20081202

Night Lips Live On Xmas Hopes.



Minced to a flat level, this moist bundle of christmas joy is EVERYTHING that is scary to me about the holiday season. A discolored, wet night terror of roadkill; I want to only send this as my Xmas greeting for as long as I breath & make sweat. 

20080626

NIGHTMARES ARE CHATTERING TEETH.

Les cauchemars naissent la nuit is phrased to wear : deeply slipped dryly into your subconscious' wet tissue, dribbling a subtle impulse or a mega-memory from the boredom of your waking life. Feverish bouts of slumberic travel, severed from a walking reality but boiling over in grisly, surreal accounts that the body cannot deny happened, even if it did not happen in real time. Or something hyperbolic and way above the carny line.

Real Nightmare : Being in the nose bleed section of a Bruins game with 2 foot versions of the Universal Monsters. The element that drives it into being horrific, terrifying and night sweaty is not the sawed off horror icons, but the fact that I was sitting at a sporting event and not completely mad about it. A line I will draw in the sand with anyone : sports, sports employees and sport patronage is/are the true toilet seats for breathing. Gastrointestinal finger food seeped through a funnel of ocular excitement.


20071206

It's Nice That (August 2007)


In August, I was asked by the UK art blog, It's Nice That, to contribute some color commentary about some of my favorite artists working currently, or not so currently, maybe more briefly in some of these folks cases, but regardless & due to flooding in my apartment, I wasn't able to go full blast for the whole month. Below is what I was able to complete.

When you are at the It's Nice That site, make sure to bookmark that thing, as it is updated (thoroughly) daily with tons of links for artists & creative explosions you more than likely would never run into on your own internet art adventures. Preference is that wide of a playing field.