE MAIL PUT IT IN A SCRAPBOOK AND FORGET ABOUT IT FRIEND PEOPLE WITH POWER TO CHANGE YOUR LIFE FRIEND CURATORS OR ARTISTS OR COLLECTORS OR GALLERISTS THAT YOUVE READ ABOUT IN THE NEWS FRIEND THE FORBES TOP FIFTY FRIEND YOUR RICH PARENTS RICH FRIENDS AND THEIR CHILDREN GET IN TOUCH WITH THEM BUILD A RAPPORT ITS UP TO YOU FUCK MEN FUCK WOMEN FUCK AN INSTITUTION FUCK AN OFFICIAL PLATFORM FUCK AN UNOFFICIAL PLATFORM FUCK A PLATFORM AT ALL U DONT NEED THAT ANYMORE FIND A WAY TO RELAY YOUR ART OPINION TO PEOPLES EYES AND BRAINS THATS ALL IT TAKES SOME PEOPLE WILL AGREE SOME PEOPLE WILL DISAGREE IF YOU WANT TO CONTROL PRESS WRITE ABOUT YOURSELF WRITE ABOUT YOUR SHOWS WRITE ABOUT WHAT YOU SEE OR HEAR OR WANT TO SEE OR HEAR PAY FOR TWITTER FOLLOWERS THE MORE COMPETENT YOU CAN BE THE BETTER IN THIS REDUNDANT LIFETIME GAME YOU’VE SIGNED UP TO PLAY HOW ARE YOU SELLING YOUR IMAGE HOW ARE YOU PUSHING YOUR IMAGE YOUR IMAGE PUSHES YOUR WORK YOUR WORK PUSHES YOUR IMAGES A ROLLING STONE GATHERS NO MOSS SEX SELLS IF YOU ARE AN UNDERAGE FEMALE NET ARTIST SHOW DAT SKIN GET DOSE GRANTS GURL THESE GENDER BASED GROUPS PRIVATE R PUBLIC ARE MASTURBATORY THESE GENDER BASED SHOWS ARE MASTURBATORY THESE GENDER BASED CONVERSATIONS ARE MASTURBATORY SHOW UR WORK WITH THE BEST PEOPLE YOU CAN OR THE PEOPLE WHOSE WORK U LIKE THE MOST OR THE PEOPLE U LIKE THE MOST OR TAKE ANYTHING OFFERED THE LIL B METHOD OR MAKE MONEY IN WALL STREET FIRST THE JEFF KOONS METHOD OR BE MEDIA FAMOUS FIRST THE JAMES FRANCO METHOD OR DIE IN A BASEMENT UNKNOWN MANY PEOPLEVE FOLLOWED THIS METHOD LEAVING NO DIGITAL FOOTPRINT CAN CREATE MYSTERY THUS MARKET DESIRE BE A VESPER GET A COLUMBIA DEGREE YOU CAN SHOW YOUR WORK WITH CAROL BOVE IN SOHO LIKE N DASH OR CREATE A HUGE DIGITAL WEB OF CONTENT TRANSPARENCY CAN SOMETIMES CREATE A BASAL UNDERSTANDING THUS EMPATHY FROM THE CHILDREN OF A COLLECTOR THAT YOU SNORTED BAD END OF THE NIGHT CRUMBS WITH IN A BASEL BATHROOM OR A TOLUCA MUSIC FESTIVAL SOMEONE TOLD ME ONCE TO BE NICE TO EVERYONE NO BE YOURSELF TO EVERYONE DO WHAT UR COMFORTABLE DOING SAY WHAT UR COMFORTABLE SAYING BE WHO UR COMFORTABLE BEING AN OVERBLOWN ROMANTIC OUTOFCONTROL ON AIRS ARTIST PERSONA IS ONE OF THE LEAST PLEASANT THINGS IN THE WORLD TO COME ACROSS I HAVE KNOWN A FEW OF THESE PEOPLE THEIR KNEES COLLAPSED WHEN THEY HIT THE WALL OF REALITY ALL THOSE PEOPLE WHO SELL ONE PIECE TO EACH OF THEIR PARENTS FRIENDS WITH BAD TASTE UNTIL THEY EXHAUST THEIR LOCAL MARKET POTENTIAL CUT THEM LOOSE DOGGIE AND GALLERISTS ELIMINATE THAT SHIT FROM YOUR ROSTER ITS FESTERING ITS BAD FOR THE GAME HAVE SOME FUCKING GODDAMN VISION FOR ONCE PEOPLE WHO SEEM CRAZY OR POWERFUL OR INTENSE BECAUSE THEY BELIEVE WHAT THEY SAY AND DO WHAT THEY SAY ARE THE BOMB THOSE SHY ARTISTS THAT ARE GENUINE THOSE AWKWARD ARTISTS THAT ARE GENUINE THOSE FUCKIN NONFUNCTIONAL WEIRDO ARTISTS THEY ARE THE BOMB TOO I CANT HANG WITH THE ARTISTS WHO HIRE ASSISTANTS TO TAKE CARE OF THEIR CHILDREN BC THE ARE TOO BUSY PLANNING PSEUDOCONCEPTUAL SCHEMES TO GENERATE REVENUE KICK IT WITH YOUR KIDS BRO EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN IF A HUMAN DOESNT GIVE UP THERE IS NOTHING THAT YOU CAN TAKE FROM THEM THE COOL HAND LUKE METHOD IF I SAY SOME REAL SHIT TO YOU YOU MAY LEARN OR YOU MAY PUNISH ME FOR MAKING YOU EAT THE DIRT OF TRUTH AND THAT POSSIBILITY IS SOMETHING THAT I MUST BE AWARE OF BEFORE I SPIT GAME ON WAX THERE IS NO MORE ROOM IN THIS WORLD FOR IGNORANCE WITHOUT REPERCUSSIONS SO PLAY CHESS MOFUCKERS BALL OUT MONEY BY THE TON THE WRITING IS NOT ON THE WALL THE WRITINGS ON THE BATHROOM STALL WHOS GONNA GET SUM PUBLIC UPS BANKSY HAS NEVER EVER EVER BEEN WASSUP AND IF YOU THINK SO GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE UR A SIMPLETON

PEOPLE 'FEEL' 'SMART' AROUND 'ART' THAT THEY 'UNDERSTAND'

SAY WHAT YOU WANT OR WHAT YOU BELIEVE OR WHAT NEEDS TO BE SAID OR KEEP A STIFF UPPER LIP MAKE FRIENDS MAKE ENEMIES THEY BOTH OPEN OPPORTUNITIES TO DEFINE WHO YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU MAKE AND WHAT YOU RELATE TO AND WHY KNOWING MORE IS BETTER THAN KNOWING LESS FORGETTING CAN BE GOOD FORGETTING CAN BE DANGEROUS SOMETIMES OLD PEOPLE NEED TO BE TOLD THEY ARE JUST TOO OLD TO BE IN THIS RACE ITS COOL IT WILL HAPPEN TO ME TOO CRITIQUING IS NOT ABOUT BEING AN ASSHOLE ITS ABOUT REFINING WHAT YOU ARE LOOKING FOR AND WHAT YOU THINK CRITIQUE BECAUSE U WANT TO SHARE WHAT U THINK OR TO HELP OTHERS APPROACH THE ISSUE DIFFERENTLY OR BECAUSE THERES AN ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM THAT NEEDS DISCUSSING OR BECAUSE UD LIKE TO CODIFY UR THOUGHTS ON THE MATTER PERHAPS UNDER THE EXACERBATING PRESSURE OF A PUBLIC FORUM PERHAPS FOR YOUR OWN SAKE THIS IS AN HONESTY GAME THERE IS STILL POWER IN GANAS IN BALLS IN TAKIN IT TO EM CODDLING ADULTS DOES NOT HELP ADULTS OPINIONS CAN CHANGE WE ARE HUMANS WE ARE NOT ROBOTS NO ONE CAN TAKE ANYTHING FROM YOU THAT YOU ARENT WILLING TO GIVE AWAY SOMETIMES DOORS CLOSING IS A GOOD THING SOMETIMES DOORS OPENING IS A BAD THING WE SHOULD KEEP MOVING GROWING EXPANDING REFINING REDEFINING TIME DOES CULTURE DOES WE MUST TOO ONCE YOU MASTER SOMETHING PICK UP SOMETHING NEW TARGET A WEAKNESS OF YOURS IMPROVE YOUR ARMOR IMPROVE YOUR REPERTOIRE MOST LONG TERM GAINS REQUIRE SHORT TERM SACRIFICES YOU CANNOT SAVE LAZY PEOPLE YOU CANNOT DRAG PEOPLE ALONG WHO LACK TENACITY WHO LACK FIGHT WHO LACK OPENNESS WHO LACK GROWTH CAPABILITY CUT THAT DEAD WEIGHT YOU ARE A BUSINESS NOW WHAT DO THEY CALL IT OH YEAH STREAMLINING ALSO WE ARE IN THE FUCKING ART WORLD THIS TALK ABOUT LASHING OUT AT THE 1% COULDNT BE MORE TRITE LOOK AROUND THE ODDS ARE GOOD THAT THE 1% ARE YOUR PARENTS YOU ARE THE 1% WHATEVER THE FUKK THAT MEANS JUST THINK AND THINK AND THINK EVEN IF YOURE A FLY-BY-THE-SEAT-OF-YOUR-PANTS-DASH-SNOW ARTIST YOU HAVE THINKING TO DO DONT BE FOOLED WHEN ARTISTS PLAY STUPID ITS A FASHIONABLE BUSINESS MODEL SOME1 ON MY FB PAGE JUST SAID THE DIGITAL MOVEMENT ISNT GETTNG PRESS NO MAMES IT IS THE PRESS! WUT U WANNA GET PAID FOR WRITING? FUCK THAT FOCUS ON PUSHING CULTURE WER TALKIN FREE INTELLECTUAL ENTERPRISE YOUR BLOGS AND RHIZOME ARTICLES AND FACEBOOK POSTS R BEING DISBURSED TO THE ETHERS THEY HAVE SO MUCH DAMN JUICE UR CUP RUNNETH OVER U DONT REALLY EXPECT TO GET RICH OVER NIGHT DO YOU? U WOULDN’T SHOULDNT PAY $10 FOR THE BARREN FAUX CULTURE OF ART FORUM TO SAVE UR MOMMAS LIFE THIS AINT YBA U KNO RICH WHITE MEN R TIGHTWADS WHEN IT COMES TO BREAKING OFF PIECES OF THEIR INHERITANCES THE HOMEBOI SAATCHI IS OUT THE DAMN EASE DOWN IF YOU CONTROL CREATIVE PROGRESS AND YOU CONTROL DIGITAL PRESS AND YOUR SOCIAL MEDIA GAME IS LOCKED DOWN AND YOUR MORALE IS FLYING ITS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME A GOLD MEDAL BLUE CHIP FORMULA FUCK TRADITIONAL MEDIA ART FORUM HAS A BOARD TO REPORT TO N U KNOW BLOUIN ARTINFO AND MODERN PAINTER AND NYTIMES AND THE POST AND THE JOURNAL ARE CROOKED AS FUCKING FUCK AND FEEDING PAVLOVIAN WORDCOUNTS TO OLD MEXICAN OIL BARON FONT TRIPPERS ALL THOSE MOFUCKERS ARR GOING TO DIE LITERALLY IM NOT CELEBRATING ITS A FACT WAIT SIT AND WAIT SIDDHARTHA KNEW AND IF SELFIES ARENT STILL HOT IN TWENTY YEARS WELL WTF DID U EXPECT U WONT B EITHER HAHA THAT’S LIFE

ITS ROUGH OUT IN THE STARS 

PINPOINTING WHAT IS WRONG OVERWORKED UNDERTHOUGHT NO INSTINCTS PATRONIZING SELF PRESERVING **OLD** **OUTMODED** BLOWHARD HAPPENED UPON MY MILLION DOLLAR SPOT TO TEAR IT ASUNDER PROJECTING ONES SELF DEFEAT INSTEAD MEETING WITH A CATACOMBS OF IRON HAMMERS DROPPING DOWN ON WILE E. COYOTESQUE COMICAL EXISTENCE CRITICISM FROM ONE ARTIST TO ANOTHER CAN BE STRAIGHT UP PUBLIC EXECUTION I AM A TRAPDOOR SPIDER A FLOWERY ROMP PINPOINTING SPECIFIC ASSASSINATIONS NO DIFFERENT THAN A TROUPE A HORDE OF MONKEYS JOUSTING THROUGH CANOPIES BEING CONQUERED SPEED KILLS THEY SAY, USED TO FEEL GUILTY UNLEASHING YAHOO CHATROOMS PANTSING PEOPLE IN PROFESSIONAL FORUMS NOW THE TACT AND HUMOR OF IT HAS REACHED GORGEOUS ZENITH SOMEONES GOTTA SLAP HIPPOPOTAMUSLY WALLOWING IDEAS WITH SELFDOUBT RESTRICTIONS REPERCUSSIONS WE ALREADY HAD ONE JULIAN SCHNABEL WE RILLY CANNT AFFORD ANTHER SO I HAD 2 SLAP THAT FOOL UP IN FRONT OF THE CLASSROOM COMO CALLATE PENDEJO 

PROPOSALS FOR INSTALLATIONS INSIDE OF HOT ART CELEBRITY PRESCHOOLS IN THE UPPER EAST SIDE OF MANHATTAN **EXCLUSIVE** THE MARKET SHALL NEED TO EDUCATE YOUR CHILDREN ON THE ART OF SELFIES HOW TO EXPOSE YOUR TITS TO A CURATOR THE RITE FOTO ANGLES FOR ART FORUM DIARY ¿LOOK LIKE UR HAVING FUN¿¿ KEEP YOUR SKIN CLEAN GET YOUNG IMPLANTS STAY HOT TAN FOR ART <EXPOSE YOUR FEET SOX> YOUR CHILDREN WILL LEARN THE PERFECT APATHY LEVELS TALK ABOUT POST FEMINIST THEORY IN TWEETS ESP IF YOU R A BOY **GOOD LUCK :*P**

IN ALL THINGS THERE SHOULD B UGLY THINGS AND THERE SHOULD B PRETTY THINGS

A JETENGINE BULLFROG

I AM SURE THAT JEFF KOONS PREFERS THE NEW TESTAMENT
ALL CORRESPONDENCE IN MEXICO TAKES PLACE DURING TRAFFIC JAMS
ALL SKULLS ONLY SKULLS NOTHING BUT SKULLS NOTHING NOT SKULLS SKULLS
I COULDNT AFFORD TO MAKE PAINTINGS THAT YOU COULDNT AFFORD TO BUY SO ALL I HAVE FOR YOU IS THIS ABD I AM NOT APOLOGETIC IN THE LEAST

Yo Im wetransferring a sound piece that I made to u 2 lizten 2 n 2 feel ashamed of me <3 u

THER R GUNA B BUNCHES OF STILL DEAD OBJECTS AND THEY R NOT GONNA WHIR AND MOVE AND MAKE NOISE THEY R NOT GUNA CUT THE CRUSTS OFF UR PB N JS

THERE IS SUCH AN IDEA AS OVERFABRICATION TAKING AN IDEA THAT COULD HAVE WORKED DIY AND THROWING SO MUCH FAB AT IT THAT IT FLATTENS OUT AND BCOMES WORTHLESS B ADVISED

STANDING IN BETWEEN TWO SMALLER MEN ON THE SUBWAY TOWARD THE SOUTH AS THEY SQUARE TO FIGHT UNFLINCHING LISTENING TO CYNICAL SOUND ART PIECES SIZING THEM UP IMAGINING A SHORT RIGHT ELBOW AND A STRAIGHT LEFT AND AS MUCH BLOOD AS AN OLIVER WILDE PLAY BOUT JESUS. THERE IS AN EXPLOSION IN MY CHEST RIGHT NOW THERE IS A HEARSE IN MY CHEST THERE ARE FURNACED ASHES SMOLDERING IN MY CHEST I WANTED IT TO GO DOWN I THOUGHT POOR BRETT I WANTED TO SHOW UP TO CLASS ON FRIDAY WITH A SWOLLEN YELLOW HAND FOR GOOD REASON GREEN ON THE EDGES APES ARE GROWLING REFLECTED IN THE BACKDROP OF MY SLOWED DOWN WORD HORROR. I SAW ALL THE PUSSIES OF THE MEXICAN ART WORLD AT THE JUMEX COLLECTION THEY CAME TO WORSHIP SUPERFLEX THEY CAME TO DANCE AROUND THE GOLDEN IDOL OF MONEY THEY CAME TO SOLVE THEIR INTELLECTUAL PROBLEMS WITH MONEY THEY ENDED UP IN LOS ANGELES UNZIPPING A GIMP MASK WITH FACE FULL OF NARCOTICS OFF A MIRRORED TABLETOP IN THE DUNGEON OF EUGENIO LOPEZS CORRIENTE ORANGE-FACED HELICOPTERING-IN LATENT HOMOSEXUALITY. THE ART IN MEXICO IS BORING ONLY THE ELITE MACO PROSTITUTION RINGS AND PNEUMATIC SURGERY DEALS ARE GOOD ART HERE.

I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THE FUTURE ♥

HELP I PAID MY WAY TO THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN AND NOW IM UP HERE UNQUALIFIED UNFORTIFIED AND IDK WTF 2 DO. OVER THE COURSE OF HER OR HIS CAREER AN ARTIST LEARNS A PLETHORA OF TRICKS BY WHICH TO SOLVE AN ART EQUATION. THE FINAL TRICK IS MONEY. THE AGING ARTIST GROWS TIRED OF EXPERIMENTING, WASTING, BEING UNSURE. MONEY ALWAYS HAPHAZARDLY SOLVES THE EQUATION. THE OTHER TOOLS DISSOLVE. I DONT BLAME YOU FOR DOING THIS. I JUST WISH YOU WOULD KEEP SEARCHING. IT WOULD INSPIRE ME TO KEEP SEARCHING

TELL ME ABOUT ALL THEM SHORTCUTS U BEEN TAKIN GURL

TELL ME ABOUT ALL THEM SHORTCUTS U BEEN TAKIN BOI

MY GIRLFRIEND JUST REFERRED TO HER FACEBOOK AS HER WEBSITE

IS THIS A MOVE TOWARDS THE SHOW TITLE AND ARTIST LIST 'BEING' THE SHOW?

I HAVENT HAD A GOOD IDEA FOR A LONG TIME. I READ THE ART OF WAR TOO DAMN MANY TIMES TO LET A CHIPPED OUT PSEUDO COLLECTOR PLAY CAT AND MOUSE GAMES WE SHOOK ON A DEAL THERE IS NO TRANSPARENCY IN THE ART WORLD I DONT NEED ANYTHING FROM ANYONE TWENTY THOUSAND PESOS ISNT SHIT TO ME I WONT LOSE SLEEP. IM GONNA STRING THIS BRO WAY OUT I ALREADY PROFILED HIM I GET THE GAME.

ACAPULCO FLOODGATE ALLIGATORS  WET PINK WET BLUE WET GREEN TOILETPAPER TUBES FAUX LEATHER CROCODILE FUSIA SMEARED WITH BLACK TOWERS LEANING OVER FALLING OVER FUTURE SYNTHS REVOLTING. REMEMBER WHEN PEOPLE TALKED ABOUT BHQF FOR ONE YEAR? NOW THEY GET 2 LIKES ON FACEBOOK POSTS. THE NUDE RAIDER PATCH. BAR FIGHTS. BLEEDING IN THE TREES. PILES OF CLOTHES IN THE CELLAR SNOWED IN EATING JERK CHICKEN 

DIDACTIC

DO NOT FUCK MY FUCKING BREAKFAST

DIDACTIC

I NEED MORE MIRRORS I NEED TO SEE THE BACK OF MY HEAD I WILL PAY A TREMENDOUS SUM TO COLLECTED MIRRORED ART ONLY MIRRORS.  AND NEON 

SORRY FOR HATING ON EVERYTHING BUT W/E THE SUPERFLEX SHOW WANTED TO BE IKEA SO BAD BUT COULD NEVER HANG, LIKE, IKEA IS BETTER #FINEART 4SURE. I WAS IN TO THEIR FLOODED MCDONALDS PIECE UNTIL I FOUND OUT THAT MCDONALDS WAS A SET THEY HAD BUILT. YET ANOTHER EXAMPLE OF WELL FUNDED HIGH FABBED CHEAP IDEAS. IF UR GONNA WASTE THAT MUCH $$$, BUY A MCDONALDS FRANCHISE IN FLYNT MICHIGAN OR XENIA OHIO OR BACKWOODS LOUISIANA AND FLOOD THAT SHIT. THE PROBLEM OF A FLIMSY IDEA IS NOT RESOLVED BY THROWING WADS OF SCANDINAVIAN CASH AT THEM.

MILEY CYRUS WRECKING BALL CHOPPED AND SCREWED

A CURATOR GIRL WAS SITTING ON A TALL STOOL ON THE FRONT PATIO OF AN ART OPENING IN A VERY SHORT SKIRT LOSING THE MUSCLE MEMORY TO KEEP HER LEGS CROSSED AS MORE AND MORE TEQUILA WENT DOWN

SEND PORTFOLIO TO SOPHIE

I FOUND OUT IM SO NAIVE IVE DONE ALL THE DRUGS  I COULD STUFF INTO MY LAME BODY AND ROBBED HOUSES AND BEA THE SHIT OUT PF PEOPLE BUT STILL I THINK ART MATTER WHAT A SIMP AND I THINK PAINTING MATTER S WHAT AN IDIOT.

WE CANNOT CONTROL THE UNIVERSE SO Y TRY. A WEAK RIBBON OF SMOKE RISING DELICATELY FROM THE HUME OF A WHITE PLASTIC TABLE ECHOING AGAINST BRICK DOMED CEILING IN THE OPAQUE MYLARED DAYLIGHT CRISP MORNING BREATHED OUT. I AM CONNECTED TO YOU BY ELECTRICITY. THESE KIND OF FORCEFUL LOOKS REALLY TELL US THINGS. THESE KIND OF FORCEFUL GESTURES REALLY TELL US THINGS. WHEN THAT SYNTH GOES ON SOMETHING HAPPENS. I AM ON THE WAY BUT NOTHING IS SHARP OR TIGHT OR IN CONTROL EVERYTHING IS LOOSE AND HAPLESS AND HAPHAZARD AND ANNOYING THERE ARE MOSQUITOS RINGIN PAST EARS THE LIGHT IS BEING BLOCKED IT IS UNHEALTHY THERE ARE CHORDS SWINGING THERE ARE POLISHED BROWN SHOES STITCHED FASTIDIOUSLY THERE ARE REWRITES AND BALLPOINT SCRIBBLES THERE ARE SIDEWAYS EASILY FORGOTTEN GLANCES I AM LEANING CONTRAPOSTO MY LEFT HIP JABBED OUT INTO THE NARROW PASSING LANE THERE ARE EARTHQUAKE ALARM BELLS RINGING ON IPHONES THERE ARE CLEAR BLUE ARGENTINIAN EYES AND HEADS DOWN IN CONCENTRATION BURROWED INTO THE WARM FLESH OF THE NECK UNSHAVEN UNWAVERING. STRANDS OF HAIR OUT OF PLACE DENIM JACKETS. VOICES AND SOUNDS ARE BEING BADLY RECORDED ALL AROUND WESTERN AND EASTERN HEMISPHERES THESE THINGS ARE NOT ESCAPING THE NET AND SWIMMING AGAINST STREAM TO SOFT RIVERBEDS THESE THINGS ARE THRUST FORCEFULLY BUBBLING SCREAMING AGAINST THE JAGGED PEBBLED BOTTOM OF ARCHIPELAGOS HOT SALT SLAMMED INTO SYNUS LINES BURSTING THROUGH TRACHEAL TUBES.

ITS IMPORTANT FOR ME TO TELL YOU THAT IM GONNA ASK MY MOM FOR MONEY

I mean, like, where have you been all this time, boo? aka Duh. aka I don't know how not to make this sound harsh aka ART is bullshit aka You are 60% closer to understanding what the answer to life is.

THIS IS THE ONLY TIME IN HISTORY WHERE U CAN LOG IN TO FACEBOOK AND SAY GUYS IM HAVING AN ART BREAKTHROUGH


be defensive if you have to Andrew, I really do like you here on facebook -and enjoy your fierce idealism and youth -I think you are great! -I'm trying to have a discussion here with you -not put you down: its weird talking to you for me as I always feel like I'm going back in time talking to myself 30 years ago- I only wish I had had someone attempting to temper and lend perspective to my strong opinions at that juncture.

A CLAN OF DEEP CONFUSED THINKERS GATHER TOGETHER IN A SMALL WHITE CUBE WITH THE LIGHTS TURNED OFF TO WATCH A THREE MINUTE REEL FILM PROJECTED AGAINST THE NEAR FAR WALL CRACKING AND POPPING BLIPS FLICKERING EYES OPEN OVER THE STOIC SCENE BREATHS SHALLOW THEN WE RETURN TO SPEED AND SWEAR AND DRINK BEER. AN ABSTRACT SATIATION OF THE IMPRESSION OF A PENSIVE CURATOR. WE ARE PYRAMID OF KITTENS CRAWLING INTO THEIR OWN HUDDLING FURLS ENDLESSLY. HUNGRY AT STUDIO VISITS WITH RESPECTED CURATORS SHAKING AND CHAINSMOKING BACKWARDS HATS WITH PEACE SIGNS OR GETTING TOO DRUNK TO TALK. MY WORDS ARE ALWAYS PROPHECIES

FIGHTING FIGHTING FIGHTING FIGHTING FIGHTING FIGHTING FIGHTING FIGHTING FIGHTING FIGHTING FIGHTING FIGHTING FIGHTING FIGHTING FIGHTING

I DONT WANT NEW G SHIT LIKE I DONT WANT NEW ABSTRACT EXPRESSIONISM. THERE IS ONLY ONE DEKOONING LIKE THERE IS ONLY ONE TUPAC. I WANT THE SOUND TO POP UGLY IN MY EARS LIKE 1 DOLLAR HEAD PHONES I WANT THE SOUND TO SELF DESTRUCT AFTER ONE USE I WANT THE SOUND TO BURN OUT AND SWEAT ON ME LIKE A DAY BUILDING SOMETHING PUSHING AND PULLING TO SURVIVE. WEVE FORGET HOW ECSTATIC IT FEELS TO USE MUSCLES. NIGHT RIDER THEME SONG YNGWIE MALMSTEEN SHREDDING THE BEAT INTO HUSHPUPPY WHISPERS NIGHTTIME MOTH WINGS BEATING EXUBERANTLY TOWARDS THE LIGHT HOT DAYS DOGS TONGUES. I WANT TO HEAR NEW SOUNDS. I WANT TO THINK NEW THOUGHTS. THE BRAIN MUSCLE GROWS BORED OF THE SAME WORKOUT ROUTINE THE BRAIN IS PICKLED BY THIS FORMAT THE BRAIN IS ATROPHYING IN MLA. THIS NEW SHIT IS CROSSTRAINING. THERE ARE UNDERWATER TRUMPETS BLASTING HOT OIL SPED UP DOUBLE HUMMINGBIRDS HELICOPTER BLADES SINGING HISSING A FAT STEAK ON A HOT PAN SLAVE POETRY DIGGING LINES IN THE DIRT THROWING LONG LYTHE LIMBS WAYWARD TWISTED IN ANGLES IN ESCAPE BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO NOT BECAUSE YOU CHOSE TO. LIKE A KARA WALKER CUTOUT FLAT AGAINST LIFE VOLUMINOUS AGAINST THE GRAIN STROKE OF DEATH SUPREME CLIENTELE. THE TOP FLOOR LIBRARY OF MY ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. THE ONLY PART OF MY PAST IM PROUD OF. DRAGONFORCE. BALL BEARINGS OF A ROTTED OUT 67 MUSTANG ROLLING ACROSS THE COLD WINTER CEMENT AND SHOP TOWELS SMATTERED WITH BLACK. A DEEP INCISION TO THE LEFT TEMPLE. CONSISTENTLY DIVORCED.  KEYS LOST. FENCES JUMPED AND PLOWED THROUGH.  THAT SCENE FROM RATATOUILLE WHERE HE REMEMBERS WHERE HE CAME FROM. THE SKY SLOW MOTIONED CONTRASTED THE STALE SMELL OF METHODIST CHURCH PEWS. CANADIAN GEESE FLYING STIFF RIGID. FALLING DOWN SLIDING THROUGH MUD IN DEEP RAINSTORMS MELDING INTO BICYCLE GEARS RUNNING FINDING PERIWINKLES IN HIDDEN STREAMS OF NEIGHBORHOOD LIBERAL ARTS COLLEGES SHADOWS GROWING LONG AND LONG THROWING AND THROWING AND THROWING. ROBBING SCRIBBLING RUNNING BREAKING AND DRUGGING AND STEALING AND YELLING. KNOCKING DRY GRASS CLODS AGAINST EACHOTHER. BREAKING FINGERS JUMPING OUT OF WINDOWS DOWN ICY HILLS INTO ROCK WALLS IN THE SUMMER IN THE WINTER HEAVY METAL BROKEN WALLS SHAWLS PAINT SPATTERED WOOL CRUMBS BUCKET BATHS COFFEE POT PASTA HEROIN A NEW YEARS GIFT TO EXPERIENTIAL COLONIALISM. I AM WRITING ABOUT VIRTUE AND MONKS AND NOTHINGNESS AS I AM LISTENING TO KANYE WEST BLONDE SISTERS NEARING FOURTY WITH FAKE TANS TITS ACCOUNT EXECUTIVES IN NEW YORK CITY LOOKIN 2 MARRY UP. WE ARE LOOKING AT REFLECTIONS WE ARE WATCHING REFLECTIONS WE ARE IMITATING REFLECTIONS WE ARE FOLDED OVER WE ARE GOING TO CHILPANCINGO WE ARE PLANNING SOMETHING BIG GIANT COLOSSAL MONSTROUS THAT WE CANNOT ARTICULATE THAT FLASHES QUICKLY BEHIND OUR EYES AND BURNS INTO OUR MEMORIES AND MORPHS AND MELDS INTO OTHER BASTARD THINGS OVER TIME TIL WE ABORT THEM FROM OUR MINDS. COOL CALM REFLECTIONS GREEN PURPLE BLUE DASHES OF PINKS AND YELLOWS. THE PURE ANXIETY OF LOOKING AT GREAT ART IT IS NOT A REFRESHING WAVE IT IS A DARK RUMBLE DEEP IN THE GUTS IT IS A LISTLESSNESS IT IS SMOKING METH INSIDE OF YOUR SOUL IT.

"AS AN ARTIST, MY PREFERRED MEDIUM IS VITRIOLIC IRONY" WILLIAM POWHEDA - SEEN ONE SEEN EM ALL: AN ART FAIR BOOTH RETROSPECTIVE

MY GIRLFRIEND SPRAYED BLEACH AND MUSTARD INTO MY HAIR AND THREW WATER ON MY CIGARETTE.
LIFE IS SHORT. HOW DO WE GET TO WHERE WE WANT TO BE BEFORE THE ONSET OF CRUTCHES AND BALD HEADS. IS MY TIME BEING WASTED. AM I FROTHING AT THE MOUTH ALL OF THIS FRIVOLOUS EFFORT ALL DAY ALL NIGHT IS NOT WORKING. HAVE I PASSED THE DEADLINE? THIS WRITING MUST BE TOO SELF REFLECTIVE TOO SERVE ANY OF US  ANY GOOD. TODAY I STABBED MYSELF IN THE JOINT THAT CONNECTS MY MIDDLE FINGER TO MY HAND. THIS WILL END UP A BOOK WONT IT? TRIVIAL AIMLESS BUT NOT BEAUTIFUL OR ROMANTIC IN THEIR RESPECTIVE AIMLESSNESSES. MANTRAS FRAIL WITHOUT IDEOLOGY TREADING WATER. EVERYONE HAS A PLAN THE GUY RUBBING AGAINST THE CONCRETE HAS A PLAN THE MOST ELOQUENT OF US THE WORST PLANS THE LEAST CAPABLE OF US THE MORE GRANDIOSE. IS IT TRUE THAT ZEN IS ABOUT EMBRACING EVERY MENIAL ACT? HOW MUCH WATER CAN ONE SQUEEZE OUT OF A ROCK? WRITING A BOOK FILLING A ROOM FULL OF SNOW BLASTING BULLSHIT FROM AEROPLANES. I WENT AND SAW YOUR PAINTING SHOW AND I WAS GLAD TO SPEAK ENGLISH TO SOMEBODY OTHERWISE IT BROUGHT PAIN TO ME DEEP PAIN WEIRD TWISTED JEALOUSY THEY SAY TO JUDGE A MAN ON HIS MERITS THEY SAY TO JUDGE A MAN ON WHAT HE HAS DONE. SLOW. SLIDING ACROSS SMOOTH WET PAVEMENT BELLY FULL BUT WE HUNGRY. I HOLD MY BREATH WHILE I WRITE I BREATHE THESE WORDS FROM MY FAITHFUL DIAPHRAGM  DESPERATE WORDS FROM A DESPERATE MOUTHED SOUL. FAST PLODDING NON THOUGHT DIRECTIONS VENTRICLES RADIATING FROM INTANGIBLE SOURCES. INSTITUTIONAL MONARCHIES MERICAN ATTAINABILITY YALL IN XOCHIMILCO THINKIN BOUT FLOWERS THINKIN BOUT TAO LINS NAME IT IS RESPONSIBLE FOR AT LEAST 50% OF HIS CACHÉ. READING THE BIBLE FOR 5 MINUTES GONNA CALL IT A PIECE. THAT FOOL BOUNCED OUT IN A SAILBOAT IN THE EIGHTIES AND NEVER CAME BACK THATS A PRETTU GESTURE.
SMOOTH RIVER ROCKS COVERED IN DOWNY BLUE AND PURPLE LINT BLOWING FROM THE OUTDOOR EXHAUST PORTAL NEAR THE GARAGE DAMP SOIL AND SOW BUGS ONE LIGHT HANGING SWINGING STACKED BOXES OF HENRY WEINHARDS PREMIUM RESERVE AN UNUSED SMOKING MACHINE AN HOMAGE TO NORWEGIAN HERITAGE A FREEZER FULL OF STRAWBERRY JAM CAREENING DOWN A HILL SLAMMING INTO A FIRE HYDRANT. HE RIFFS HARD. WOULD YOU FFEEL LOKE A FUCKIJG ROCK STAR RIPPING DEEP OZZY OSBOURNING TO YIDDISH SOUTH BROOKLYN MEXICNA WEDDING SINGER MUSIC.
SOMEONE SAID TO ME YESTERDAY QUOTE I DON’T KNOW WHAT OPINION ARE YOU EXPECTING, WITH SO MANY ADJECTIVES. ITS LIKE YOURE AINT ASKING SHIT. UNQUOTE. AS SOON AS I MAKE IT WHATEVER IT IS I PUT IT ONLINE I DONT WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT ANYMORE IT DOESNT MATTER IF ITS GOOD OR BAD IF YOU HAVE TO HOLD YOUR TONGUE AROUND THOSE CONTACTS THEY WERENT YOUR CONTACTS ANYWAY IF YOU CANT MAKE OR DO WHAT YOU WANT WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU ALIVE AND WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU AN ARTIST FUCK THE MARKET THE MARKET CAN SUCK MY FUCKING HONESTY I AM INFECTED BY THE KUNSTVIRUS AND IF YOU READ THIS YOU ARE TOO.
DO VIRTUES HOLD ANY VIRTUE IN THIS YEAR OF OUR LORD? THIS DISHONEST FICTIONAL BROKEN CONFUSED YEAR OF OUR LORD. THIS MELTED DOWN FUKUSHIMA YEAR OF OUR LORD THIS KANYE WEST YEEZUS YEAR OF OUR LORD. POLISH PEOPLE POSING AS PUERO RICAN PEOPLE POSING AS AFRICAN AMERICAN PEOPLE ADDRESSING THEMSELVES AS NIGGA ON MANHATTAN AVE. I CAN BEAT ALL THESE BITCHES IN A FOOTRACE TO PROTECT MY PRADAS.

I WALKED DOWN THE STREET THE DIRT OF THE STREET RUBBED OFF ON TO MY TOES AND PEOPLE LOOKED AT THE DIRT. I FELT LIKE A MONK A BUDDHIST MONK A ZEN BUDDHIST MONK I FELT LIKE JESUS. I IMAGINED SO. I FELT LIKE I HAD NOTHING. I SWAYED IN THE WEIGHT OF THE GREY STREET IN THE WEIGHT OF THE GREY WOOLEN SHIRT. I WALKED ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER PENSIVE BUT CONFIDENT, KNOWING I HAVE NOTHING, KNOWING I HAVE NOTHING TO LOOSE. I HAVE 5 PESOS TO MY NAME AND TWO METRO TICKETS AND BEAUTIFUL MUSIC FAR BETTER THAN ANYTHING I AM CAPABLE OF. IT IS NOT MUCH. I SAW THAT MONKS FLY JETS NOW AND WEAR RAY BANS.THIS WEEKEND ILL GO TO A JUNKYARD NEAR TEPOZTLAN AND ASK THE OWNER HOW MUCH IT WILL COST TO CUT BEAUTIFUL PIECES OF CARS OUT AND KEEP THEM. ANYTHING WITH A MIRROR WILL SUFFICE. ANY TIME A COLLECTOR CAN SEE HER OR HIMSELF IN A PIECE WILL SUFFICE. ANY TIME A COLLECTOR CAN COMMANDEER A PIECE WITH THE IMAGE OF HER OR HIMSELF WILL SUFFICE

Watching Schindlers List! U?

I WANT TO FEEL SOMETHING. I WANT TO APPRECIATE SOMETHING. I WANT TO FEEL PASSIONATE ABOUT SOMETHING. I AM FUCKED. I AM FROZEN. AND WHO CARES. I DONT EVEN WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT. WHAT A DISTRACTION. HOW BORING HOW VERY BORING.
LISTEN TO AN 8 MINUTE SOUNDPIECE OF SOMEONE WALKING IN THE SNOW SEND A POEM TO A BERLIN BRO. NOTHINGNESS. I DONT WANT TO HEAR TALKING I JUST WANT TO HEAR SOUNDS SO MUCH MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN THE VOICE SO MUCH LESS LOADED WITH THE GODS OF ICONS SO MUCH MORE LOADED WITH THE TOTALITY OF PURITY. SAYING GOODBYE TO PEOPLE YOU HATE IN MEXICO IS THE WORST BC YOU STILL HAVE TO SAY GOODBYE APATHETICALLY WITH THE LIMPEST WRIST WITH THE MOST UNSURE UNCERTAIN HANDSHAKE EYES FLICKERING AWAY FROM CONTACT THE SOUL DEFLATING LIKE THE HINDENBERG FLATTENED ON A GIANT FALIC SPIKE TIPPED MONUMENT.I MET THE BLONDE JOHN MALKOVITCH. SWINGS AND SWINGS AND SWINGS AND WHIFFS AND WHIFFS AND WHIFFS. LOSING GRASP. EMPTY. ADDICTED. UNNECESSARY. AIMLESS. LIMITLESS DESPERATION. A PIERCING DIGGING  BLINDNESS. DISSODENCE. BLEEDING OUT SILENTLY IN HERMETIC VACUOUS SHAME. INEXPLICABLE. JEALOUS OF THE WANDERING DOG. ANGRY. CRASHING AMBIVALENTLY THROUGH DRY WINTER BRAMBLES. WANDERLUST. REDUNDANT. BRAZEN. FISH OUT OF WATER. FLUSH ME OUT TO SEA LIKE A SPOILED GOLDFISH. FOGGED. WITHDRAWAL. CLEMENCY. SEA SICK. FURIBUNDI. RAGGED. ABSTRACT LIKE TERRORISM. PUNGENT FOREBODING LOST WORDS BLEAK INACTIVE FLAVORLESS PALETTE SUFFOCATION. GUTROT UNDER THE WEIGHT UNDER THE GRAVITAS TREMBLING AND UPRIGHT. ANTIHYGENIC. DENSELY BLOCKED. INHIBITED. TRAFFICKED. NAUTIOUS DRY SANDBLASTED PALID. LANGUISHING BLOODSHOT BLOVIAL NOCTURNE. RAGGEDY DOG EARED WITHERING LISTLESSNESS. MALPRACTICED. MALEVOLENCE.TWEET ME FROM YALE CRITIQUE ME FROM THE SOUTH OF FRANCE CRITIQUE ME FROM AN ARAB BUNKER TWEET ME FROM ZIMBABWE

TH FONT WAS BUFFED OUT TH COLOR OF WET SAND. CHUBBY PROMINENT CHESTS ZIPPED INTO CLAY CHALK SWEATER VESTS. SALTY WATER. LOOK AT THE FRESHNESS OF YOUNGER PEOPLE IT IS A FRESHNESS THAT HAS IMMIGRATED FROM MY BEING. THE PAST TASTES LIKE A FULL BOTTLE OF BACARDI DRUNK FOR MY MIND. I AM HERE IN MOVING SPACE TIGHTENING MY SINEW BEING EATEN OFF OF MY BONES BY THIS LIFESTYLE. THE GREAT SALT LAKE IS A RESERVOIR BEHIND THE GERMANIC BRIDGE ABOVE MY EYES UNDER THE CRYSTALLINE BRIM. APATHY IS AN IMPORTANT POWERPLAY IN SOME SOCIAL CONTEXTS.  ALOT OF MY GOALS ARE RUNNING OUT OF MY ARMS LIKE WATERFALLS FORECLOSURE IS IMMINENT. PEOPLE TRY TO SELL CHEAP THINGS TO ME EXPENSIVE BECAUSE I AM WHITE. I WILL WALK THROUGH THE FIELDS AND WOODS AND TOWNS OF SOUTHERN FRANCE WITH NO  OBJECTIVES IN MIND. LIKE A SAD SAD DOG. I AM NEAR TO WEEPING ON THE SUBWAY THE VENDORS BACKPACK  NIRVANA PERVADES US. WALKING AWAY FROM STOCKHOLM SYNDROME STRUTTING FREELY PROUDLY PAST AN OVERCROWDED HOWLS MOVING PRISON.


DESOLATION PARCHED-OUT CUT-THROUGH OPAQUE MORNING SINGULAR PLODDING GONE LOST CRACKLING WIDE STEPPED OUT OF WIND PINE WEATHERED OLD FADED DUG-IN BURROWED WILDERNESS FROZEN BREATH DESOLATION PARCHED-OUT CUT-THROUGH WHITE MORNING SOMEWHERE LOST SOMEWHERE GONE ECHOING FROZEN BREATH SHEDDING ICEN LAYERED FURIOUSLY SICKENING FLAME MELTED STRUGGLING ELEMENTS UNDER THE DARK COLD BLUE SHADE OF OLD GREY WOOD INSIDE THE SEVERED FROZEN TUNDRAL EMPTINESS LEAVING BEHIND

I AM NOT VERBOSE I AM NOT SPRITELY. YOU SHALL NOT HERE CROSS PATHS WITH DUSTY BASEMENT ACADEMIA. THESE WORDS WILL NOT SMELL LIKE THE INSIDE OF PHARAOHS TOMB. THIS IS AN OPUS TO NARCISSISM AND REDUNDANCY. THIS IS ONE LONG ADJECTIVE, EXPELLED FROM THE TONGUE OF GOD LIKE OUTFIELD SUNFLOWER SEEDS. THIS IS AN ABSTRACT PAINTING WITH NO PURPOSE OTHER THAN TO EXIST HEAVENLY STILL BOUNTIFUL CLEVER DARTING. THIS IS AN EXCAVATION. THIS IS A TENACIOUS HIGH RISE PROJECT. THIS IS THE COLORADO RIVER CUTTING THROUGH SANDSTONED MILLENNIA.

THIS IS THE AM RADIO SCRAMBLING IN AND OUT SPARSE SUBSTITUTING ITSELF WITH RIHANNAS UMBRELLA AS IT PLEASES A POETIC DOWNHILL LEAN THROUGH THE THIN DECIDUOUS LATE SUMMER WOODS OF LONG ISLAND NEW YORK.
THIS IS THE GROSSENING SMACK OF HARDPLASTIC CARCRASHES THIS IS THE SHARDS OF RED TAIL LIGHT AND THE SULFURED TATTOO OF EMERGENCY FLARES MELTING INTO THE ROADSIDE.
THIS IS THE FREEDOM OF LOSING EVERYTHING.
THIS COULD BE A SEIZURE AT ANY MINUTE.
THIS IS FORGETTING WHERE YOU ARE.
THIS IS REALIZING WHERE YOU WERE.
THIS IS A CITY FULL OF BEAUTIFUL WOMEN.
THIS IS THE WORN OUT ELBOWS OF A JEAN JACKET. THIS IS A PROMINENT NOSE JOB THIS IS THE RED BURN LEFT BY YOUR COMPUTER ON YOUR LAZY STOMACH.
THIS IS WASHING HALF THE DISHES AND FORGETTING TO TAKE OUT THE TRASH.
THIS IS A WILD PACK OF HIGHSCHOOL SKEPTICISM.
THIS IS THE PSYCHOLOGICAL POWER THAT WEALTH WIELDS OVER POVERTY.
THIS IS A CADMIUM ORANGE MERCEDES BENZ LOUNGING IN THE SECOND FLOOR WINDOW OF THE DEALERSHIP GLEAMING INACCESSIBLE OUT OF REACH
THIS IS OVER AND OVER BLOOD ON THE LEAVES SLOWED DOWN FIFTY PERCENT EATING A MCDONALDS CHEESEBURGER DESPITE THE REPORTS DESPITE ALL THE REPORTS.
THIS IS A 3 PESO PAPER PAINTING RAW AS FUCK HANGING ON A WEST COAST MANSION STARING INTO THE OCEAN FOREVER. 

DONT LEAVE ME MY FLOCK STAY WITH ME MY FLOCK

LEATHER FACED PEOPLE EAT MANGOS THIRTY PERCENT DOWNTURNED PHARMACY DEATH CROWDS BROWNSKINNED HOLDING THEIR WHITESKINNED TROPHIES FROM BAMBOO WALLED PAITOS OVERLOOKING THAT PORQUERIA SOUMAYA AND A POCKETED GANGSTERS ROLL THE TAKEOVER DEATH KNELL LIFE KNELL. SLOW JAMZ YALL. WE SEE SO MUCH SPAM THAT WE PRODUCE SPAM I AM PRODUCING SPAM RIGHT NOW I AM ALWAYS ONLY PRODUCING SPAM JUST LIKE ALL OF YOU WE ALL REALLY SUCK HOW DO I STOP?

BC RIGHT NOW THESE ANON CRIT ONE LINERS OF SPECIFIC PEOPLE (DONE IN FB PUBLIC) REMIND ME OF PEOPLE I KNOW FROM HIGH SCHOOL PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE STATUS UPDATING THINGS LIKE YOURE LIES ARE GOING TO CATCH UP WITH YOU!! WHEN WE ALL KNOW THEYRE TALKING ABOUT THEIR EX. I GOT THROUGH A DECENT PORTION OF YOUR SOUNDCLOUD PIECE BUT WAS EVENTUALLY FRUSTRATED WITH THE LACK OF NAMES I HEARD. IT SEEMS LIKE YOURE VERY ANGRY AT YOUR OWN PEERS, THE INSTITUTIONS YOUVE WORKED WITH, THE INSTITUTIONS YOU HAVENT WORKED WITH, YOUR GOVERNMENT, OTHER PEOPLES GOVERNMENTS, CAPITALISM ITSELF, AMONGST OTHER THINGS. BUT AN UNWILLINGNESS TO CRITICIZE THOSE AROUND YOU PLACED NEXT TO A VERY OPEN WILLINGNESS TO CRITICIZE INSTITUTIONS / IDEOLOGIES IN THE SKY WREAKS OF GRANDSTANDING AND MAY BE SYMPTOMATIC OF THE CAREERISM YOU ALSO CRITICIZE SO OFTEN. I MEAN IF YOU WANT TO BE OUR GENERATIONS CHARLEMAGNE THE GOD THATS GREAT - HES A FUNNY, ARTICULATE CRITIC WHO IS ALSO VERY POPULAR - NOT JUST AMONG HIP HOP ARTISTS. THATS THE DOUBLE EDGED SWORD OF IT- HIS CRITICISM IS TAKEN VERY SERIOUSLY BECAUSE HE ACTUALLY RISKS SOMETHING WHEN HE SPEAKS OUT NEGATIVELY AGAINST SOMEONE / SOMETHING 

FROM THAT STICK OF WOOD THUS THE SPLINTER. I AM IN A HORSE WAGON GOING TO CUERNA DOGG. SHOUTOUTS DOC ATL. THIS TOWN IS A MAID FACTORY BONE MACHINE KISSY KISS. IM WAITING 4 THE NEW I PHONE. THE GURL AT THE TACO SHOP STARTED CRYING TO US WE WERE SMOTHERING HER WITH OUR NAIVE PRIVILEGED OPINIONS. BOURGEOISIE TESTICULAR DEFICIENCIES AND LOW HANGINGS. A COMPLEX OF TERRA COTA WARRIORS BURIED IN TRENCHES IN XIAN. A COMPLEX OF GIANT DESERT TORTOISES AND ELEPHANT TUSKS PROTAGONISTICALLY FLOATING. MY FRIEND DOESNT BELIEVE IN PRODUCTION BUT ITS THE ONLY THING I BELIEVE WILL DELIVER ME FROM TEACHING HALF ASSED FALSIFIED ENGLISH CLASSES TO LITTLE KIDS WHO ARE TOO PURE FOR THE ONSLAUGHT OF COLONIAL METHODOLOGY. I AM NOT WELL READ ENOUGH TO READ I AM NOT WELL WRITTEN ENOUGH TO WRITE BUT I AM STUBBORN AS FUCK SO I MAKE ART NOT ENOUGH TO COMPETE AGAINST TUMBLERS BUT OH WELL. GIYS THERE ARE SO MANY MUTHERFUCKING ARTISTS IN TGE WORLD HOW THE FUCK AM I GOING TO PUSH OFF AND AWAY. WE HAVE SHOWS WE HAVE ALOT OF SHOWS WE HAVE INTERVIEWS WE HAVE A LOT OF INTERVIEWS AND IT STILL ALL FEELS LIKE ABSOLUTE FUCKING BOLLOCKS. I WANT TO MAKE THE LOUDEST DEEPEST CLEAREST NOISE THAT I HAVE EVER HEARD I JUST STEPPED IN A PUDDLE. I AM WRITING A BOOK SCRAP BY SCRAP I AM QUILTING LIKE MY GRANDMOTHER LIKE BETSY ROSS. IN GUATEMALA A DYING DOG WAS ON THE FRONT BURNER. A SILENCE. A SILENCE. A SMALL IDEA TUCKED TIDY IN THE FALLEN OUT KNOT OF THE BROOM HANDLE IN THE CORNER. A GARGANTUAN IDEA RUSTED OVER PISSED ON WELDED IMPACTED TO STONE RIPPED OUT OF THE EARTHS SURFACE UNDER THE BRIGHT NIGHT MOTH WINGS FLUTTERING LEAVING SHADOWS ON THE SCAR. I BOUGHT THE FADED RED HOOD OF A MAZDA TRUCK. NEWAYZ I MUST MUST MUST PRODUCE. IT IS THE PERFECT FATE FOR A PSEUDO INTELLECTUAL LIKE ME. I CANT BELIEVE HOW MUCH FUCK THIS. IF THERE WAS A THEME TO EXPAND ON I WOULD BUT THERES NOT JUST A CLOUD OF DIAPHANE WORTHLESS STARING AT A FUCKING PIXELATED SCREEN FOR THE ENTIRETY OF A BLUE COLLAR LIFE 

SO THIS IS IT. FILLING PAGES WITH TEXTURE AND SELF REFERENCE FOR THE SAKE OF THE SELF I WONDER IF YOU WILL BE IMPRESSED THAT I WAS ABLE TO CARRY THIS REDUNDANT TONE FOR SO LONG. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR WHEN YOU READ A BOOK DONT YOU JUST WANT TO CONQUER THE FLIMSY EXPOSED THOUGHTS OF A HUMAN? THERE IS NO MESSAGE JUST THE MESSAGE YOU GET FROM YOUR TWITTER FEED THE DULL LIFELINE WITH FEW PEAKS AND FEWER VALLEYS I HOPE YOU DIDNT PAY I HOPE THIS WAS A CHRISTMAS PRESENT GO AHEAD AND HIDE IT IN A BASEMENT CUPBOARD. THIS TEXT SMELLS LIKE A HOSPITAL LOBBY THIS BOOK TASTES LIKE A POPSICLE STICK O THE REAR PALETTE OF THE TONGUE. I AM FLOODING WITH MEMORIES OF BEING PROCESSED IN THE BELLY OF MACHINES THE SMELL OF THE PLASM ON MY CHEST THE SMELL OF THE CHARCOAL IN MY BLOODSTREAM STUMBLING AGAINST A WALL PISSING IN A SMALL TOILET IN A ROOM THAT SMELLED AND TASTED LIKE THIS. ITS HARD TO FEEL SATISFIED. MY EMOTIONS ARE WAN. I AM SPENDING TOO MUCH TIME STARING AT INFINITE NOTHINGNESS. ALL OF THIS WRITING FEELS LIKE NOTHING TOO I HAVE NO PHYSICAL PAGES MY LIFE IS PIXELATED I SHOULD EMAIL MY MOM. I JUST EDITED A BRILLIANT WORK MADE BY JOHANNES THUMFART HE REALLY SEEMS TO HAVE THE UPPER HAND AT THE MOMENT. I RECEIVED A CRITIQUE BY BRAD TROEMEL HE SAID MY ANONYMOUS ONE LINER CRITIQUES TOWARDS HANS OBRIST ULRICH AND AMELIA ULMAN (RAPTUROUSLY INADEQUATE) REMIND HIM OF THE HIGH SCHOOL RANTINGS OF A PALE BLOG THAT I SHOULD NAME NAMES I AGREE. I ASKED IF AN ARTIST HAS EVER BEEN SUCCESSFUL WHILE AT THE SAME TIME MAINTAINING A PUBLIC PRACTICE OF CRITICISM I DIDNT GET AN ANSWER. I KNOW THAT POWHEDA DOES IT, BUT SEEN ONE POWHEDA SEEN EM ALL. I RIDE THE SUBWAY EVERY DAY WITH STUDENT DOCTORS IN WHITE LABCOATS AND THE VELCRO SHOES OF OLD NURSES. THEY DONT EVEN WANT TO DO PUBLIC SERVICE THEY JUST WANT TO OWN FANCY POSSESSIONS THEY JUST WANT TO HAVE A REASON TO VOTE FOR PENA NIETO INSTEAD OF BEING BRIBED BY CHORIZO GOOD LUCK TO THEM.  I READ AN ARTICLE TODAY BY A SO CALLED WRITER SHE SAID TO WRITE 3 PAGES IN EACH SESSION TO SPIT OUT ALL THE TRASH TO CLEAN THE CARB BEFORE THE JEWELS ARE REVEALED. TORRIT GREY IS THE COLOR OF THIS WRITING THIS WRITING IS SPUMONI THIS WRITING IS THE RUBBER FLOOR MAT MADE OUT OF RECYCLED SHOES THIS WRITING IS THE FRAGRANT BLACK GREASE THAT BUILDS UP INSIDE THE HOOD OF YOUR OVEN. LIFE IS GENERALLY OVERCAST AND SO IT THIS AND SO ARE YOU TOO DONT LIE TO ME. WHEN I WAS WITH THAT GALLERY I FELT LIKE I WAS INSIDE A CASKET. I WANT TO HOLD MY ARMS OPEN. I WANT TO MAKE THE WEIRDEST RAWEST SHIT I CAN MUSTER. I WANT TO EXERT MY BRAIN. I SENT AN EMAIL TO ANOTHER GALLERY SAYING I AM LOOKING FOR A HOME. EVERYTHING WE DO IS AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY. EVERYTHING WE DO IS AN ABSTRACT PAINTING. EVERYTHING WE DO IS A PLEA FOR HELP. EVERYTHING WE DO IS A BATTLE CRY FROM MOUNTAIN PEAK. EVERYTHING WE DO IS A CALM COOLING SPRITZ OF EUCALYPTUS WATER. TODAY I AM WEARING A CAMOUFLAGE SHIRT I BOUGHT IN THE HUNTING SECTION OF A WALMART AT THE COAST IN OREGON AND MY DEAD GRANDFATHERS TWEED CAP AND LISTENING TO DJ NEW JERSEY DRONE ON A HOT CLOUDY DAY STEPPING ON CRACKS WALKING THROUGH A PARK IN THE SOUTH OF MEXICO. NO ONE MAKES SCULPTURES ANYMORE THEY JUST BUY CARS AND INTERVENE. NO ONE MAKES PAINTINGS ANYMORE THEY JUST BUY CAR DOORS AND CAR HOODS THAT HAVE ALREADY BEEN INTERVENED UPON. THE TEMPTATION TO STEAL MY RICH FRIENDS INTELLECTUAL MATERIAL PULLS MY HEART STRINGS HARDER THAN THE TEMPTATION I FEEL TO SHOOT A WAXEN SLEEVE FROM SOUTH BROOKLYN INTO MY LEAKING HEART. GET A CRITIQUE ABSORB THAT CRITIQUE INTO THE PIECE AND KEEP GOING, FOREVER REFLECTING THAT CRITIQUE AS YOU MOVE FORTH FROM SAID JUNCTION. AS EVIDENCED

IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE TO PAINT A PICTURE OF HELL WITHOUT THROWING ACID ON IT OR BURNING IT TO RUBBLE. THAT WAS FRANCIS BACONS´S FLAW. HIS ONLY GOOD PAINTINGS WERE HIS DESTROYED PAINTINGS. HOW CAN AN ARTIST HAVE SO MUCH VIOLENCE AND ANGST INSIDE OF HIM AND DETAIL IT PERFECTLY

WITH 1/4 ROUND HOGSHAIR BRUSHES. THERE MUST BE SYNERGY BETWEEN THE IDEA AND THE OBJECT´S PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION. ARTISTS ARE LIVING IN A BROKEN WORLD WORKING IN A BROKEN MARKET. AS SUCH ART MUST BE BROKEN. WE MUST CONSIDER THE CONTEXT OF HUMANITY AND THE CONTEXT OF THE EARTH. ONLY JEFF KOONS CAN GET AWAY WITH PUTTING PERFECT HI-FAB INTO THE MARKET BC HE IS A FUCKING PSYCHO. DONT SEPARATE ART FROM LIFE. IF YOUR LIFE IS HARD YOUR ART SHOULD BE HARD. IF YOUR LIFE IS EASY WELL, YOUR ART WILL PROBABLY BE BORING. IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE TO PAINT A PERFECT PAINTING ON A PERFECTLY STRETCHED CANVAS OF A PERFECT WORLD. IM NOT INTERESTED IN THAT TYPE OF RIDICULOUS FANTASY. IM INTERESTED IN HOW GRITTY AND HOPELESS AND BEAUTIFUL OUR FIGHT TO SURVIVE IS AND I WANT MY PAINTINGS TO REFLECT THAT.


I AM COMPETING AGAINST THE INTERNET BUT THE INTERNET DOESNT KNOW WHAT WIND FEELS LIKE SO THE INTERNET LOSES NO MATTER WHAT. LETS NOT BE SO CONCISE LETS NOT F SO MUCH ABOUT WHOS THOUGHTS THESE ARE OR WHERE THEY COME FROM OR WHY THEY CAME LETS JUST LET THEM COME IN VICTORY LIKE OLD FAITHFUL LIKE CHAMPAGNE BOTTLES LIKE MUSHROOM CLOUDS LIKE PAYCHECKS, RISE OVER RUSH OUT COME CHARGING LIKE PAMPLONA BULLS INUNDATE THE WORLD INUNDATE ANYONE NEARBY OPEN OR CLOSED OR IN THE PERIPHERY OR WAITING IN THE CORNER IN THE WINGS OR IN THE EYE. I TRIED TO BE CONVENTIONAL AND I FAILED DEEPLY I WANTED TO BURST FROM CHAINS I WANTED TO THINK OF SOMETHING IMPECCABLE BRILLIANT JUST ONE THING BY ITSELF BUT WHY NOT ALL THINGS ALL BAD INARTICULATE BADLY PHOTOGRAPHED BAD THINGS AT ONCE? WE ARE WADING THROUGH THE GEL OF HISTORY IT IS RIPPING OUR BOOTS FROM OUR FEET IT IS A WHITEOUT WE ARE HYPERVENTILATING IN THE WHITENESS IN THE WASHOUT. MY BRAIN IS A FLOOD I BET YOURS IS TOO. SO LET US FLOOD. IN WASHINGTON IN A PORTAPOTTY MIRROR DYING IN OREGON. PICASSO WAS AN INESCAPABLE IDEA A HANGING SHADOW REACHING LOOMING SAUNTERING ACROSS THE OCEAN SMOTHERING OVER EVERYTHING. WE HAVE PERSONIFIED THE INTERNET THE INTERNET IS THE NEW PICASSO. I WANT TO BE ASHEN I WANT NOT TO BE STIFLED I WANT TO BE AN ASHEN CARBON FLAME-TONGUED GESTURE DIVING FROM A BLACK ICE ESCALADE DRIVING AROUND CUERNA VACA LISTENING TO SKRILLEX LOUD AS FUCK IN A PROFESSORS CAR NO PINCHE MAMES AN IMAGE OF THE LAST SUPPER IS PRINTED ON MY COFFEE CUP. ARTISTS WILL SOON NO LONGER BE ABLE TO RIDE ON THE PERSONIFIED PICASSO'D WAVE OF THE INTERNET FACE TO FACE IS GOING TO GET REALLY EDGY. THE COLLAPSED REVERBERATIONS WILL BE FELT HARD AND BAREBACK THE MAJORITY OF ARTISTS WILL SLITHER BACK TO MANNING THE FAMILY HELM THEIR FATHERS WILL FINALLY BE PROUD. ART AS IT EXISTS NOW WILL BE STUNNED AND CONCUSS. THE FUTURE PRINCE OF THE UNITED ARAB EMIRATES IS AN ARTIST. HIP HOP CULTURE DIED A SLOW RAGGEDY DEATH ON A TWO DECADE VENTILATOR AND TOOK ART ACROSS THE RIVER STYX WITH IT. A NEW YORK CITY DECOMPOSING NEON YELLOW NIKE FLIP FLOP RIPPED OFF IN THE KERFLUFFLE OF THE METRO WALKING BARE PLAGUED BY CONTEMPORARY TABOOS. RAINSOAKED AND OVERCROWDING ORANGUTANGS SLAMMING GIANT GREY BROWN LEATHERY GAUNTLETS ACROSS PLATEGLASS WALLS PACING FORWARD SOMBER FUNERAL MARCH WE ALL HAVE WAXED CHESTS AND SLEEP OUT OUR LIVES. IN THE FUTURE I WILL NOT HAVE FOUND A WAY TO BE MORE HONEST I WILL HAVE BEEN ABSOLVED AND DILUTED AND BESCOURGED AND WILL BE LIVING UNCOMFORTABLY COMFORTABLY WITH NO RESPECT OR ALLEGIANCE. OIL PLATFORMS WILL BE SCULPTURES. ARTGAME WATERWORLD. POP MUSIC SINGERS. ARTISTS WILL PISS INTO MEDIOCRE BEDPANS IN BONE WHITE ANTECHAMBERS. ARTISTS WILL BE TRAPPED WHEEZING UNDER THE EMBERS OF LODGEPOLE PINE. ARTISTS WILL BE ENEPT AND CULLED LIKE TUNDRA WOLVES FROM HELICOPTER SUBMACHINE GUNS. OVERCOME WITH THE THEME OF THE FUTURE ARTISTS WILL BECOME SCI FI SCRIPT WRITERS AND BASE MUSEOGRAPHICAL THEORY ON A PASSING WHIFF OF STREET QUESADILLAS BUBBLING IN BENT METAL PANS A BIG GAP BTWN THEIR FRONT TEETH SO HOT RITE NAU THEY WILL FALL INTO FIREPLACES LIKE JACKSON POLLOCK THEY WILL OD LIKE DASH SNOW AND ANYTHING IN BETWEEN THEIR HANDLERS WILL TELL THEM WHAT TO DO AND WHAT TO SAY THEIR HANDLERS WILL HAVE COLUMBIA MFAS AND A COOPER UNDERGRAD THEIR HANDLERS WILL BE THE NEW REMBRANDTS WORKSHOP THE NEW JEFF KOONS MURAKAMI MARINA ABRAMOVIC LADY GAGA JAY Z STUDIO YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL COSMIC REVELATION LOST ON THE BORING BAD-GRAFFITIED EDGE OF WILLIAMSBURG THIS KANYE SHIT IS ANGRY AND VIOLENT AS FUCK. WHY WE HAVE TO LINE UP AND SMILE LIKE THE TRAPP GAME VON TRAPS. ANGER IS RAVISHING DONT LET NEONE TELL U DIFF.

NOW CURATING A SHOW ENTITLED PRENATAL CELEBRITY ART STARS LOOKING FOR ARTISTS 1 YEAR OLD OR YOUNGER PLEASE SEND ME UR PORTFOLIOS AND SELFIES ALSO IN THE FUTURE THERE WILL BE NO PORTFOLIOS AND NO CVs ALSO SELFIES WILL BE THE PORTFOLIO ALSO SELFIES WILL BE THE CV ALSO https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/images/cleardot.gifI READ ABOUT SELFIES IN THE BIBLE ALSO I READ ABOUT ALL THESE THINGS IN THE BIBLE ALSO THE BIBLE WONDERS WHAT DOES FML MEAN WHAT DOES IRL MEAN? IF WE GET THE YOUNGEST HOTTEST RICHEST BABIES ON THE PLANET AND TEAM THEM UP WITH HANS ULRICH OBRIST THERES NO STOPPING THEM!!!     
–GENESIS 1:1

THE FUTURE IS GOING TO BE POSITIVE ALL THESE THINGS ARE POSITIVE MUSIC IS POSITIVE GETTING PAINT ON YOUR HANDS IS POSITIVE HAVING A NICE HAIRSTYLE IS POSITIVE SOMETIMES ON A HOT DAY A CLOUD COVERS THE SUN AND THAT IS VERY POSITIVE. UNFOLLOWING PEOPLE IS POSITIVE DOING WHAT YOU THINK NEEDS TO BE DONE IS POSITIVE SAYING WHAT YOU THINK NEEDS TO BE SAID IS POSITIVE NO I DONT WRITE LIKE BUKOWSKI BUT THAT IS POSITIVE TOO. THE BIRDS ARE REALLY REALLY TWEETING RIGHT NOW IT IS SO SO POSITIVE

TIMELAPSES OF A CLOWN WITH HIS HANDS TIED BEHIND HIS BACK SMILING UNDER THE WATER BEATEN DOWN SLOWLY PULLING OXCARTS ACROSS MARS OXIDE MUDPUDDLES SHIFTING AGAINST DEEP BLUE OUTERSPACE CALM WITH HOLES BURNT IN THE MIDDLE. THE WEIGHT DISBURSED DISBURSED SHATTERED. TWENTY MINUTES OF TRIPPING ON CURBS ENGROSSED COLLAPSING SHOOTING LIKE A ROCKET IN SOLACE UNREMORSEFUL & BUMPING INTO INTERNET PICASSO FEVER FOREVER
I WILL READ AND SING THESE WORDS TO MYSELF ELATED. I WILL RAP THEM OVER FORGOTTEN YOUTUBE VIDEOS. I WILL FAIL UGLY BECAUSE I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT SUCCESS REQUIRES. I WILL EMAIL THIS TO YOU N NEVER NEVER THINK ABOUT IT AGAIN AS IF NOTHING EVER EVER HAPPENED AS IF IT WERE AN ELUDED FORGOTTEN PUFF OF WHITE DRUGGED CAPS LOCKED PERSONA WHO CARES ABOUT THE FUTURE LETS BE HONEST I HOPE WE WILL BE SUCCESSFUL WHATEVER THAT MEANS. I WANT TO MAKE ALL THE WHATEVER I CAN NOW AND FIGURE OUT THE WHATEVER LATER OR ID RATHER THAT YOU FIGURE WHATEVER OUT YOU ARE MORE QUALIFIED TO FILL OUT EXCEL SHEETS AND WRITE THINGS THAT YOU CAN SUBMIT TO ARTFORUM AND PHOTOSHOP THE STAINED WALLS WHITE AND WARP TOOL ALL THE BAD ANGLES FOR SHITTY IMPORTANT WHATEVER WEBSITES THAT REQUIRE SOME FORM OF WHATEVER OR ANOTHER. I JUST MAKE THINGS ALL THE TIME HAVE THOUGHTS AND WRITE THEM OR SAY THEM SO THAT IS WHAT ILL DO IN THE FUTURE TOO SCROLLLLLLLLLLLLLING SO THAT GIRL MARY WHATEVERS WRITING IS GOOD BC SHE TALKS ABOUT FUCKING TAO LIN? WHAT IF IT WASNT TAO LIN WOULD IT STILL B INTERESTING? SOMEONE JUST TOLD ME THAT WRITING IS DEAD SO THAT IS FUCKED. SOMEONE JUST TOLD ME THAT IF YOU ARE A PAINTING IN 2013 YOU ARE BORING. SO BASICALLY I AM DEAD AND BORING WTF DO THINGS HAVE TO BE DIGITIZED FOR US TO INTERACT WITH THEM ARE WE COMPUTER ADDICTS YES OF COURSE SO NOTHING ANALOG IS GOOD ENOUGH IS IT A SICKNESS TO ENJOY LIFE IRL AM I A ZOMBIE R SOMETHING PEOPLE EXPRESS THEIR HATE TOWARDS NATURE ALL DAY GOING OUTSIDE ISNT COOL ANYMORE I AM VERY CONFLICTED BY THIS BRAVE NEW WORLD OF OURS. SO THEN IT IS TRUE THAT ITS NOTHING UNLESS A GATEKEEPER SAYS IT IS SOMETHING AT WHICH POINT IT BECOMES SOMETHING.

IS ART, THEN, JUST A CONTRIVED VERSION OF ENTERTAINMENT? ID RATHER WATCH COLLEGE FOOTBALL WHITE PEOPLE IN OREGON TAKE THEIR FAMILIES TO PEDICURES PROCEEDING TO THE TRADER JOES SAMPLE COUNTERS TALKING TO PURE STRANGERS ABOUT ARTICHOKE ANTIPASTA AND LISTENING TO DAVE MATTHEWS ALL HOURS OR ALL DAYS

WHAT IS THE BEST ATTITUDE WITH WHICH TO APPROACH BEING AN ARTIST? MAKING ART? HAVING A CAREER? WHAT IS THE MOST EFFECTIVE PERSONALITY TYPE? WHAT TRAITS ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT? ARE WE REALLY TO BELIEVE THAT HAVING VISON, CONSTANT FLOW OF IDEAS, AWARENESS, TENACITY, TECHNICAL ABILITY, ETC, ARE ENOUGH? IS HAVING A CLEAR IDEA OF YOUR BRAND THE MOST IMPORTANT THING? IS CONFUSION ALLOWED? IS IGNORANCE BLISS? IS IT BEST NOT TO GIVE PEOPLE EXPECTATIONS? IS IT BEST TO MANIPULATE YOUR AUDIENCE INTO THINKING YOU DONT CARE? IS IT BETTER TO STICK TO ONE THING? TO BECOME A MASTER? ITS IT BETTER TO BE A JACK OF ALL TRADES? TO USE A FEW MEDIUMS IN THE SAME WAY SO THEY CAN ACCOMPANY EACHOTHER SEAMLESSLY IN A SOLO SHOW? IS IT BETTER TO DO WHATEVER COMES TO MIND? SHOULD AN ARTIST EXPOSE THEIR CONFUSION, LAPSES, DRY SPELLS, WRONG TURNS, AND FAILURES, OR SHOULD THESE FALLACIES BE SWEPT UNDER THE RUG, INSTEAD PROMOTING YOURSELF AS A FULLY-ATTACHED FUL LY-SENTIENT SELF-AWARE SMOOTHLY-TRANSITIONING FORWARD-MOVING OMNIPOTENT BEING? IS IT ALLOWED TO LET YOUR AUDIENCE KNOW THAT YOU ARE SCARED AND UNSURE OR DOES THAT DAMAGE YOUR STOCK? IS IT BEST TO WIN ALL ARGUMENTS? IS IT BEST TO SWEEP INTO ROOMS FULL OF DEBONAIRE AND LEAVE THEM GUSHING FOR MORE? IS IT BEST TO BE A CRITICS DANDY? IS IT BEST TO BE A PAINTERS PAINTER? IS THE GUISE OF HUMILITY AN EFFECTIVE TACTIC? DOES NAIVETE BRING WITH IT A MUCH NEEDED AIR OF FRESHNESS? SHOULD WE FOCUS ON BEING KIND OF DUMB BUT KIND OF HOT? OR AS PRIMAL BEINGS DRUNK PISSING IN FIREPLACES? IS IT BETTER COME OFF AS UNATTAINABLE BUILDING WALLS AND LAYER AROUND US SO THAT WE ARE NEVER EXPOSED? SHOULD WE ANSWER OUR FACEBOOK MESSAGES? SHOULD WE MAKE PEOPLE AROUND US FEEL STUPID OR SMART OR DISGUSTED OR ELATED? SHOULD WE PRETEND THAT WE ARE SATISFIED AND EASILY PLEASED? CLAY IN YOUR HANDS TO MOLD? SHOULD WE BROWN NOSE CRITICS AND PANDER TO THEIR PENS? SHOULD WE FOCUS ON BEING HONEST TO OURSELVES AT ALL COST? IS IT BEST TO HIDE BEHIND SMOKE AND MIRRORS? SHOULD WE ELIMINATE OUR INTERNET FOOTPRINTS? IS IT BEST TO OVEREXPOSE OURSELVES? TO ALLOW VIEWERS TO WADE THOUGH OUR LIVES AS ARCHIVED BY OUR TWITTER FEEDS POLAROIDED-PARTY-PICS AND STUDIO-MADE OBJECTS? IS IT IMPORTANT TO BE WEARING DIFFERENT CLOTHES EVERY TIME YOU FIND YOURSELF HOLDING A BOTTLE OF PERRIER OR JACK DANIELS OR EL TINIEBLO OR ALACRAN DURING A PHOTOSHOOT OPPORTUNITY? DOES CAUTION HAVE ANY VALUE OR SHOULD WE FLING OURSELVES FROM EVERY AVAILABLE CLIFF? SHOULD WE SHUT OUR BIG MOUTHS? SHOULD WE FEAR AND RESPECT OUR POTENTIAL BUYERS? SHOULD WE BE POLITE AT THE DINNER TABLE? SHOULD WE SHAKE HANDS WITH OUR ENEMIES? SHOULD WE SHOW REPECT TO OUR ELDERS WHILST FUNDAMENTALLY DISAGREEING WITH THEM? ARE WE COURT JESTERS? SHOULD WE APPEAR DARING AND HILARIOUS WHEN WE HAVE THE AUDIENCE OF POTENTIAL BUYERS? SHOULD WE QUESTION EVERYTHING? SHOULD WE QUESTION NOTHING? SHOULD WE MAINTAIN PARASITIC CASUAL RELATIONSHIPS FOR THE SAKE OF UPWARD MOBILITY? SHOULD WE BE PATIENT OR SHOULD WE BREAK DOWN THE DOOR? DO OUR SOCIAL SKILLS HAVE AS MUCH IMPACT ON OUR CAREERS AS OUR ABILITIES TO MAKE ART? IF WE HAVE AN IMAGE SHOULD WE PROTECT IT OR RUPTURE IT OR SHOULD WE DOUBLE BACK AND VEER OFF IN A DIFFERENT DIRECTION? SHOULD WE FIGHT FOR OUR BELIEFS OR WAIT AND HOPE? SHOULD WE TURN THE OTHER CHEEK? SHOULD WE TAKE BAD OPPORTUNITIES SLUNG AT US BECAUSE WE ARE YOUNG AND THEY ARE AVAILABLE? SHOULD WE SPEAK OUT? SHOULD WE SHUT THE FUCK UP? SHOULD WE TONE IT DOWN? SHOULD WE NOT RISK AS MUCH? SHOUD WE RISK MORE? SHOULD WE LISTEN? SHOULD WE JUMP ON THE BANDWAGON? SHOULD WE MAKE AND THINK WHAT OTHER PEOPLE WANT US TO MAKE AND THINK? SHOULD WE FOCUS ON ENTERTAINMENT VALUE? SHOULD WE MAKE FAN SITES FOR OURSELVES AND H8 SITES TOO? SHOULD WE BE MORE CONCERNED WITH DOING BUSINESS OR MAKING GESTURES? IS IRONY EFFECTIVE? WOULD IRONY PROTECT US FROM BEING STRIPPED NAKED DOWN TO WHAT WE REALLY THINK? WOULD HUMOR PROTECT US FROM THE CHOPPING BLOCK OF OUR ACTIONS? DOES WHAT WE THINK REALLY MATTER OR IS THAT OUT OF OUR HANDS? ARE ARTISTS TO ART WHAT MODELS ARE TO FASHION? SHOULD EVERYTHING WE MAKE FIT COMFORTABLY IN A HOUSE OR RESTAURANT OR DOCTORS OFFICE? IS IT CONDONED TO CHANGE YOUR MIND? IS IT TRUE THAT BEAUTY TRUMPS ALL? IS IT IMPORTANT TO TAILOR YOUR MESSAGE TO YOUR AUDIENCE? SHOULD WE GO TO THE MARKET OR SHOULD WE WAIT FOR THE MARKET TO COME TO US? CAN TRUELY EVERYTHING BE SOLD? IS IT BETTER THAT WE PRETEND TO LOVE EVERYTHING THAT WE MAKE? WILL THAT CREATE A UNIFIED FRONT? IS IT BETTER THAT WE ARE HIGHLY CRITICAL OF EVERYTHING INCLUDING OURSELVES? IS BEING A YOUNG ARTIST IN ANY WAY A DETRIMENT? WHEN WE ARE OLD WILL WE ACCEPT THINGS MORE AND FIGHT BACK LESS? WILL WE REGRET BEING SO TEMPESTUOUS? IS IT BETTER TO WORK FROM OUTSIDE OR INSIDE THE INSTITUTION? IS IT BETTER TO TRUST OR BE SKEPTICAL? DOES AN ARTIST WITH MORE MONEY GENERALLY HAVE MORE POTENTIAL TO MAKE IMPACTFUL WORK? IS AN ARTIST WITH MONEY GENERALLY A BETTER ARTIST THAN AN ARTIST WITH NO MONEY? IS IT BETTER TO MAKE A SMALL BODY OF HIGHLY CONSIDERED WORK OR A HUGE BODY OF IMMEDIATE AND GROTESQUE WORK? IS A SMARTER PERSON A BETTER ARTIST? WILL WE HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT OUR WORK FOR OTHERS TO UNDERSTAND IT? WILL SOMEONE HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT OUR WORK FOR OTHERS TO LIKE IT? WILL OUR WORK HAVE TO BE SOLD FOR OTHERS TO RESPECT IT? HOW DO WE IMPROVE? ARE OUR FATES SEALED? IS THERE A CUTOFF OR A DEADLINE OR A SIGN WE SHOULD BE LOOKING FOR THAT WILL TELL US IF WEVE MADE IT OR NOT? IF WE BELIEVE DEEPLY IN OUR WORK DOES THAT MEAN ITS GOOD? 
THE SKY IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART A HOMERUN IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART THE PACIFIC OCEAN, TUPAC SHAKUR, DOUGLAS FIR TREES, THE STARS, THE PHOSPHORESCENT LONG HANGING AUTUMNAL MOON, SUPER BASS, SONIC YOUTH FULL BORE, A FACE FULL OF WIND, AND BEING CRAMMED IMMOBILIZED SWEATING PROFUSELY IN THE RUSH HOUR METRO ARE ALL MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART HELPING PEOPLE WITHOUT RECOGNITION IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART

A FLOWER IS MUCH MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART TELLING SOMEONE YOU LOVE THEM IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART AND KEEPING YOUR WORD IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART BEING SCARED IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART THE SMELL OF MUSCLE CARS AND CAMPFIRES IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART A NUCLEAR BOMB IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART THE SUN SETTING BEHIND A RIVER CUTTING THROUGH A FIELD OF TALLGRASS IN OREGON IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART EVERY SMILE AND EVERY FROWN IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART BEING HONEST IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART THE TINIEST FLAME IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART A HOLE IN THE GROUND IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART RAIN WILL ALWAYS BE MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART EVERY BIRTH AND EVERY DEATH IN THE HISTORY OF LIFE IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART USING YOUR MIND AND VOICE TO COMMUNICATE YOUR THOUGHTS TO OTHER PEOPLE IS INFINITESIMALLY MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART LOVE IS A BATTLEFIELD

I saw your blue toothbrush and I missed you I saw your little dusty tennis shoes and I wanted you to be here with me your lotion and your rumpled clothes and the place in the bed where you usually smile in the morning with your eyes still closed and whisper hanselino. I watched a movie that I wanted to watch with you and I wanted you to fall asleep in my arms like you always do and I missed you and I missed you I missed you


ITS GOOD TO BE AROUND PEOPLE BUT NOT TALK. SMILE AND LET THEM SMILE TO YOU. LET YOUR FACE AND EYES AND TEETH BE A REFLECTION OF THEIR FACE AND EYES AND TEETH NO MORE AND NO LESS. SIT IN THE BOWS AND LOOK DOWN AND THINK UPON THEM AND WITH THEM. BE NEAR AND BE VERY FAR . ITS GOOD THESE THINGS ARE GOOD THESE ARE GOOD THINGS. LET THE NOISE DROWN ALL THOSE WORDS ALL THOSE WORDLESS WORLDLY WORDLESS WORDS THAT DONT MATTER ONLY THE EYES MATTER ONLY THE WAY THE EYES REFLECT THE MIND MATTER ONLY THE NOISE MATTERS THAT SHOUT THAT GREETS THAT SALUTES FROM THE EYES FROM THE MIND MATTER. THE SHINY BOTTLE CLUTCHED BETWEEN YOUR SHINY BLACK SUIT JACKET AND THE CROOK OF YOUR ELBOW DOESNT MATTER HERE ONLY THE SHARPNESS OF YOUR EYES AND YOUR MIND MATTER HERE OR ANYWHERE THE LEATHER BAG CLUTCHED DELICATELY ON YOUR THN BRONZE WRIST DOESNT MATTER HERE ONLY THE BRILLIANT CATAPULT FROM YOUR RETINAS TO MY RETINAS MATTER HERE. I AM SITTING ON A COOL WAIST HIGH WALL LOOKING DOWN ON SOCIETY PACKED TOGETHER CHATTERING LIKE FINCHES


I confronted my friend’s face with a clump of dirt and grass saying this is more important than art. Swaying through a collectors house I never met, distinct piss footprints on the roof. Soap opera music I want to wash the salt of extreme wealth off my face and steal something. The muchachas waiting in vain. Limping slowly in the moonlight me and my shadow. Its art because I want it to be art. I fit right in in American Apparel. All my anti-business posturing is part of my business acumen. I’m going to take all this juice I’m acquiring in Latin America and cash it in in New York City. Mexican artists taught me that making fake social change is the best way to receive grant money. Is dichotomy the most common word in an art bio? Subversive? Oscillation? It is important here to treat your art making underlings like muchachas and gatas pay them like that too. Hands without brains, faces without eyes. Talking about race discrimination will usually do the trick. Death, real death, fat bellies with purple bullet holes, is sexy provocative material. What business model art you pushing? I love the fake mysterious erased internet footprint alias creating nerd fuckable conundrums left and right copy to your tweet feed and we can sell this. My grand opus is dressing like a slut. I demand that my issue with the doldrums of hetero male fashion stay bombed all over my frontal cortex. Beethoven said he wanted to break his piano with an axe. It is a powerful web that many female internet artists choose to weave coaxing bank transfers out of the tip of internet informed sexless or ponytail feet fetished latently gay penises of straight men with art collections. Some collectors don’t want honesty they want to rub lies on their face like a used pair of panties. We are driving in the grey sweet air. I started wearing flower shirts now H&M has unveiled their jungle print line there must be a connection. A Televisa building invaded by plants. There are no paintings in Mexico but there are a fuck load of photos that have been drawn on or cut or whatever so rock on guys.


A CRAZY WOMAN FROM DALLAS TOLD ME ONE TIME THAT WILLIAM POWHEDA DESERVES RESPECT BC HE PAID FOR GRADUATE SCHOOL. YAWN HIGH-FABBING STUPID IDEAS IS THE ART EQUIVALENT OF HAVING A TINY COCK AND DRIVING A FORD-150 EXTENDED CAB. THE PROBLEM REMAINS

WRAP UR STUPIDITY IN BUFFED OUT PLASTIC OR DIP IT IN METAL NOW U LOOK SURPRISINGLY SMART UR STUPID RICH FRIENDS CAN C THEIR REFLECTIONS 2! 
I HAVE THE EGO OF A MALACOPA LATINO. I HAVE THE EGO OF A WHITE BITCH. MIRAAA. WHY DO SORORITY CHICKS INSIST IN LIVING IN THE SECOND WORLD? MY GALLERIST SWITCHED UP HIS KNOCKOFF RICK OWENS SWEATER. THE IDEA OF A COLLECTOR OVER MIDLIFE CRISIS SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME. THOSE FIRST BLIND MICE DROVE FROM ANTIGUA AND SWIFTLY UTURNED BACK TO THEIR SERVING STAFF. A BALD WOMAN PUT HER SHINY WAXED HEAD ON THE SWEATY 8AM FOREARM OF A MAN WHO GREW UNCOMFORTABLE. I WAS DEPRESSED FOR 4 DAYS UNTIL I SLAMMED MY THUMB IN A DOOR. MY WORK IS OVERPHOTOSHOPPED I TURN UP THE VIBRANCE ITS GOING TO BE DISAPPOINTING WHEN THE FEDEX PACKAGE ARRIVES. BABY GOTTA B POUNDING THAT COCA COLA BOTTLE WERKING ON THAT YOUNG TRASHCAN BODY. EVERYONE TALKS ABOUT HOW CONTEMPORARY ART IS TOO CRYPTIC, SO LETS MAKE IT MORE CRYPTIC. LETS WRITE 10 PAGES OF INSANE PRESS RELEASES, THE CONCEPTUAL OBJECTIVE READYMADE WORK CANNOT CONTAIN ANY SEMBLANCE OF BEAUTY OR AUTONOMY IT CAN ONLY FUNCTION IN A RELATIONAL CONTEXT, REFERRING TO DEEPLY BURIED 4CHAN INSIDER JOKES. EVERYTHING MUST BE OVERLAYERED. MORE LOCKS MORE CHAINS. NOTHING CAN BE CLEAR OR ECONOMICAL. MAKE EVERYONE ASSUME THAT YOU ARE RICH AND ECLECTIC AND FROM A SUBURB. CONCISE GETS SUBMERGED IN A MURKY LAKE THROWING OFF THE SCENT. THE ONLY THING HANDMADE SHOULD BE THE PRICE TAG. THE CONCEPTUAL MOTIF OF SEARCHING FOR A SUELDO CIGARETTE OUTSIDE METRO DIVISION DEL NORTE. DOING SMART THINGS UNDERMINES MY GURU TRUISMS, WHICH SUPPORTS MY GURU TRUISMS. THIS IS MY FIRST ART SHOW. THIS IS MY FIRST ART PIECE. I AM DANCING ENDLESS CIRCLES. SOME PLATFORMS ARE TOO PURE FOR WRETCH LIKE US. MY NEW GOAL IS A SOLO SHOW AT THE SOUMAYA. FUCK THE NEW MUSEUM. IT IS TOO SMART TOO CRITICAL TOO APPLIED TOO WELL PUT TOGETHER TOO NEW YORK IT MAKES TOO MUCH SENSE IT IS TOO MUCH WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR. THE NEW MUSEUM FUNCTIONS WITH MORE GRACE THAN ANY SLICE OF LIFE THAT IVE EVER SEEN. A DEEP ALCOHOLIC TOLD ME AT 5AM THAT I AM TOO PRETTY TO BE AN ARTIST. THE SOUMAYA IS OVER BUTTERED FUCKING COCK MOUTHED HUMANS BASTARDIZED GLOATING BEAUTIFUL THE REAL DEAL. THIS ATTITUDE WAS BORN FROM UNSURMOUNTABLE LIFETIME FAILURE AND A DIET OF HOTDOGS. A PRESS RELEASE FOR A SHOW ENDLESS JARGON DOGGEREL MCDONALDS IN ZONA ROSA IS MY STUDIO. YOUR DUMB FUNKY UNEDUCATED NO GAME OVEREDUCATED ASSES CAINT NEVER SEE ME EVER. THIS IS WHERE MY VOICE GETS HOARSE. GETTING CHIPPED OUT BY THE EUROPEAN GOVERNMENT THROUGH CONTEMPORARY ART PYRAMID SCHEMES. I ALREADY EXPECTED YOU TO LEAVE UNSATISFIED SO IF YOU ARE STILL HERE YOU ARE NOT MY TARGET DEMOGRAPHIC. KOETSU AND SOTATSU. THIS IS FOR THE 60 YEAR OLD BUSINESS MOGUL IN A NARCO POLO WHO GIVES HIS UGLY BRAINED YOUNG WIFE FROM THE IBERRO BY WAY OF GUADALAJARA PLASTIC SURGERY FOR VALENTINES DAY. SURELY THE WORLD WILL DIE BEFORE IM CASHING THESE PIECES OUT. I EXPECT THE OWNER OF TACO INN TO PURCHASE THIS PIECE AND PLAY IT FROM THE ROOF. I EXPECT EUGENIO LOPEZ TO PURCHASE THIS SOULFUL GAME AND PLAY IT WHEN HES MAKING LOVE. I EXPECT PEDRO REYES TO DOWNLOAD THIS FOR FREE FROM MY SOUNDCLOUD AND STRIP THE IDEAS FROM IT AND MIX THEM WITH SOCIOLOGY AND BE REWARDED IN THE FORM OF HUGE GOVERNMENT GRANTS AND PAY MUCHACHAS TO MAKE EXPENSIVE ART OUT OF IT THAT IS MY BEST PIECE SO FAR. I AM SOON GOING TO BE BLACKLISTED FROM ANY PROMINENT COLLECTION AND THAT WILL BE A GREAT PIECE TOO. I APOLOGIZE TO MY MOM I AM GOING TO NEED FINANCIAL SUPPORT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. MY GIRLFRIEND IS MAKING PAINTINGS WITH GELATO AND WE HAVE A CIVIL UNION. ENDLESS NAKED GIRLS ON CAMERA, ART GESTURE OR OTHERWISE. DIS HAS LOST THE JUICE. IF YOURE GONNA BREAK ART, YOU HAVE TO BREAK WRITING TO WRITE ABOUT IT. FIGHTING DOGS BLEATING IN THE SAN RAFAEL MIDNIGHT. I BUILD MOMENTUM ON FACEBOOK WHENEVER I NEED IT. THE STARS ARE MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN ART COULD EVER BE. I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT AMADEUS. SUCCESS IN THIS LIFE REQUIRES BUSINESS PEDIGREE. THE CLAMP IS TIGHTENING MORE AND MORE I CANT FEEL MY FINGERS I AM BEING SNUFFED OUT LIKE A CAUGHT BUTTERFLY IN A FREEZER JAR. IM BEING SNUFFED OUT LIKE AN ACOLYTES CANDLE. IM BEING SNUFFED OUT LIKE THE RIGHTS OF ANY URBAN DWELLER LIVING UNDER AN 8 FIGURE INCOME BRACKET IM BEING SNUFFED OUT. I SPRAYED ALL THE COLORS ON TOP OF EACHOTHER MY TRIGGER FINGER IS FEEBLY IMAGINING CRAMPS ON THE SHEER CRUMBLING FACE OF MOUNT LEMON A PITCHERS ELBOW I AM FEELING THE SQUEEZE I JUST WANT TO SELL ONE MEASLY FUCKING THING AND GAIN AN INCH OF AIR TO BREATHE. FUCK I WOULD RATHER BE MOZART THAN SALIERI! FUCK I WOULD RATHER BE A METEOR THAN A COLD SLEEPING PLANET! FUCK I WOULD RATHER SCRAPE BY ON PRIDE AT THIS CALLOUS HORRIBLE EXHAUSTING LIFE THAN SELL OUT FOR THE SAKE OF MY FUTURE SPOILED CHILDRENS NUEVO RICH ORGANIC PRIVATE SCHOOL! FUCK I WANT TO GIVE MYSELF JUSTIFICATION FOR STAYING ALIVE! FAILURES ARE THE ONLY THING THAT FEEL REAL. I CONSIDER IT A PRIORITY TO CANCEL MY JOB AND PARTY WITH RICH PEOPLE WHO CALL THEMSELVES ARTISTS. HUSTLING GOVERNMENTS. IVE NEVER FOUND TRUTH IN BOOKS IVE ALWAYS FOUND TRUTH IN ELECTRONIC MUSIC IT IS THE TRUTH THE REVERBERATION OF GODS VOCAL CHORDS ASK ANYONE. BERSHKA DOT COM. MEXICANS ARE GREAT ROCKCLIMBERS YOU SHOULD SEE THE WAY THEY GRIP THE RUBBER WEATHERPROOFING THAT SURROUNDS THE METRO WINDOWS WITH THUMBNAILS AND INDEX FINGERS. EVERYTHING WILL BE REPEATED INFINITELY UNTIL THERE IS NO MORE NUTHIN. THIS IS NEO 16TH CENTURY JAPANESE PRINTMAKING. PHOTOSHOP SAVED MY LIFE. AN INTERNET ARTIST IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AMAZON JUNGLE WITH STICKS AND FIRE MAKING INTERNET ART. I WOKE UP AND FRANTICALLY PHOTOSHOPPED FOR 6 HOURS. THERE ARE SOME THINGS I SHOULDNT TWEET ABOUT. DO NOT DENY MY COMPLIMENTARY ASSERTION THAT THERE ARE GOOD ROCK CLIMBERS IN MY NEW COUNTRY. HERE IN MY NEW COUNTRY HOW DARE A WHITE AMERICAN EXTEND THE REGALIA OF KIND WORDS UPON AN AMBASSADOR OF ANOTHER CULTURE. A CURSE UPON MY HOUSE. A CURSE UPON MY PENTHOUSE. I WANTED TO DESTROY MY ABILITY TO RECOGNIZE MYSELF. I BURNED ALL OF MY BOOKS IN A GESTURE TO THE HUMAN CAPACITY TO REMEMBER. LAST NIGHT I WOULD HAVE PREFERRED TO TALK ABOUT SPORTS. 5 HUMANS SAT AND SPOKE THE GOSPEL FROM THEIR WILLING MOUTHS LISTENING TO THEMSELVES WITH SELF-IMPORTANT GLEE I SHUT MY TRAP AND PRAYED FOR AN EARTHQUAKE. FIRE EXTINGUISHERS WARM COCA COLA AND A DEAD TONGUE CLASPING FATE AND MORTALITY. LARS TCF HOLDHUS MADE A PERFECT SONG I HAVE BEEN LISTENING TO IT ON REPEAT FOR 4 DAYS. I CANT TELL IF I REALLY KNOW WHAT I AM DOING OR IF I AM ATROCIOUS SMOTHERED IN DENIAL. ALL OF MY UNDERWEAR IS TATTERED ALL OF MY CLOTHING IS RUFFLED MY SOUL IS TARNISHED MY EYELIDS ARE HANGING THERE IS SWEAT BUILDING UNDER THE STUBBLE OF MY UPPER LIP THERE IS PURPLE BLACK AEROSOL EMBEDDED INTO THE GROOVES OF MY KNUCKLES. I FALL FORWARD INTO GRAVITY LIKE A SLUG A FORTUNE TELLER SAYS I AM A CHEATER MY MUSCLES ATROPHY I WEAR WOMENS CLOTHING I WRITE LETTERS OF RECOMMENDATION AND I CANNOT PAY RENT. ONCE I SAW THE DEVIL COLLECTING HIMSELF IN THE DARKEST CORNER OF A SMALL LIVING ROOM. ONCE I BROKE INTO A HOUSE AND VANDALIZED THE CEILING WITH THE SAME BAD SCRAWL THAT IM NOW INCREASINGLY KNOWN FOR. WE USED TO WADE IN A CRISP STREAM AND CATCH CRAWDADS. THIS PAGE OF WRITING MARKS A LOW POINT IN MY LIFE. IT IS A GAMBLE. TINO SEGHAL IS FUCKING RADICAL FUCKING RADICAL. CROSSING GATES. USING SOUND TO CREATE THRESHOLDS. USING SOUND TO ABSOLUTELY DOMINATE THRESHOLDS. USING SOUND TO TRANSCEND A SPACE. USING SOUND TO TRANSCEND THE BODY. USING SOUND TO TRANSCEND TIME. SOMEHOW. THAT SHIT PUTS ME ON A LEVEL. LEAVING MYSELF BEHIND. LEAVING MYSELF AND YOURSELF AND OURSELVES BEHIND. BUILDING A SWELL A SURGE SO IMPOSSIBLY VAST SO TRANSCENDENTALLY VAST SO USELESSLY AND INFINITELY UNEQUIVOCALLY VAST. SO FUCKING FLAT AND NOTHING AND BOLD AND FULL AND EVERYTHING AND ALL AND ALL THINGS. SO MANY ADJECTIVES. THIS IS NOT MUSIC. I DONT KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS BUT IT IS NOT MUSIC. FUTILE FEUDAL CALLIGRAPHY FROM THE IDEA OF AN AUTUMN-LEAVED MOUNTAINTOP. AND ALSO I AM A BAD ARTIST. I BELIEVE IN A FORCE MUCH GREATER THAN MEXICO CITY OR CATHOLIC GOD I BELIEVE IN SUPER BASS. I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT SLEEPING IN PARKS. I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT SLEEPING ON THE STREET THE FLOOR NOWHERE SOMEWHERE TERRIBLE SOMEWHERE THAT I NEVER WANT TO SLEEP AGAIN I ALMOST FORGOT I BETTER NOT EVER FORGET THE DIRT. NEO 16TH CENTURY JAPANESE PRINTMAKING. TINO SEGHAL DESERVED THE TURNER PRIZE. DEGENERATE ART BECAME THE SOIL THAT NOURISHED THE GERMAN HILLSIDE THE PRE POST IMPRESSIONISTIC BESTIAL NIGHTMARE THE DIRECTOR OF ZONA MACO. MOZART DIED POOR. CARLOS SLIM SHOULD BE AWARDED THE FONCA. IF YOU CANT BEAT EM JOIN EM. DO YOU THINK THAT PAUL PFEIFFER HAS HOOP GAME BC IM PRETTY SURE THAT KADAR BROCK HAS HOOP GAME DO YOU THINK JOHN BALDESSARI HAS HOOP GAME?: A RETROSPECTIVE AT THE WHITNEY MUSEUM OF AMERICAN ART. I AM WEARING A FEW THOUSAND PESOS WORTH OF ZARA MEN´S AND I CANT PAY THE RENT FOR SHIT. HONEY, I THINK WE FOUND THE CONTEMPORARY GERTRUDE STEIN. HONEY, I THINK WE FOUND THE CONTEMPORARY PEGGY GUGGENHEIM. THERES NO REASON TO WALK ON THE SIDEWALK WHEN YOU HAVE THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET. SOME LITTLE KID FROM XOCHIMILCO CALLED ME A NENE ON FACEBOOK. WAKING UP TO A WINGLESS PREFLIGHT WASP DROPPING IN ON YOUR SOUTH GERMAN FACE. GARBAGE WITCH HOUSE BLONDE SUPER SLUT ZORRA FACEBOOK ARTISTS WHO LOOK LIKE OTHER GARBAGE WITCH HOUSE BLONDE SUPER SLUT ZORRA FACEBOOK ARTISTS FROM THE SOUTH WHO MAKE UNINTENTIONAL COPIES OF RYAN MCGINLEYS. FLUORESCENT LIGHT PINK SUNRISE KILLING ANTS. MAYBE IM AN ART CRITIC. PUBLIC NOSEJOBS AT IMMIGRATION OFFICES. PUBLIC NOSEJOBS AT ARTFORUM DOT COM. PUBLIC NOSEJOBS IN AZCAPOTZALCO. WHAT THE FUCK EVER. THE MOSQUITOS ARE ENTERING. WE WANT TO WORK IN SANTA FE. I HAVE BEEN INVITED TO TLAXCALA AGAIN. THIS IS NOT NEW YORK. I WANT TO WRITE LIKE A THREE YEAR OLD I SPENT THE DAY PAINTING WITH A THREE YEAR OLD SHE IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN ME. THINGS THAT ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART: SNOW. PREDICTED TEXT ACTIVATED. PREDICTIVE TEXT DEACTIVATED. A WALL. A DRY SPELL. A DROUGHT. A FAMINE. A TEAL WATERFOUNTAIN OUTSIDE THE BUSWINDOW. POCKMARKED GODINEZ IN A BAGGY SUIT SMOKING A CAMEL LIGHT ON A CORNER IN A BORING PART OF TOWN. LISTENING IN ON CONVERSATIONS I COULDNT UNDERSTAND ANYWAY. I FOLDED A SMALL GOUACHE PAINTING 2 TIMES AND PUT IT IN MY BACK RIGHT POCKET. COVERED IN PAINT IN PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION. MY TOUR GUIDE SAID THAT TENOCHTITLAN WAS BUILT BY ALIENS. STRETCH A PAINTING WHILE ITS COMPLETELY WET. WRITING THINGS DOWN TO REMEMBER THEM. I NEED MORE AMERICAN FLAG SHIRTS. IT IS FUNNY AS FUCK TO SHOW THESE PIECES IN LEGITIMATE SPACES. IF THAT EVER HAPPENS. FOR MUSEUMS ONLY. WOW. A LOOPHOLE WHERE THE WORSE THE PIECE IS THE BETTER THE PIECE IS. A LOOPHOLE WHERE TAKING THE TIME TO WRITE DOWN ARBITRARY STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS WORDS CONSTITUTES MAKING ART. HANGING FROM ONE ARM LAZY SLUMP DEAD WEIGHT HOT AFTERNOON BOUNCING AT THE HIP AN ANXIOUS LEG UP AND DOWN A PIECE OF SHEER FABRIC TACKED TO THE WALL THINGS THAT PEOPLE LIKE A GENTLE BREEZE AND EMPTY VOID NOTHING IN THE TREES. SLANG PHOTOCOPIED GOUACHE PAINTED PIGEONS FOR FORTYFIVEHUNID A POP. MIKE TYSON AS THE BOATMAN FROM SIDDHARTHA: A THREE PART FOLDING SCREEN. PRESERVING YOUTUBE VIDEOS OVER OLD GROWTH FORESTS. THE NEW ARTIST AS THE ART. THE ART AS SOMETHING THAT THE NEW ARTIST TOUCHED. THE ART AS A MEMENTO OF THE NEW ARTIST. IM IN MY HOUSE IM IN MY HOUSE YELLING A BUDDHIST TEMPLE IN KYOTO INSPIRED BY SUE TOMPKINS IF I LOSE YOU IF I LOSE YOU IF I LOSE YOU INSPIRED BY THE IMMACULATE HEAVENLY DRIPS OF A STERLING RUBY PAINTING INSPIRED BY CLOUDS BY DAYTIME RAVING IN THE HOT HOT SUNLIGHT. MUCHO CRAZY. MUCH CRAZY MY FRIEND. WHEN YOU HANG AND SHOW PAINTINGS THERES NO NERVOUSNESS. ALL THE CONFLICTS HAVE BEEN DEALT WITH. YOURE ONLY ANXIOUS OVER WHETHER IT WILL SELL. LESS CONTROL IS MORE REAL. LESS SOLVED IS MORE REAL. ITS NOT FLAT ENOUGH TO BE GOOD AND ITS NOT FULL ENOUGH TO BE GOOD. ITS JUST BLAH. AND ITS NOT BLAH ENOUGH TO BE GOOD EITHER. NO ONES TRYNA HEAR NO NERD TALKIN BOUT NO NERD PAINTING. ART IS NOT USELESS. ART GRANTS US THE PLATFORM TO BE AS HONEST AS WE CAN. OBAMA IS SPYING ON MY MEME PRODUCTION. ART GAME HEIDI FLEISS. FETISHISM INNUENDO IS THE HOTTEST BUSINESS MODEL FOR YOUNG FEMALE INTERNET ARTISTS IN THE NEW MILLENNIUM. THE UNIVERSE IS EXPANDING AND CONTRACTING AND BLOCKING FACEBOOK FRIENDS. THE FRUITLESS EFFORT OF TRYING TO LEVERAGE SOMEONE ELSES ONLINE MANIFESTATIONS OF NARCISSISM TOWARD THE GROWTH OF YOUR OWN. DO WE LIKE A PARTICULAR ARTIST BECAUSE WE BELIEVE IN THEIR VISION OR BECAUSE WE WANT TO FUCK THEM IN MY GENERATION THE DISTINCTION IS FADING. EVEN THE SUN GOES DOWN. HEROES EVENTUALLY DIE. BRITNEY SPEARS CHOPPED AND SCREWED. PUSHING CULTURE ALL DAY TO KNOW ONE. ASYMMETRICAL GOLDEN PLATFORMS MOUNTAINTOPS TREES LEANING OUT OF THE MIST PLUMS HUMMINGBIRDS CRASHING LIKE WAVES BREAKING SOUNDSYSTEMS. SHUFFLING UNDERGROUND LIGHTHEADED WASHED OUT DMX SLIPPING AND FALLING DOWN HERE SWEATING OUT THE DEVIL WITH THE PEOPLE SWEATING OUT GOD WITH THE PEOPLE LIGHT CYAN FADED EGGPLANT MAGENTA AND CERULEAN ALPACA SWEATER FOR OLD WOMEN A CLOUD OF WORDS BLANK NOTES NOT LOOKING BACK NOT LOOKING FORWARD BOBBING MY HEAD TO THE REPEATING BASELINE NO EDITING REST IN PEACE MAC DRE DRIPPING DOWN THE BRIDGE OF MY NOSE CURVING INTO THE SALTY CORNER OF MY EYE JUMPING FROM THE BRIM OF MY AINSWORTH HAT MY ONLY POSSESSION TRICKLING DOWN MY RIBS AND LOWER BACK AND MEETING AT THE ELASTIC OF MY BOXER SHORTS AND HANGING OFF A BLURRY CURL OF BROWN HAIR IN FRONT OF MY LEFT EYE. I CANT BE DISTRACTED FROM THE GAZE PUNCHED OUT BY A PURPLE THUMBNAIL IN THE LOUD STILLNESS A NOISE ARTICULATED OVER TIME, A SLANTED BONSAI, A SONG MADE TO THE PERFECT CURVE OF A WALKING HIP. THROUGH THE OPAQUE MARBLEDUST HAZE OF THE TUNNEL WHEN I DIE. I THINK I HAVE CANCER. I HAVE A BAD FEELING THAT I AM NOT ALRIGHT MAYBE I HAVE A TUMOR OR A GROWTH IN MY BRAIN I CAN TASTE BLOOD IT WILL NOT HAVE BEEN THE FIRST TIME MY OUTPUT IS NOWHERE NEAR TO WHERE IT NEEDS TO BE I WANT TO RENT AN AIRPLANE AND YELL THESE THINGS TO NOONE ISNT THAT WHAT AN ARTIST DOES ANYWAY? ISNT ART A TREE FALLING IN THE WOODS? I AM A WEAPON. I FEEL INFINITE. I AM LOST IN ITS WORLD. I AM CONFIDENTLY BUMPING INTO PEOPLE ON THE STREET AND IN THE SUBWAY CARS. MY SHOULDERS FEEL WIDE AND MY JAW BONE IS JUTTING AND MY MIND SAYS I DARE YOU. A 60% SPEED RUTGER HAUER IN THE LAST SCENE OF BLADE RUNNER DARK AND SINEWY GLISTENING POWER METAL EXPLORING THE MECHANISMS OF ALIEN TECHNOLOGY AND DIVINE FREQUENCIES AND IT IS GLORIOUS. GLORIOUS LIKE GETTING DRILLED AT THE DENTIST SMELLING THE HOT ASHEN PARTICULATE OF YOUR FORM WHILE FLAILING ARMS IN ROBOTIC ECSTASY, LIKE HANGING GIBBOUS GIBBONS, WILDLY SWINGING THROUGH MICROFILAMENT SCREECHING OVER OTHERWORLD SYNTHETIC PADS OF AMBIENT MANTA REY WINGS. GLORIOUS LIKE PHILLIP GLASS BEACHCOMBING WITH A METAL DETECTOR. THE APPLICATION OF ADVANCED MATHEMATICS. RELIGIOUS CEREMONIES. THE IMPLOSION OF A BLACK HOLE. 80s TRASH METAL GUITAR RIFFS. FRAGMENTED BITTORRENTED CARBON MATTER. TIME. TELEPATHIC TRAVERSION OF NEO LANGUAGES. GOLD LEAF 3 PANELED PINE TREES RECEDING INTO MOUNTAIN GRAYNESS. REJECTION AFTER REJECTION. THE SMELL OF CITY AIR MAINLINED INTO THE NOSTRIL HANGING EAGERLY OUT OF THE HALF CRACKED TAXICAB WINDOW PLUMMETING UP A FLAT CURVED HILL. WRITING IS JUST CURATING WORDS. DRIVING IS JUST CURATING STREETS. MY FACEBOOK FEED IS LOOKING LIKE AN UNDERGRADUATE PERFORMANCE CLASS AND I AM BORED. 21st CENTURY SIMULACRA 16th CENTURY JAPANESE PRINTMAKING. I DO REALLY LOVE YOU. IM REALLY DEPRESSED AND I DONT KNOW WHY. IM SORRY


Beyond stasis archived regal unflinching gentlemen foreverness faded yellowing stiff-lipped crocuses slow silver hunting dog holding pheasants by their scruffs, an outcropping of dutch hovels and poplar lines linseeded under amber glazes ceiling trim hanging floorcreak harpsichord yawning eveningtime tea how were they good at war madam patriarch paintings. Overglossed Polyurethaned Autobodyshop Assistant Buffed and Finished I Can See My Reflection Steven Parrino Biting Heroin Hard Drinking Caucasian 1980s Shit Downtown New York City Fucking Reformed AA Whores No Longer Badass At All Chelsea Paintings. I had a crazy acid trip in Western Europe when I was sixteen and Ive been trying to repaint that experience for the rest of my life with no success paintings. Pseudo-Lazy Pseudo-Elite Rural Artschool Skowhegan Hyper Urban Decay Provisional Painting Parts 1 and 2 High End Artstore Acrylic On Canvas Not Too Sure Is The New Sure Ironic Handstretched Flawed Dripped Squiggled Sexually Ambiguous Just Saying Casual Whatever Paintings. GALS, WANT TO HEAR SOMETHING REALLY BAD THATLL REALLY START UR DAY ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE TRAX? Unskilled Race or Gender Paintings About Blight Tear Shedding Collectors Empathize With Paintings. Deep Dark Dusty Scrawled Scrubby Color Density Theoretical Dimensions Proportionate To Angst Grey Golden Sections Yale Taught Still Lifes Maine Studios Oil on Oil Primed Linen Rembrandt Brand 5th Floor Poor or Pennsylvania or Iowa Morandi God Recluse Antisocial No Heat Romantic Redundant Brushes Stored In Linseed Historical Cobweb Thin Wood Framed Near Square Shaped 5/8 3/8 Paintings Juxtapose Mag Bad At Graffiti Street Stencil Drawing On Wood Board With Paint Hallucinogenic  Antlers Coffee Shop The Final Frontier Quote Unquote Paintings to Impress My Graphic Designer Friends. I saw Francis Bacon and I couldnt get him out of my head I saw Diebenkorn and I couldnt get him out of my head I saw Richter and I couldnt get him out of my head Art School-esque With A Cheap Stupid Twist Paintings. Obsessive Compulsive High Def Super Fake Real High Fab High Geometry High Russian Airbrush Assistant Knockoffed Straight Edged Murakami Illustrative Near God Near Suicide The More Time The Better I Would Fuck Andy Warhol With Signature In The Bottom Right Corner Paintings. 2012 Picasso Paintings. Material Brand Windsor And Newton Kolinsky Well Rendered Architectural Whatever No Risk Christmas Present Khaki Pants Oblivion Paintings. Largescale Questionable Archival Cyan Magenta Yellow Pigmented Kinkos Pulled Manipulated Transferred Vinyl Post Internet Post Painting CV Building Color Spectrum I Hate Paintings But I Want To Sell Something Paintings. I Sold One To All Of My Father's Business Partners Paintings. AND THATS THE END OF MY MARKET TRAJECTORY FUKK. Doing Drugs Or Forgetting About Doing Drugs Paintings. YO ARTISTS: PRODUCE THE SHIT OUT OF THAT SHIT! Dyed Ripped Sewed Or Folded Or Painted To Look Dyed Ripped Sewed Or Folded Paintings.
India Ink On Misshapen Cotton Rag Paper Outlining My Relationship To My Country Paintings. Paint Or Ink Or Pigment On A Surface Or Dried Into Derma Or Poured On The Wall Or Floor Or On The Ceiling To Be Edgy Paintings.
Ashen Abused Burned Buried Submerged Gunshot Vandalized Rot-Covered Sanded Stolen Drug War Paintings That Proclaim I Dont Care About Paintings But I Do Male Paintings. Space Paintings Light Paintings Atmosphere Paintings Flesh Paintings Water Paintings Flower Paintings That Will Never Be As Good As The Real Thing Paintings.
Marilyn Minter Cecily Brown Jenny Saville Women Objectifying Women Paintings. MY OLD STUDIO NEIGHBOR WES LANG WAS A KKK BIKER ARTIST THAT TATTOOED GURLS AND DREW PIX OF TITS BUT HE SECRETLY WAS A PARTY NARC AND LISTENED TO COLDPLAY Berlin shit paintings out of the tube dead warm brown clammy pink purple vaginal excrement xxx kkk post Europe Butzer enthusiast paintings. WRITING BAD SENTENCES LIKE CROOKED UNPROPORTIONAL DRAWINGS THE MORE TENSES DONT MATCH UP THE BETTER ITS EMBARRAASSING AS AN ACCIDENT BUT IF U PLAY IT AS IT LAYS IT BECOMES INTENTIONAL I CANNOT SPELL EMBARRASSING IM ON THE GREEN GOIN 4 EAGE

I don’t let myself like art. If I like it I treat it like carrion and pick it apart so hard and fast that there’s nothing left for me to enjoy of it. How dare these ideas be in my mind. Art is a fucking equation that needs solving so we can be rid of it and enjoy our life like a normal godinez. I don’t let myself like my art. Liking my art would lead to being satisfied with my art and then what the fuck would I do with my life? Work at a marketing firm in New York City? Wear corduroy pants? This work is important. Or it can be. Or it might be. Or it will be. But that doesn’t create satisfaction, just more initiative to solve the equation. People say they like these pieces because they think the same things but wouldn’t think to construct art out of these thoughts. I make these pieces because I don’t know how to pick them apart or classify them. I don’t know what category they fall under. They rupture a lot of things. Play this work at Zona Maco on stadium speakers and watch those papalords go running for the hills of Reforma. I don’t trust artists who are enamored with their work; in pictures on the internet smiling smugly in front of their shit design under a florescent light in a button up shirt. How can Fernando Romero have such a dope house and invite such losers to his house. I wonder what this piece will amount to, will it be a problem for you that it’s so about me? A whole generation has been inspired by that played out photographer who’s taken theatrical self-portraits for 20 years. What’s her name? Hasn’t she milked that cow long enough? I liked Isaac Muñoz’s idea for artists to do standup comedy. Brilliant. That’s changing the approach  to making art, not just using the latest technology to make the latest same old shit. After The End Of Art caliber thinking. If you are preoccupied with telling jokes in your art, cut the shit and tell jokes, what do you need the art for? Shoutout Richard Prince. Shoutout twenty-something neo-hippies from Connecticut. Do you think that Daniel Buren now only clings to stripes out of fear? Humans lie humans fuck up its okay to go against the hasty promises of your youth. I put blinders on when I look at art. I don’t want to see anything. I just want to strip the ideas off the bones. I like walking through the Metropolitan Museum of Art listening to gangster rap thinking about my art and only my art. As if my art is the only real art in the world. As if my brain and ideas are insurmountable. As if I could see the hottest shit going and it wouldn’t penetrate. I am not open I am closed. I don’t want a single one of your ideas to enter my brain. I know it’s a brilliant idea if it finally drills through my defenses and into my temple. Sometimes it takes years to burrow through. I tried to think about my art during a Fuck Buttons concert at the Mercury Lounge on Bowery and that music obliterated me. I need my art to do that!  I was pissed off yesterday when I realized that spending 30 hours at an art fair influenced its way into my writing. How dare it. I badly hung bad art for a nice man from Stockholm with bad taste. I have never seen a gallerist so slumped over in defeat. It was mortifying. Usually they are better at lying to themselves. What am I going to do when I enter the art fair circuit? How is my sense of self going to take that blow? And surely and absolutely I will not be allowed to do something fucked up. Or smart. Or good. It will be some shitty tight little spray painted paintings on canvas maybe linen. This is a huge fear of mine. Speaking of fear let’s talk about Gabriel Orozco. Let’s talk about how fear shrinks your little balls into nothing. Let’s talk about being scared of young people who have less to lose than you and who don’t give a fuck more than you.  I was taking a shower meditating imagining a confrontation with Gabriel Orozco. Do you think he’s ever been punched in the face? That’s an important question to ask yourself of today’s artists. What could Gabriel possibly say to me? “I don’t know who you are?” I have NO IDEA what kind of art Gabriel Orozco makes. Do you guys like it? Is it good? Would he tell me I’m poor so I don’t matter? If he did Id tell him he’d be better off a lawyer. He is too barren and forsaken how can he possibly speak for humanity? A newish rule in art is that: You don’t tell me that I matter, I tell you that I matter. And if I can dictate why I, someone, matters, then I can dictate whether or not you matter. Don’t tell me to stop getting caught up in politics and arguments. I have juice because I say so. This is art. I am not a badass I just can’t fathom making the same type of work as rich dumb internet artists who read get rich quick books for art tips. I put a 10 minute loop of Drake singing “you looking good girl, goodgoodgoodgood girl, gogogogo get it girl” on Felipe Ehrenberg’s facebook event page for his latest piss poor effort. When an old washed up artist wakes up in the morning and washes his face and stares deeply into the bloodshot grey eyes in the mirror-- what does he think? I wish someone would tell me. I’ll be sitting in the same chair one day. I hope I have the grace and dignity to sit there and watch the waves roll in. I am a fucking asshole. I don’t blame him, but game over. I don’t blame any of you, but game over: An Application Letter To USC



IN THE FUTURE THERE WILL NOT BE BAD ART THERE WILL ONLY BE GOOD ART THERE WONT EVEN BE ART THERE WILL ONLY BE GOOD ART THERE WILL ONLY BE GREAT ART THERE WILL ONLY BE GREAT ARTISTS THERE WILL NOT BE ART. IN THE FUTURE THERE WILL NOT BE MODELS THERE WILL JUST BE ARTISTS THERE WILL NOT BE ATHLETES THERE WILL JUST BE ARTISTS THERE WILL NOT BE ACTORS THERE WILL JUST BE ARTISTS THERE WILL NOT BE WHORES OR PORNSTARS THERE WILL ONLY BE ARTISTS. ARTISTS WILL BE BRAND SPOKESPERSONS ALL ART SHOWS WILL BE SPONSORED BY MAINSTREAM CORPORATIONS ARTISTS MIGHT HAVE GOVERNMENT CONTRACTS ARTISTS WILL SURELY OVERWHELM ALL GOSSIP TABLOIDS AND PUT OUT PORNO VIDEOS IN UNDERGRADUATE SCHOOL AS THEIR GRADUATION THESES TO GAIN FAME AND FORTUNE AND FUCK MORE CURATORS. IN THE FUTURE FUCK ART AND FUCK ART OBJECTS AND FUCK ART GESTURES AND FUCK HISTORY FUCK YOUR HEROS FUCK YOURSELF FUCK IDEAS FUCK EVERYTHING THE FUTURE WILL NO LONGER CARE ABOUT DEPTH. ALL CONTENT AND CULTURE WILL EMBRACE ITS FLATNESS

IN THE FUTURE IF YOU ARE NOT HOT YOU ARE NOT AN ARTIST POINT BLANK
IN THE FUTURE ART SCHOOLS WILL BE IVY LEAGUE SCHOOLS THE ONLY WAY TO GET INTO THE CIRCLE IS IF YOU ARE A LEGACY OF COURSE THERE WILL BE NO EXCEPTIONS

IN THE FUTURE ART WILL B IMMEDIATELY CHANNELED INTO MAINSTREAM CULTURAL CONSUMERISM THERE WILL BE NO LAG. A BOARD OF DOCTORS AND MARKETING EXECUTIVES PAIRED WITH LAWYERS WILL SCREEN FRO MANIPULATIVE ART IDEAS TO TRICK THE PUBLIC TO CONSUME AND APPLY THEM TO MAINSTREAM CULTURE POST HASTE

IN THE FUTURE ALL ART WILL BE LASER RED AND NEON YELLOW
IN THE FUTURE CEOs WILL CONVERT INTO ARTISTS AND BUILD GLASS AND TITANIUM AND L.E.D. BASED MONUMENTS THAT SIT IN THE MIDDLE OF WIFI CLOUDS

THERE WILL BE NO INTEGRITY ARTISTS WITH INTEGRITY WILL NO LONGER BE ARTISTS

STOP THIS CONVO RITE NOW U R NOT N ARTIST
IN THE FUTURE THE VIEWER THE LAYMAN WILL NOT BE CONSIDERED
U R EITHER IN R U R OUT

EVERYONE THAT MATTERS WILL BE AN ARTIST EVERYONE THAT DOESNT MATTER WILL NOT BE AN ARTIST, DUH

IN THE FUTURE WE WILL FINALLY REACH THE LAST CANCEROUS STAGE OF CAPITALIST PERVERSION THERE WILL ONLY BE GREAT ART THERE WILL ONLY BE DRAKE AND JAY Z THERE WILL BE NO REASON TO GAUGE QUALITY IF YOU ARE AN ARTIST THAT MEANS YOU ARE A HOT SEXY FUCKING RICH GENIUS AND UR WORK IS FOREVER. INSIDE OF THIS SPIRALING GLISTENING GUTTER, DOPAMINE AND MAGIC AND HEARTBEATS WILL BECOME COMPLETELY VACUOUS WE WILL NO LONGER HAVE PASSION PASSION IS SO PLAYED OUT PASSION IS SO NOT HOT RIGHT NOW

GREAT ART WILL BE FUCKING FUCKING CLEVER DONT YOU GET IT?!
IN THE FUTURE THE ART WORLD WONT BE CALLED THE ART WORLD IT WILL JUST BE CALLED THE WORLD IN CAPS LOCKS ITALICIZED OF COURSE. ALL INSTITUTIONAL MEMBERS LIVESTREAMING THEIR BIRTHS AND DEATHS AS PERFORMANCE ON SOCIAL MEDIA CHANNELS ALL ARTISTS MUST HAVE PLASTIC SURGEONS AND NUTRITIONISTS R ELSE. IN THE FUTURE CIRCULATING AROUND ART WILL BE MORE IMPORTANT THAN SELF PRESERVATION. “IM GONNA DIE IF I DONT MAKE IT TO BASEL.” IN THE FUTURE WE WILL ALL BLOW OUT OUR EARS BLOW COCKS AND BLOW OUT OUR BRAINS FOR ART, 2 B SEEN W/ ART, 2 B SEEN W/ ARTISTS, AND TO B SEEN AS ARTISTS OURSELVES. AT AN EARLY AGE ART SCHOOL BABIES AND CHILDREN WILL BE WEEPING TO VIDZ OF MARINA AND ULAY AND DEDICATE THEIR LIVES TO THE CAUSE

IN THE FUTURE THE AMERICAN GOVERNMENT WILL HAVE A FINE ART BRANCH. THEY WILL OFFICIALLY STEP INTO THE RACKET, IT WILL BE TAUGHT IN HISTORY CLASSES THAT FINE ART IS THE LAST INVISIBLE LEASH OF COLONIALISM SPREADING TO ALL THE DARK CORNERS OF THE UNIVERSE ALL PRESS RELEASES PROMOTIONAL MATERIALS AND RAP SONGS WILL EMPLOY INTERNATIONAL ART ENGLISH WHICH WILL HAVE BECOME AN OFFICIAL AND DISTINCT LANGUAGE

IN THE FUTURE EVERY TREE PLANTED WILL BE A SCULPTURE AND EVERY SUICIDE WILL BE A PERFORMANCE AND THEY WILL ALL HAVE DEDICATED TUMBLRS. WHEN THE UNIVERSE IMPLODES THAT WILL HAVE A DEDICATED TUMBLR 2


IT WILL SOON BE REVEALED THAT GOD WAS THE FIRST CONCEPTUAL ART PIECE WE WILL STOP TALKING ABOUT DUCHAMP AND CONTINUE TALKING AND CONTINUE TALKING ABOUT JESUS


SO, HELL PUSS GOD


I will build up a massive curriculum vitae and brand-name driven primary and secondary market value and then destroy everything. Destroy my work, my name, my dignity, my relationships, my legacy; everything. Just squeeze the detonator. My great opus. Humility was never mine but hubris always was and Ill capitalize on that. Time for my wings to melt off and to fall into the ocean. My mom and my therapist(s) will turn out to be right in the end. I will see my downfall coming, sliding down the mountain toward me, I will taste it in my mouth like next-day cocaine in the nasal passage or the blood of a bit lip. All those media contacts Ill have leveraged over the years, all those institutional relationships and hangers-on wont revitalize my fading inspiration, my detachment, my irreverence towards the next generations artists and issues, Ill become unable to communicate to the contemporary human. A living memory. Not even factory-fabricated intern-assisted federal-government-financed projects will keep me afloat. I’ll be a ghost. Ill tell the media I’m quitting Art. I’ll try gardening and being a family man, unsuccessfully. A year later, anxious, bewildered, Lorazepam, Ill return to work, I’ll have to. After decades of acclaim and flashes and emails and interviews I’ll be a junkie. I won’t have had a good idea in two decades but I’ll keep the press rolling. Floundering, drowning miserably in narcissism. The Emperor’s new clothes. Ill become violently indignant. Ill lash out. Ill burn what few of my bridges were left standing. All those years of drinking and drugging and slugging my way through contractually obligated art events will have caught up. I’ll be no more than a shell of who I was when art meant something to me. Running on fumes. It will feel less and less worthwhile to wake up in the morning. In a Custer’s last stand of sorts, Ill flood the market with a bunch of ego-driven punch-drunk gasps, homages to my early ideas and intensity. My press and fans will dry up and blow somewhere else, even the naïve students will cease to approach  me. I’ll be alone with nothing, as I entered this world. I’ll let go. I’ll stop. The weight will be released. I’ll die. The prices will level out and begin to inch their way up and up in blue-chip fashion. The high school acquaintances that collected my first works and the nameless full-time caregivers that stole my last works will get rich beyond measure at the auction block. Major permanent collections will fight over my estate. Over time people will forget about the last dirty ugly years.



AM I ALLOWED TO BE HERE? AM I ALLOWED TO SHOW WORK IN A GALLERY IN MEXICO? IN A MUSEUM IN MEXICO? AT AN ART FAIR? A PROJECT SPACE? MY APARTMENT? ON THE STREET? IN A HISTORICAL MARKET IN CENTRO? IN AN ABANDONED DILAPIDATED HEROIN DEN? AM I ALLOWED TO DATE MARRY AND HAVE CHILDREN WITH A MEXICAN? WHO CAN GRANT ME PERMISSION FOR MY FREE WILL? DO I NEED TO REGISTER SOMEWHERE?  TO CLEAR MY ACTIONS WITH SOMEBODY? WHO WOULD IT BE? THE ARTISTS THAT CAME BEFORE ME? THOSE IN POWER NOW?  MY PARENTS? THE GOVERNMENT? MY OPPOSITION? DO I NEED TO STAND IN ANOTHER LINE? AM I BESMIRCHING MYSELF OR ART OR MEXICO BY BEING HERE? IS THIS PIECE A FARCE? IS THIS ENGLISH LANGUAGE A SCOURGE? IS MY MODE OF THINKING TO BE RELEGATED TO THE UNITED STATES OR TO THE CORNER? IS MY MODE OF THINKING SO FOREIGN THAT MY OPINION HAS NO VALUE? ARE MY OBSERVATIONS TAINTED? AM I DESERVING OF DEPORTATION? ARE THERE RULES THAT I SHOULD BE FOLLOWING? DO I NEED TO WASH MY FEET BEFORE I ENTER HERE? DO I NEED TO LIGHT A CANDLE? DO I NEED TO KNEEL AND PRAY? HOW MANY HAIL MARYS AND HOW MANY OUR FATHERS MUST I SAY? DO I NEED TO DONATE MONEY? IS THIS SACRILEGE? HOW MAY I BE WORTHY? IS ART A LANGUAGE THAT IS EXCLUSIVE ONLY TO LOCAL TONGUES? HAVE I CHOSEN THIS DARK ROOM BECAUSE IT SUITS MY DISPOSITION OR THE TONE OF THE PIECE OR THE PESTILENT DARK WAVE OF GLOBALIZATION THAT I RODE IN ON OR THE WAY IT DIMINISHED YOUR EYESIGHT AND FORCES YOU TO SHUT UP AND LISTEN OR FOR THE OVERARCHING AESTHETIC OF THE PIECE OR WAS I PUT IN TIME OUT HERE IN THE BLACKNESS? SHOULD I LACE UP MY SHOES SO I CAN RUN THE FUCK OUT OF HERE? DOES MY USE OF ENGLISH IN THIS CONTEXT DIMINISH MY GESTURE? AM I BETTER OFF COWERING IN THESE SHADOWS? AM I A FREAKSHOW? AM I A CLOWN? AM I A WORM? AM I A DIGNITARY? AM I A STATESMAN? AM I REPRESENTATIVE OF A GOVERNING BODY OTHER THAN MY OWN CORPOREAL GOVERNANCE? AM I DESTROYING MYSELF? AM I A LACKLUSTER WOLF IN SHEEPS CLOTHING? ARE WE DISRESPECTING THE HISTORY OF MEXICO OR THE LINEAGE OF MEXICAN ART OR ARE WE ELEVATING THE BAR? DO MY ENGLISH WORDS AND AMERICANIZED THOUGHTS SULLY ALL THAT I AM AS A HUMAN? DO THEY SULLY THE HUMANITY OF OTHERS? AM I WRETCHED AND BEST KEPT IN A FESTERING SUBURBAN BASEMENT? IS MY POTENTIAL WASTED HERE? HAVE I OVERESTIMATED MYSELF? SHOULD MY HEAD BY HELD HIGH? SHOULD I BE YELLING OR WHISPERING? AM I WALKING THE RIGHT LINE? AM I MAKING LEMONADE OUT OF LEMONS? OR JUST BLOWING THINGS OUT OF PROPORTION? WILL THIS GESTURE MAKE IT INTO MY OFTEN IMAGINED MONOGRAPH OR BE FORGOTTEN AFTER A FEW BEERS? IS THE ONLY ART WELCOME IN MEXICO THAT OF THE LOCAL OR NATIONAL AESTHETIC? AM I NOT USING ENOUGH RUSTIC LUMBER IN MY PRACTICE? AM I A DOOMBRINGER? DO I REPRESENT AN UNWELCOMED CHANGE? DO I REPRESENT A BLIP ON THE RADAR? DO I REPRESENT MADNESS HOWLING INTO THE WIND? DO I REPRESENT HOPE? AM I THE SOILING OF CAPITALISM? AM I NOTHING MORE THAN THIS QUESTION? AM I A WASTE OF A GOOD FONT? AM I NO MORE THAN THE TAINTED TINT OF MY SKIN? IS IT IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND TRUTH IN A FOREIGN PLACE? IS IT IMPOSSIBLE FOR THIS PLACE TO FIND TRUTH IN ME? DO THE POLITICAL IMPLICATIONS OF THIS PIECE UNDERMINE MY BODY OF WORK? DOES THAT LESSON THE MARKET POTENTIAL OF THE OBJECTS IVE MADE OR PLAN ON MAKING? HOW WILL MY LOCAL STOCK BE AFFECTED? WILL THIS LINE OF INVESTIGATION CREATE PROBLEMS FOR ME? WILL MY GALLERIST BE PISSED? WILL ANYTHING CHANGE? WILL ANYBODY BE INFLUENCED? WILL I BE TREATED LIKE A RASH? ARE THESE MERELY WHITE HETEROSEXUAL MIDDLE CLASS AMERICAN MALE PROBLEMS? THE MOST MEDIOCRE OF ALL? COULD I HAVE PRESENTED THIS ARGUMENT MORE SOUNDLY? DOES THE TONE OF MY VOICE OR THE QUALITY OF THE RECORDING RUIN MY EFFORT? SHOULD I HAVE USED ANOTHER FORUM? HOW WILL MY CONTEMPORARIES REACT? WILL THEY DISAGREE WITH SHOWING THEIR WORK ALONGSIDE THIS BARBARITY? WILL I CEASE TO BE INVITED TO NONCURATED GROUP SHOWS? HAVE I FOLLOWED THE THEME OF THIS EXHIBITION? SHOULD I HAVE MENTIONED ICE? SHOULD THESE QUESTIONS BE ISOLATED AND DETAINED FROM MANIFESTING THEMSELVES IN MY WORK? DOES THE CONTENT OF THESE WORDS MATTER OR WILL THEY JUST BE RECEIVED AS MONOTONE ENGLISH PSEUDO POETIC RAMBLINGS UNDER THE SHEATH OF DARKNESS? IS IT RIDICULOUS? IS IT HONEST? WILL I BE CRITIQUED FOR THE LACK OF COHESION BETWEEN THE WORDS THE ROOM AND THE SHITTY BOOMBOX? ARE THE EFFORTS OF MY CONTEMPORARIES BEING DISRESPECTED? WILL I CONVERT ANY ENEMIES INTO FRIENDS? WOULD IT BE BETTER IF I HAD LIVED HERE LONGER? WOULD IT BE BETTER IF I SHAVED MY BEARD AND WORN UNOBTRUSIVE BUTTON DOWN SHIRTS AND DOCKERS AND ARGYLE SOCKS AND WINGTIPS? I AM WRITING THIS PIECE ON THE INSIDE OF A FULL PESERO ON THE WAY TO LOMAS VERDES TO TEACH ENGLISH TO KOREAN CHILDREN WHO ARE NATIVES OF MEXICO.


WAKING UP ON THE SIDE OF THE HIGHWAY WITH A STINGING EAR AND BLOOD IN YOUR HAIR SURE LOOKS BEAUTIFUL IN PICTURES


ART IS NOT ABOUT POSTURING. ART IS NOT ABOUT POLITICS. ART IS NOT ABOUT WHO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE WHERE YOU COME FROM WHO YOUR FAMILY IS WHERE YOU WENT TO SCHOOL OR WHAT BOOKS YOUVE READ. ART IS NOT ABOUT MAKING MONEY. ART IS NOT ABOUT OBTAINING POWER. ART IS NOT ABOUT BEING RIGHT OR WRONG. ART HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT YOUVE DONE IN THE PAST OR WHAT YOU PLAN ON DOING IN THE FUTURE. ART IS NOT ABOUT WAITING FOR OR RECEIVING PERMISSION. ART IS NOT ABOUT SUCCESS AND ITS NOT ABOUT FAILURE. ART IS NOT ABOUT PRESTIGE NOR IS IT ABOUT GROVELING. ART IS NOT ABOUT BEING RIGHT NOR BEING WRONG. ART SHOULD STRIP PRETENSES. ART SHOULD BE HONEST. ART IS ABOUT DISCOVERY. ART IS ABOUT GROWTH. ART IS ABOUT CHANGE. ART IS ABOUT TRUTH. ART IS ABOUT FLEXIBILITY. ART IS ABOUT ADAPTATION. ART IS ABOUT CHALLENGE. ART IS NOT ABOUT ANGUISH, SUBMISSION, MANIPULATION, REPRESSION, ABUSE, CONFRONTATION, ELATION, ALIENATION, STRIATION, HIERARCHY, OR DESTRUCTION. ART IS ABOUT BUILDING. ART IS ABOUT EXPANSION. THERE IS NOTHING THAT YOU CAN DO TO STOP ART OR BREAK ART. ART IS INSURMOUNTABLE. ART HAS NEVER AND WILL NEVER REACH AN IMPASSE OR A ZENITH. ART WILL ALWAYS REDEFINE ITSELF.



In He was the beginning. From shade. God of old of created man. Whose house fished alone on the Earth. In sunlight on the skiff of Earth in riverbanks without form. In the shade of the gone and void, darkness of days now upon trees without forests. From the deep shade by the forty-fig banyan, Spirit-Siddhartha-God grew and moved of the waters and light-browned-riverbank and old sunshine, bathing during the light, darkness unlucky during the sacred offerings in the form of ritual ablutions.

ON THE BROWN STREET IN THE BROWN SMELLING DAY WITH THE SUN BARING THOUGH A POLICE OFFICER WITH HIS THUMBS TUCKED INTO THE ARMPIT HOLES OF HIS BULLETPROOF VEST ARMS HANGING DOWN LIKE CHICKEN WINGS LEANING AGAINST AN ALUMINUM LIGHTPOST NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD


The evening eyes saw the clouding over and wild were the eyes! Darkness streaming was everywhere upon the river of us. Facing visions of hundreds and hallucinations of deep thousands. Gone the Spirit of God which came down the American river upon the past.  Gone dreams and adorations. And animal-God saw screams divided and the face of suicides! Light of minds! Darkness opened of Time! The infinite real darkness of holy pain. And holy yells bade red farewell and jumped off of a firmament crease, off of the contorted roof and into the midst of weeping solitude! Waving! Carrying flowers to the waters! And face down in the murderer river! The saw of the waters, the knife of the waters! And into God met the body of you with the firmament of Rockland.

Time is over, friend. Of it grew such a radiant glow, nearly killed as I, blissfully luminous, out of a thousand little folds, childlike, senile, Akira to kill the stars and the evening moon that runs away. But imagine man of each day by the riverbank, holding silent and listening to the sun! We were the water, born lucky, we thought. I have never seen the ferryman.

I AM MOTIVATED BY WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR AND WILL NEVER FIND. I AM MOTIVATED BY THE PACIFIC OCEAN. I AM MOTIVATED BY NOT BEING DEAD. I AM MOTIVATED BY THE CLIMB TO THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN. I AM MOTIVATED BY ONE DAY FINDING PEACE. I AM MOTIVATED BY MY POTENTIAL. I AM MOTIVATED BY NOT BREAKING PROMISES TO MYSELF. I AM MOTIVATED BY NOT BREAKING MY WORD TO OTHER PEOPLE. I AM MOTIVATED BY MY INADEQUACY. I AM MOTIVATED BY YOUR INADEQUACY. I AM MOTIVATED BY EVERYTHING CHOPPED AND EVERYTHING SCREWED. I AM MOTIVATED BY MCDONALDS WORKERS SURVIVING RENT IN MANHATTAN. I AM MOTIVATED BY HONESTY. I AM MOTIVATED BY GREED. I AM MOTIVATED BY NARCISSISM  I AM MOTIVATED BY ATTENTION. I AM MOTIVATED BY SEEING MY HEROES GROW FAT AND SOFT AND POLISHED. I AM MOTIVATED BY FLOWERS. I AM MOTIVATED BY THE IDEA OF A LEGACY. I AM MOTIVATED BY THE ACTIONS OF WEAKNESS THAT I SEE AMONGST BIGGER ARTISTS. I AM MOTIVATED BY BLOOD IN THE WATER. I AM MOTIVATED BY HITTING A HOMERUN. I AM MOTIVATED BY FREEDOM. I AM MOTIVATED BY BEING ELBOWED IN SUBWAYS. I AM MOTIVATED BY BEING KICKED OUT OF SCHOOLS, KICKED OUT OF STUDIOS, KICKED OUT OF ART SHOWS. IM MOTIVATED BY THE SKY. IM MOTIVATED BY WILLEM DEKOONINGS FIRST SOLO SHOW. IM MOTIVATED BY MICHAEL JORDANS EXTRA HOURS SHOOTING FREETHROWS. IM MOTIVATED BY MIKE TYSONS OBSESSION WITH PERFECTION. IM MOTIVATED BY LIL BS NONSTOP BOMBARDMENT OF CONTENT. IM MOTIVATED BY TOO SHORT SLANGING RAP ALBUMS OUT OF HIS TRUNK FOR 20 YEARS. I AM MOTIVATED BY THE PERFECT GESTURE OF OLD MAN AND THE SEA BY EARNEST HEMINGWAY. I AM MOTIVATED BY THE PERFECT GESTURE OF HOWL BY ALLEN GINSBERG. I AM MOTIVATED WILLIAM BURROUGHS HOT DOPE FREE FLOW POETIC WAXINGS. I AM MOTIVATED BY DMXS PRAYERS. I AM MOTIVATED BY ABSIS MINASS BLOG. I AM MOTIVATED BY STEVE ROGGENBUCKS SENSE OF DUTY. I AM MOTIVATED BY ALL WEST COAST G SHIT. I AM MOTIVATED BY THE WIND. I AM MOTIVATED BY THE RIDICULOUSNESS OF AGE BASED HIERARCHY. I AM MOTIVATED BY LOVE. I AM MOTIVATED BY RICH SPOILED SOFT MAMAS BOY ARTISTS THAT HAVE NO JUICE AND GOT PASSED THE SILVER SPOON AND FEEL REAL PROUD OF THEMSELVES. IM MOTIVATED BY RESPECT EARNED. I AM MOTIVATED BY THE SMELL OF GRASS. I AM MOTIVATED BY MOUNTAINS. I AM MOTIVATED BY RULES.  I AM MOTIVATED BY THE EASE AT WHICH RULES CAN BE BROKEN. I AM MOTIVATED BY THE MAN. I AM MOTIVATED BY MY ENEMIES. I AM MOTIVATED BY BEING A BETTER MAN THAN MY FATHER. I AM MOTIVATED BY TUPAC AND THE FUCK BUTTONS AND THE SONIC YOUTH AND ONEOHTRIX POINT NEVER AND ROBERT DEBOIS AND NOT GIVING A FUCK AND BEETHOVEN DESTROYING HIS PIANO WITH AN AXE AND JOHN BALDESSARI DESTROYING 14 YEARS WORTH OF PAINTINGS. I AM MOTIVATED BY FEAR AND HOPE AND NOT BEING A PUSSY. I AM MOTIVATED BY SUPER BASS. I AM MOTIVATED BY TWITTER. I AM MOTIVATED BY LONGEVITY. I AM MOTIVATED BY BURNOUT. I AM MOTIVATED BY MASTERS DEGREES. I AM MOTIVATED BY THE BANDWAGON. I AM MOTIVATED BY MYSELF.





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