Mr. Williams is gone

it's a very sad thing to watch a house die like this- full of peoples lives- cloths, shoes, furniture- one of the easy chair had never had it's plastic removed-ever- before the track hoe- squished it like a huge assed god

a lot of lunch boxes lived in this house

i had a photo of some old lady in this wheelchair sitting in my house, sitting in the hospital- then i saw this- and almost cried- the lady from up the street came by and the Georgians and Armenians told her i had found some photos- she'd had a son with Mr. William's son- could she have the photos ? she didn't know the people either but i gave her the photo's -maybe she'll mail them to jail

when we were kids in Astoria, NY- the whole world was being destroyed and rebuilt- urban renewal they called it- i remember climbing dark Victorian mansions/ stair ways and throwing ancient books threw windows, ahead of bulldozers

these scenes are so much more fun when your a kid - nothing has any historical weight- it's all worthless-breakable dirty and old

barefoot babies had walked this flooring

during the war -WWII, the family rented out rooms upstairs- the kitchen and bath remained untouched till today - i forgot to take the back door- which had been the door to Mr. Williams' candy store

bottles pulled from under the basement floor- this one had a wonderful tranquil painting for a label

who used to eat oyster cocktail ?

don't even know what this import is

the last summer this old pear tree may ever see-

i tried not to get too depressed this weekend or pissed, i think i hate art shows, i think i'm glad i didn't go to the beach, and i think next year i am going to do the three day novel writing contest again-which i haven't done in . . . Jesus- ten years ! but i did it four years in a row- but stopped when i had a nervous breakdown and threw my IBM burnt/orange Selectric across the kitchen and wrote a poem to you instead-

maybe it's the rain that's bringing me down- or these pictures- you look and tell me-

destruction video

put the show on already, spaghetti

i had this photo blown up to 18 x 22 and after i saw it, it kind of blew my mind, Cyrus called it even before it was huge, when he said, it's so sexual-
when i took this photo, it was just another random piece of chewed up gum in a field of hundreds of others, but now, shit, it's so sculptural- was i set up ?- is this a prop piece of gum ? it couldn't be-
so freaking weird- click on it and see it freakishness and my mind blowing distortions- i need to lay down

the show has been hung and is now awaiting paparazzi- super models, bums, kids and queens

i wanted you to see this picture because i'm wearing a dead guys shirt (Mr. Williams) don't worry i washed it- and no i didn't kill him- either

you can see the work best from outside- you should drink some coffee and stand in the street- that's where i'll be

don't know if i like this sunshiny kinda thing going on- i think i usually show in the winter when the sun is a dead blob and barely crawls over the grass

see you all Wednesday from 6:00 to 6:15 for a very quick reception
thank you Boatgirl (Kelly) for the excellent assistance, guidance and supplies-
and of coarse thank you very much Dani-

mr. Williams vs bulldozer

right, so the Armenian's and the Georgians showed up- and i asked if i could come over and take pictures, so the old guy tucks his shirt in and stands straight, you take my picture- he smiles-

but i have my magic camera- it doesn't work on people i tell him-

i creep around taking photos upstairs and in the basement and all over but the shoe stash was much too dark- i threw all the kids shoes out the window and snapped these-later - Mr. Williams kept a lot of kids shoes in the basement

fancy- Sunday shoes and sneakers

another lunch pail- this one with a modified handle

and still triple lined with wax paper- as though he's going to lunch tomorrow

the Missus Shoes in delicate pink tissue- the color stabs me in the eye and punctures my heart

Mr. Williams keeps taking pieces of me with him into the grave

don't ask me if this is his family- i can't tell- the dad could be Mr. Williams, but i never heard of three boys with dirty shoes-

i found some photos today, i searched everywhere and will go back- i need to find the stash-the Armenians come up and asked what i was looking for, and i told them about the hidden photos, and they laugh and tell me to shut the door when i leave.

most of the photos aren't labeled- do your grand kids and nosey neighbors a favor and write every ones name on the back of every photo

i love these two girl and whacked old guy holding up a sandwich . . .

somebody wrote some names down- usually from out of state and not Williams

i think grandma is having a horrible birthday -with two grand kids -

i'd sure like to step into this shot and eat some pink frosted chocolate cake with thin layers and washed down with some. . . i don't know. . . tears

happy birthday grandma when your dead, dad's going to give your home to the bank who will hand it over to eastern Europeans who will invite a Japanese bulldozer to rip your ghosts out by the roots and plant dull middle class American asses on your dreams

bury me barefoot too will ya-

picked

this is our littlest boy Forrest- and here are a few more comments about the show card- one from Dawn and one from uncle Cookie- don't forget the show opens on Wednesday-
hope i can make it- going to show up late and leave early- that's the way my family and i roll'em-

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I'm loving your slightly distorted, dreamy images.






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Is that a picture of the menu on the flyer?





thnx to Art & Soul for the large format print-
and thnx to you-

hey everyone- i just received this link to Suzanne's new Blog- all about food and fish and healthy living- her husband Toby is my physical fitness mentor/and the inspiration for this striving to be stronger and a better surfer- Suzanne makes all sorts of yummy things to eat- little tiny amazing art books and is one half of the cutest couple on the west coast- alright maybe two thirds-

if you have a blog go follow hers- i did- if not go read and cook and grow a garden and live-
http://adventuresinnourishment.blogspot.com/

my first sold painting

back-way back before all you kids were even born- i used to paint these really large four foot square paintings in my living room and then into a studio with Boatgirl-

this is the first painting i ever sold- titled/homoerotically Hugh dreaming

i wonder if it's still hanging in that doctor Kassabe's living room ?

i like the snowy landscape w/trees floating off the shoulders- the monster faces- and filthy colors

was this sold at the Bumbershoot show ?*

where i had Velcro frames and could rotate my paintings until they fell out and killed people-

*Doug Parry's The Possibilities

chewed apart

apparently everyone is painting paintings of blurry photos- but their all doing it to be funny and cool, i shoot these photos with a broken camera and fuzzy eyeballs-because i am handicapped/ poor and morbid

wow- i just sent out the invitations via e-mail and man, i guess i really shouldn't have sent invites to some people-

here's some quotes- from real grown up people-

Who are you and 1) why did send a photo of a dead bird 2) what does this have to do with Westphalia's???

apparently vw people only want to see pictures of vans and 16 inch wheels- and youtube videos of syncros mud bogging- i stand by my earlier statements about vanagon owners-

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That's a horrible image and just for that no, I won't stop by!
















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Ewwwwww.

and just for the record i didn't kill the baby bird, all i did was take the picture












and this quote from my lovely wife who turns thirty-four today-


.....the card is sweet and scary...perfect to describe you haahaaa

chewed

this is a photography show with fanzines - the opening reception is going to be the 2nd of September 2009- i'll be there with my wild ones and crayons- a cup of tea - if you come by i'll tell you a story about a piece of gum

fascinating !