who killed cute?

who killed cute? mt. octopus. & i'd rather be. . .mt. octopus are here and i am pretty excited to introduce to you, a couple of little 16 page coloring books/fanzines available now at my etsy store or directly from here. the beautiful cloud covered, rain soaked face of mount octopus

each fanzine comes with one color crayon, one water proof baggie, and one 16 page coloring book

can be ordered pre-colored for the lazy

part of the manifesto* -condemning the use of cute in art, life, magazine, and dress. these fanzine/colorbooks are pocket sized and trail head friendly, water proof for the Cascadian spring and make believe summer

glove compartment adaptable, wet suit stashable, now you can color while awaiting set waves

who killed cute?

mt. octopus-that's who.

and

i'd rather be. . . mt octopus

by neilwaukee. http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6543712

*the death of cute, see archives. all right reserved

randomness

alright here's a great black velvet painting i spotted at my favorite thrift shop in west Seattle, run by a pack of really mean, really old ladies and men, but they mean well, it's a charity, next door to the famous skate church for runaway boys. they've recently remodeled and the place looks great, everything is super cheap, 1.00 range, fifty cent, you know theses places, but some one must have got to them, someone with a computer or some vague sense of hip, this painting is so incongruous to the rest of the shop it almost explodes off the wall. and the price is an astounding $175.00 well worth it fer sure, but not for me. it's still there, ask, i'll drive you over.

sorry about the photo quality, i had to stealth shoot with cellphone cam, shitty.

the second photo is of some random house i drove passed today, and what, these nuts have built a giant roller tent thingy to cover the whole house with, this is the craziest thing i have ever seen.

the tarp must weight three hundred pounds supported with twenty foot 2x6's just insane, plus their doing all of this next door to crazy fisherman i park all my boats on the lawn and street guy.

Toby and Suzanne are getting married

Suzanne Lydia Thomas & Tobias Allen Weinert

~ July 11, 2009 ~
The Wedding Party

Matron of Honor: Tanya Cothran (sister of the bride)

Bridesmaid: Zoë Calrson Bridesmaid: Rebecca McCubbin Bridesmaid: Taja Randick

Best Man: Neil Vandervloed X

Ring Bearer: Dashiel Vandervloed X

Wedding Officiant: Shawn Taylor (friend of the groom)

Welcome!
Suzanne and Toby invite you to join them as they join together in marriage and celebrate love on: July 11,2009

if your wondering what dash and i will be doing in July, we'll be working, at Toby's wedding, isn't it exciting, when i received the e-mail i almost cried.

I Am also very and truly honored thank you very much guys can't wait, working on the van right now. I want to drive down now and hug both of you.

killa kute has been stolen

okay you mugs, start talking, killa kute has been stolen en route to Brooklyn and i'm gonna get it back if i have to kick every punks head in, from Blanches to chic chac over to the Ukrainian national home, all the way to blue and gold, watch out, lollipops, this fruit loop is gonna save some art from dark evil bad guys from outer space museums. Helllllo.

oh my god time travelling art collectors have come to destroy my shitty art to save teenage eye-balls from melting.

SAVE YOURSELVES

until then i'll be sitting at the bar at Montero's on Atlantic ave, sipping a coke. watching the door.

new banner- with thanks to Jimmy D Curtis

a few years back Jimmy and I were working over at his house. building a new roof for his old concrete garage, next to the structure the kids had a chicken coup, full of rats, and jimmies cat would sit there all day near a hole and every ten minutes or so, she'd pull a juvenile rat out and give it to jimmy, who, i discovered later had stacked them all up on this rubber rat we found. like a sculpture of motherly love. I really miss working with Jimmy, i see him now almost everyday, i drive by on the way to school, i tap the horn and wave, and he ignores me, he's working at some stony guys house, weeding, house painting, building fences-
i can't believe i kicked him in the ribs, and tried to throw him down a flight of stairs. back, way back, when i had the greatest job in the world.

http://mountoctopus.blogspot.com/

P.S. if you get bored or excited there is more art posted up at the above site, thanks and keep peeking, i have no secrets from you.

ELVIS WITH CALENDAR

YEARS AGO when i lived in Seattle and Hugo had moved to Paris, we had mailed each other rather frequently. one day a book arrived titled ELVIS WITH CALENDAR by Hugh Joseph James Brown Kathmandu Nepal O'boyle.

here is a small sampling of the art work involved, and why Hugo is one of the greatest artists ever, you should see his painting, the man brings creativity to all he meets and everything he touches, now he's rebuilding seventeenth century farm houses in the country some where in France, i don't have a map. Raising wonderful children and talking to chickens, ponies and geese, good morning hero.

sometime in the nineties, his garage burned down, and thousands and thousands of drawing notebooks and paintings were destroyed. i was there watching it burn when a neighbour poured a bucket of water over my head, maybe he thought i was on fire. i hope someday soon Hugo will rebuild that studio/garage and invite me to a show, so i can learn something about art again.

{warning, this is blog post #89 there will be a special 100th blog party , as soon as i figure out how to have a celebration on a computer screen, look for prizes, give aways, games, and fabulous straight edge festivities}

holy crap a 1966 chevy van pulled up and stole my heart

i'm sitting at home when i hear the sound of vintage steel pulling up my hill, stopping in front of my house and i jump to feet, slowly with my shattered back and look out the window and scream, get the camera, Deborah Henry has pulled up in a sweet ass 1960-66 Chevy van, oh, my god i almost fall down in tears, i get out side and rip the barn doors open and jump in the back and crawl around. for i have found heaven.

the tail lights both say 1960, i can't read the vin, the paint/trim tag is meaningless, and there is no registration in the glove box, so who knows what year this beast is, and it's so stubby and box like, can i have it? Henry has just come back from NYC, and drove straight to my house, i am the first to see this master piece, maybe if Chevy still made 'em like this, huh?

this photo is of the engine shot from standing in the street and looking into the windshield, i want one just like this, damn it, look at that sweet little straight six, you could practically work on the engine while you drove around.

there are no vans that can compare to this wild wonderful machine, Deb Henry is going to use it for work and advertising for the plumbing business, SPLASH. if you see this classic van creeping your neighbour hood run out side screaming. throw toilet paper, or just wave and say hi.

for more photos, check out my van blog at-

seeing that all you crazy chevy guys are hitting this site up i thought i would help lead you down the road to brotherhood and assistance~ vintage chevy van club linked below

http://www.vcvc.org/

http://blownbrown.blogspot.com/

WE ARE HACKS

It ought to be a matter of surprise how men live in the midst of marvels, without taking heed of their existence.
Fenimore Cooper

i love this print so much i could build a time machine and crawl into this scenery as it was being built and hug that damn local and that damn bonnet headed lass. look at this composition, and shear beauty, you have this proud romanticised Iroquois warrior thinking very deep thoughts amongst the oak openings, or maybe he's just thinking about his shoes, lunch, or what that bear said to him at breakfast, and then through the trees comes this little lady to ruin a perfectly good continent, with needlepoint, quilts, and pie.

go to art school see if i care.

THE IMMEDIATE DEATH OF ALL THINGS CUTE

THIS IS A NEW FATWA, ALL THINGS CUTE MUST BE DESTROYED TODAY, STARTING AT THIS VERY MOMENT AN ARMY OF UGLY OLD GUYS DRIVING BEAT DOWN PANEL VANS IS SEARCHING FOR CUTE. ARMED WITH A NEW ART FORM, CALLED POVERTY, REALITY, AND GROWING UP.

PULLING UP TO TEDDY BEARS AND BUNNIES AND PLUSHLY PONIES, WHISPERING GOOD NIGHT. . . CHILDHOOD, SCURRY ON HOME. . . ADORABLE.

HOLY MOLY ART MUST GROW UP, WE MUST GROW UP.

BUT UNTIL THEN I AM GOING TO BURY THE WORLD IN CUTE, SO MUCH CUTE, WE'LL CHOKE, GAG AND FAINT, JOIN THE MOVEMENT FOR ONE LAST HURRAH.

CHECK OUT MT.OCTOPUS.BLOGSPOT FOR MORE ART AND INFO.

OR YOU COULD GO TO MY ETSY SHOP, BUY EVERYTHING AND SHUT ME UP.

I'VE SAID TOO MUCH THE REACTIONARIES ARE AT THE DOOR-

TO THE BARRICADES.

Weary1 second buyer

Weary one you are my second buyer and aparantly you are a car nice, by the looks of it a seventies valiant, scamp, some kinda slant six mopar cutie, number two thank you, you have brightened my afternoon, now come on take a power stand and beep that horn. thank you.

and again if anyone out there poking around is interested just to right here---->

is the little link Mini to my Etsy store where i sell paintings and art cards and woodblock prints.

hugo and i, vs NYC

DANI STEELE is the photographer who took these incredibly photo's of Hugh and I, back in NYC, this day in particular we rode around town on our old stolen cruisers with fat balloon tires, my bike had tony the tiger hand grips, it was so cold that day, at the old art Pier just off of canal street, on the west side.

Hugh and i used to go in there and ride our bikes and look at all the free art, build ramps and jump our bikes, this ramp was built out of this amazing negative space painting, we ended up breaking both of our bikes.

We stole art and watched guys dressed up in Nazi uniforms make porn, witnessed men in business suits come swimming out of the Hudson river, shrug at us and walk to work.

the Pier was about the size of a football stadium, ten stories tall and filled with art, trash and monsters, the entrance was all office space from the forties and fifties, i guess, all sea foam green and glass paneled, each room had a little art installation, this was before Andy Warhol's death, but one of the rooms had a casket with a clear bubble lid and a corpse of Andy inside, the casket was surrounded by soup cans and real live grass growing in a carpeted ring.

the city demolished the building sometime later, destroying all the art work, but not these photo's, thank you Dani Steele.

we are hacks part 4

another fine art Saturday from the rain pissed streets of Seattle,kids, today is Dashiell's birthday party, six years and going strong for a nudist, here is some fine, extra fine art to amaze your poor poor fingers and eyes, yet another print i found within a book i purchased for a dollar, some people cut these books up and frame the prints, but that, is some people, good morning world.

let the art in.

god, just look at this dramatic composition, the tall grass, the old guy, cradled dog, weeping over dressed women, turbulent sun, boiling thunderclouds, or is it a night scene, a hunters moon, oh, and just feast your eyes on the young lad, so American with his perfect hair and displayed rifle, and look how belittled those brave insurgents stand at the horizon, just dumb enough to let these poor brave land grabbers live.

the greatest aspect of history is that you can choose to be on the losing side, and not have to die.

neil x vandervloed

NEW HEADER PHOTO

My newest photo spread and header picture, what the hell do you think, you know this is all here for your entertainment. the new photo on the top of the page is of a Matchbox Lesney's, #56, Fiat 1500, really cute, i have two of these, one without luggage.
the above photo is a 1987 matchbox version of a round headlight Vanagon, just like my real Westy weekender, fabulous, the tailgate on this car opens and inside you can see the stretcher, where little matchbox people are rushed to hospital, anyway, check out the pimped rims on the vanbulance, sixteens I'm sure. way to go racers.

MY FIRST SALE

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN

let me introduce you to the man who has become my first buyer on Etsy, which you can view to the right here. in case you thought it was an ad, it's my little shop, mountoctopus, That man who has stepped up, is Toby, from a photo taken at la push, after a little sess years ago, you all might remember Toby from the Day in the Life of a Surfer, book, reviewed here awhile back. check the archives.

Well thank you Toby, thank you very much, stand up and take a bow.

MAP TO ME

we are the hacks part three

now this print makes me want to go art school in Italy or somewhere very serious, and just look at the drama, of this scene, amazing, the canoe, the reeds, the warrior swimming the little peek around the cattails, holy shit. the moon light !

i want to be romantic.

what i really look like

for all the peeps out in the world who haven't actually met me in person, in case you run into me on the cat walk, the red carpet, or some TV show, this will give you a fairly accurate picture of my looks, below you will see some images of my ladies, these are my standards, but don't worry, there is plenty of neilwaukee.

as long as the ladies are wearing the capes.