glazed

Canvas > Donut

Luke Barber-Smith drip frame

My breakfast choices are making me fat.

sometimes...

I'm golden.
Other times, I'm shit.

Lizzi Bougatsos, Success!!!, 2005
Plaster, newspaper, gold leaf 13" x 6" x 6"
at James Fuentes: via tinyvices

A stuffed inbox, overdue replies, mismanaged time and occasional cunty remark score me a Zero in congeniality this week.

listening as a conceptual practice

Jennie C. Jones

“How We Package Music” folded paper sculptures. 2007
left to right: LP, CD, 8 track tape, cassette tape and 45.

BREATHLESS Series, audiotape under UV glass, 16 x 20″ ea., 2008. (from Kenny-G’s 1992 recording “Breathless”)

Silent Clusterfuck (bianca), earbuds & acrylic, 2008.

I'm no where near as in love with music as my boyfriend is. I can gladly sit in silence and stalk the interenets, whereas dead silence bothers him. Sometimes my drive home is talk radio, other times just might thoughts. I think he borders an obsession with sound. What I am loving right now is Jennie's works based on listening, music and concepts of audio.

That was 90% gravity.

WOLFGANG GANTER: Egg-Gravity-Problem, 2008

Eggshell, silicone, epoxy, pigment, plasticlid

go outside

Gregory Euclide, Capture #1

I was only the land because I liked the predictable stillness
Acrylic, lichen, moss, paper, pencil, resin, sedum, sponge, sumac, waxed thread
72″ x 48″ x 30″

"When we are in nature we experience the world through all of our senses in a dynamic way, but at the same time we are framing what we see through the cultural expectations we have absorbed through representational systems such as landscape painting, wildlife documentary, and travel guides. It is impossible, then, to have a true, non-mediated experience of nature even though we may long for it." -Gregory Euclide

I'm going outside, albeit I'll make a quick stop to sbux before braving the outdoor world.

stellar

Marcela Silva; Galactic Panorama, 2009 & United Bamboo fall 2010

schmuth

Tell me I'm clever,
Tell me I'm kind,
Tell me I'm talented,
Tell me I'm cute,
Tell me I'm sensitive,
Graceful and wise,
Tell me I'm perfect-
But tell me the truth.

Tell Me
Shel Silverstein

Bryan Schnelle collage

hop on

The PIG Presents, Emmanuel Perrotin Gallery, 2008 Miami

I survived the time vortex.

Ryan Johnson; Cyclops 2007
Aluminum, epoxy, oil paint, glass, 19" x 19" x 4"

thank you

Robb Putnam, Mongrel (detail); 2008

fabric, plastic, leather, vinyl, thread glue, acrylic medium and mixed mediums, 63” x 17” x 14”

A sincere thank you to everyone who sent Parker well wishes today.
I don't think she can withstand much more doggy trauma. She's so fragile that an allergic reaction to a bug bite caused her tiny face to swell up like a balloon. I kinda feel like a major dipshit for overreacting this morning and rushing to the vet instead of googling that shit. Had I done so I would have just spent $10 on over the counter benadryl versus spending much much more at the animal clinic. This is a clear cut sign that I'm going to be one of those parents isn't it?

Erin McKenny: Balsam 4/30
I robbed the woods; acrylic on pinecone

A portion of the following poem by Emily Dickinson:

I robbed the Woods

I robbed the Woods –
The trusting Woods.
The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
My fantasy to please.
I scanned their trinkets curious – I grasped – I bore away –
What will the solemn Hemlock –
What will the Oak tree say?


I need some woods to rob. We've actually been hunting for pine cones lately. Miami's manicured palm trees have muscled out all the natural pines. I would never commit the sin of stepping into a craft store for decorative pine cones when I know they're lying on the ground somewhere for free. Can one of my sweet followers please mail me some natural Christmasy accents?


Miami is a difficult place to live sometimes. It can be sunny and warm nearly all year round but it's difficult to adapt to the lack of seasons. Once you've experienced a shift of seasons you begin to long for spring, fall and early winter. (I'm not going to complain too much because bike ridding along the beach boardwalk in 75 degree January weather is divine.) Yesterday I did have momentary longing for New England though. Christmas still seems a little forced down here. No matter what people do it will never feel * excuse this cringe moment* like a Thomas Kinkade painting. Even with the world's largest Christmas Theme park, Miami doesn't cut it. When I spotted this piece by Erin McKenny I was immediately reminded of the brainstorming session me and my bf just had. We're hunting for of few pine cones to complete the centerpiece he's been working on. Its a little crazy to me that we can't find pine cones easily. I miss being able to step outside and be surrounded by trees and wilderness. On the other hand, I'm sure there's someone yearning to find a sand dollar or seashell right outside their home.

wreath

Cody Hudson
Too Late to Keep the Change, Too Late to Pay; 2008, 64" x 64"

just for you:

another Monica Canilao piece

vacant

Daniel K Sparkes

these might as well be my shoes

Antonio Gonzales Paucar, Zapatos que Rompen el Silencio (Shoes that Break the Silence) ; made out of dead flies, nylon thread, and shoes

I apparently suffer from bromhidrosis, aka toe b.o.
It's an issue especially with these haggard black flats I wear to work almost daily. My shoes definitely break the silence and a few health codes.

weekday links

Dali & Alice Cooper:“Cylindric Chromo-Hologram of Alice Cooper’s Brain”

hand-made-love the most adorable blog

• ♡ teeeeeeeeeeenie tiny ♡
  
• candy colored Kiki
• cake land woah!
  
• wood & twine. divine.
  
• hair'em scare'em book release soon
• beautiful look
• alt knitwear
• which is your favorite? I want the squirrel painting.
  
• 30k box sculpture?!
• nice bottles
  
• Ira on storytelling
  
• these photos make my skin crawl but I ♥ Catherine's engineered mice:

don't do it

Urs Fischer; Mr. Flosky
Sculpture: wood, paint, plaster, lamp, glass2001/2002

H.C. Westermann

I love you so much. I bet your bones taste like candy.

Let's try reading between the lines more.
Ryan Jacob Smith,"fucked up shit"
acrylic on cassette tape

tchotchke

Mary Engel, Kitty 2008
mixed media; 17 x 24 x 18 inches
This ridiculous piece gives me the urge to head to the thriftiness and blow my recently cashed shillings on some junk. Wednesday is the best day of the week to go thrifing because that's when all the new merch goes out. I don't need anything... but who ever needs something. I had a lapse of judgment one day and decided not to purchase this glorious piece of shit:(please disregard my greasy curtain bangs)
I tried to be logical and sensible and left it there among other treasures so the thrift gods would later bless me. I wonder who now owns this aloof needle point pussy willow kitty? I think I'm due for some good scores.