Saturday, 17 July 2010
More mentions in the massportraits
There are two Kelly's. One is a mum with a kidney infection that is stopping her from getting on the plane Tuesday for two weeks in Teneriffe. I told her there are some hot doctors out there incase they start to leak. All she has to do is take anti-biotics. Do it in the sun. Don't just do it. Get on with it. The other Kelly hangs at Social Suicide and makes mens casual wear. Actually, her name is Zoe. Nothing to do with Kelly. So that's four Zoe's I know. Zoe my sister with half a cow in the basement in Kansas.They used to take a mobile refridgerated vehicle to football games for tailgating parties. Most people take a cooler. Offical Costco Queen weighing in at 350. We don't talk. We don't skype either. Considering all the ways there are to communicate, I shake my head. Zoe who tattoed her left wrist with a spirit guide symbol in honour of her mid-life crisis. Good luck with Eucalyptus..better than your neighbor. Some people buy a Harley like John Martin.I painted a cup for his 70th birthday a special one just for him except it had a big 80 on it. 70--80--it's the same thing. A very late mid-life crisis as his life has been rather fine with a flock of ostriches in the back yard. Some people get a tattoo. World Tattoo--Tony Fitzpatrick's Gellery--Don Ed Hardy and me 1992. That was a sold out show of portraits...Wilma Tedworth...and Betty Bunt Cake from the Gated Community of former KKK's. I wasted a little time with a chainsaw to the brain at the art institute of chicago sitting in four hour crits listening to people relate their paintings to their childhood until one day when everyone was out of words, I said let's be honest....that wouldn't sell for ten cents at a garage sale. Nobody laughed and ah well. It was meant in jest. I liked him and his paintings. After that, it was suggested by Richard Loving to take a course in Diplomacy, but that is not my forte and I'd have to wait till January to enroll. That course was full. Then there was the guy who worked at Starbucks and filled his studio up with coffee grinds...about four feet of it...memorable. And the boobless bore who cut a one by twelve foot strip off the bottom of my collage painting as I had used some scrap off the floor of her studio in my collage...fuck. She had fifty tampons up her ass. And the girl who painted half ass oils from holiday polaroids from the 70's. I bet she's married to a doctor now. The percentage of people who really do art after art school is something like 2%. It was supposed to be significant that she was caught in a casual pose readjusting her swimsuit, so she had her finger up her ass...good for her. And the girl who poured tea down a white sheet and videoed it. What a lot to see. She videoed and documented her way in PS1 in New York and infact, I did like like her growing plants in sacks. I had drawn portraits all over my studio walls accidentally. They were supposed to remain white in the hallway. And so some students oh...I was getting away with murder. there at the Art Institute being told what to do and how to scale it bigger and being introduced to galleries as a student definetly de-hipped me a few. Don Ed Hardy lived between San Francisco and Hawaii an expert tattoo man. A Parisian marketer has put him on the shoes and even cell phones. Ed is everywhere now that he is dead. And Zoe Norridge from Oxford--the Dambudzo conference where I smashed a happy family Shona sculpture to illustrate a lecture. And Zoe, the daughter of Raphael and Yannick who can see the Evian factory from their bedroom window.
Social Suicide
What a productive day. We cycled up to Chapel St Market to get veg and fish for the party tomorrow that is going to be great and if not...they will go home with a pill which is an encapsulated animal that expands in water. Ben wanted to keep them for himself..he loves them..but I think mum got them from the dollar store. She has to get more.
Cheeseman shook my hand and said leave it up to fate. Sandwich from him and then to Ben's favourtie papa palace. Shrek featured this week. More plastic made in china to trip over in the living room. Just what we need. Dropped Ben at Tony Cannelloni's to do another search.
A triumph after several shops to find the screwdriver and a little pack of cards...50 things to do at the airport....the pg version. Got sucked into several shops myself for some purchases. And some high heel flip flops that rule.
Some croquet at Social Suicide...they are reshaping and closing down. It got me thinking about Michael Carmichael and so told the story of his suicide which turned into an impromptu comedy. As he told me over dinner one day in Seoul at the five star Lotte Goldstar Hotel...."This is a much better way to spend money. I was here yesterday trying to hang myself, but the ceiling was too low." It went in one ear and out the other as He was much too cool to do that...then again he was on the point of clammy...a six foot three replica of superman and lunch partner for three years. You'd think I would have been detecting something earlier. And our last drink...how as opposed to being a professor in Korea with four months paid holiday a year and free housing..actually a little job selling rotating ducks would be better. Specifically. He wanted to get a heavy metal duck donut machine and sell them for a dollar at Niagara Falls. I'm not sure if that was his own invention. I think it was a ritual as a child. But his parents had moved back to the country with the Saab as his girlfriend pressed him into marriage...that was a bad choice for him. He said he felt like he was on a ferris wheel that he couldn't get off of. Considering how nearly perfect he was...making a choice that was not his but was forced on him finally did him in and so he denoum waaaed on my Birthday a few months later with a low key overdose of pills in a one star b and b just down the road. We were all gathering for my birthday at Riski's red kitchen but the dancer-lawyer...she came running towards me ...Alison...crying and I knew right away from a distance of many yards. And the preacher at his funeral was angry at him . He had been counseling him. I knew nothing about it. That is my first great experience of suicide. It hit me hard. And after that, I didn't want to be in Korea anymore. I made a cup of tea for his parents who he had not seen for a few years. But I forgot to put the teabag in. So we sat drinking hot water with sugar and they were glad to hear that he had friends. As I told them this tonight at the Social Suicide Clothing Shop, one person asked ...isn't this irreverent, but thinking of MIchael, he would be happy and pleased. I even told it with a smile on my face and high heeled flip flops on my feet...He'd be happy. March 17 1999. Eleven years ago now. He must have been 30...32. That was what we were doing. Our bubble...our ex-pat cocktail crew. And Tig has loaned me his croquet set. Scott from Sheppey...nearly cut his hair. And Dave...a good night. And some t-shirt ideas to think about..l..and one....Sex drugs and rock and roll....comment...beer, masturbation and myspace....that quip came out as I wore my t-shirt one day...the new version. ah phone. mum.
Cheeseman shook my hand and said leave it up to fate. Sandwich from him and then to Ben's favourtie papa palace. Shrek featured this week. More plastic made in china to trip over in the living room. Just what we need. Dropped Ben at Tony Cannelloni's to do another search.
A triumph after several shops to find the screwdriver and a little pack of cards...50 things to do at the airport....the pg version. Got sucked into several shops myself for some purchases. And some high heel flip flops that rule.
Some croquet at Social Suicide...they are reshaping and closing down. It got me thinking about Michael Carmichael and so told the story of his suicide which turned into an impromptu comedy. As he told me over dinner one day in Seoul at the five star Lotte Goldstar Hotel...."This is a much better way to spend money. I was here yesterday trying to hang myself, but the ceiling was too low." It went in one ear and out the other as He was much too cool to do that...then again he was on the point of clammy...a six foot three replica of superman and lunch partner for three years. You'd think I would have been detecting something earlier. And our last drink...how as opposed to being a professor in Korea with four months paid holiday a year and free housing..actually a little job selling rotating ducks would be better. Specifically. He wanted to get a heavy metal duck donut machine and sell them for a dollar at Niagara Falls. I'm not sure if that was his own invention. I think it was a ritual as a child. But his parents had moved back to the country with the Saab as his girlfriend pressed him into marriage...that was a bad choice for him. He said he felt like he was on a ferris wheel that he couldn't get off of. Considering how nearly perfect he was...making a choice that was not his but was forced on him finally did him in and so he denoum waaaed on my Birthday a few months later with a low key overdose of pills in a one star b and b just down the road. We were all gathering for my birthday at Riski's red kitchen but the dancer-lawyer...she came running towards me ...Alison...crying and I knew right away from a distance of many yards. And the preacher at his funeral was angry at him . He had been counseling him. I knew nothing about it. That is my first great experience of suicide. It hit me hard. And after that, I didn't want to be in Korea anymore. I made a cup of tea for his parents who he had not seen for a few years. But I forgot to put the teabag in. So we sat drinking hot water with sugar and they were glad to hear that he had friends. As I told them this tonight at the Social Suicide Clothing Shop, one person asked ...isn't this irreverent, but thinking of MIchael, he would be happy and pleased. I even told it with a smile on my face and high heeled flip flops on my feet...He'd be happy. March 17 1999. Eleven years ago now. He must have been 30...32. That was what we were doing. Our bubble...our ex-pat cocktail crew. And Tig has loaned me his croquet set. Scott from Sheppey...nearly cut his hair. And Dave...a good night. And some t-shirt ideas to think about..l..and one....Sex drugs and rock and roll....comment...beer, masturbation and myspace....that quip came out as I wore my t-shirt one day...the new version. ah phone. mum.
Thursday, 15 July 2010
Wow. Just very basic techinical things getting in the way. Looking for a straight edge. Could I use the bottom of the tv table. That is flat and metal. or...this bendy tape measure. but it's too thin. It reminds me of the ingenious things that Peter explained his cell mates could make. They did something with a bic pen to make a tattoo gun.
Peter's cellmate made a tattoo gun out of a bic pen and a sharpened bed spring.
Z... the healer, tattooed her wrist in honour of her mid life crisis.
There is a seven second space that keeps people guessing...those moments when the green man is neither green nor red.... Myself...I was always checking my watch. I'm so relieved that it's going to be addressed. It will add a few seconds to my day.
Peter's cellmate made a tattoo gun out of a bic pen and a sharpened bed spring.
Z... the healer, tattooed her wrist in honour of her mid life crisis.
There is a seven second space that keeps people guessing...those moments when the green man is neither green nor red.... Myself...I was always checking my watch. I'm so relieved that it's going to be addressed. It will add a few seconds to my day.
Technical difficulties
Electrical and electronic things not being my specialty... my camera needs a charge, but where is it?. The last time I saw it, it was coming back to life after a period of the date running and running until it beeped. This happened as I think a button was permanently pressed while it was in my purse. I don't like to look at my camera when it is broken so I put it in the bowl of miscellaneous things in the kitchen. I do need it today. Sometimes, I have found that with a broken laptop or camera, if you put it away for a week or a month depending on the damage, a little time alone in the dark will fix it.
The computer...this toyota is not loading very quickly. But I have so many songs and movies on the data base....not my idea...that it is all running on 19% of the memory which i hear is a strain. So I must get a terrabite I think it is called that will plug in as a remote memorty...or I could toss the whole computer out the window and start again. I would lose a lot of pictures though.
Ohh. Ben is shouting because he put stickers on my pyjamas last night and now, they are a little rumpled. And yesterday, |Tony accidently ran into soy latte woman and told her to choke on a chicken bone....not good. Wanted that chapter closed. But mended with a text and voice mail. Hard to apologise when people don't answer the phone.
Did have to stop painting last night as after a tea break, I came back and couldn't find the black I was using. I hope I can find it otherwise will have to switch to brown.
Looks like I must frame these paintings now. It is not an electrical challenge but it involves cutting matboard which involves finding a surface big enough to do that. I don't like cutting mat mounts. But I better just do it.
The computer...this toyota is not loading very quickly. But I have so many songs and movies on the data base....not my idea...that it is all running on 19% of the memory which i hear is a strain. So I must get a terrabite I think it is called that will plug in as a remote memorty...or I could toss the whole computer out the window and start again. I would lose a lot of pictures though.
Ohh. Ben is shouting because he put stickers on my pyjamas last night and now, they are a little rumpled. And yesterday, |Tony accidently ran into soy latte woman and told her to choke on a chicken bone....not good. Wanted that chapter closed. But mended with a text and voice mail. Hard to apologise when people don't answer the phone.
Did have to stop painting last night as after a tea break, I came back and couldn't find the black I was using. I hope I can find it otherwise will have to switch to brown.
Looks like I must frame these paintings now. It is not an electrical challenge but it involves cutting matboard which involves finding a surface big enough to do that. I don't like cutting mat mounts. But I better just do it.
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