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Lefty Lucy, a picture of the Morton Salt Girl

Lefty Lucy as the painting appeared shortly after completion in 1999 Left Lucy hanging above the Director's desk at Dogmatic As moss is to a stones narrative so to are objects and extrapolating them what have been implied as the work of some. Now i magine this stone to be a comedy but not one for any laughters sake. That it's a sketch inserted into a normal club night and it sits between fake Chet Baker sets with all of the other smoke and mirrors. In front of the audience there's a woman that coughs, there are two brothers that will shake hands with anybody and there's also a busy person, he's in a t-shirt which says I'M BUSY. Imagine a crown, it has no hole and fits the top of only one very high head. It's her head and she has all the right tools for this kind of work. She's in a people place where the slippers are bunnies and all the bunnies run small. This is a process by which structure is assembled from other things, Or so she says. H

Pitch Black (2002) live tweet on post-its

Pitch Black, live tweet on post-its. There is more. Its just that this is the best part.  

Into the hole of the monster of the beast we have fallen, unto the whole goodnight

Edward Kienholz, Backseat 38 Dodge (1964) Detail All that dirty dirt making time with your Coca-Cola commentary is another little piece of something making Mathew Barney look like a fascist humming, Born in the USA for a soup kitchen in Miami. The rest of us, we continue hanging our laundry in the first pages of the novel unnoticed. Good bye, Sir. You were Brave in your back-seat ways.

Yes yes we've invented nothing (maybe not)

fig.1) ...we've come to this path by dirt and imitation. (ca.1988) “My image of the “ghost,” including everything conventional about its appearance as well as its blind submission to certain contingencies of time and place, is particularly significant for me as the finite representation of torment that may be eternal. Perhaps my life is nothing but an image of this kind; perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.”  Breton, Andre. Nadja. New York: Grove Press. 1960, 31 "Every product of disgust capable of becoming a negation of the family is Dada; Protest by fists with all one’s might in taking destructive action is Dada;...abolition of logic...is Dada;...abolition of memory is Dada; abolition of property is Dada; abolition of history is Dada; abolition of property is Dada; abolition of the future is Dada; absolute and indisputab

man with over sized cloth sack (2006) graphite on paper

Presenting brick windows like playing cards He calls wives by their maiden names and he eats bananas much to loudly. He smokes cigarettes and he drinks beer in all of the places where a church will be built. He's just the sort of person that will make a day go from bad to more bad.