It was last week, I went to this art show in Williamsburg. Funny thing, I’ve never been to that area before even though I’ve lived in New York City for most of my life, even though it’s the part of Brooklyn that’s been gentrified with a bunch of “artists.”
Whatever. So the managing director + partner of the gallery emailed me back after my previous courteous post about this art show. About the show, well, it was okay, it’s just one room and the internet supplemented by years of childhood abuse of video games had already completely destroyed my attention span, even till now. Literally, I went in and I was done with it in 10 minutes time.
Oh, she sent me an email: “By the way, my name is pronounce “CLO-AAAA.”
Great, whatever Clo-EEEE.
Here’s a picture of Chloe. She looks smart, like you know, she’s got a real big brain. In fact, a pair of big bouncy brains. What!? Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking it. Come on… oh, stfu, you were thinking it. I just wrote it down, that’s all. oh, shut the fuck up…
By Jen Stark. Let me tell you about this thing. This thing is made of paper. It’s very colorful and what is it? Origami? Is that what this would be categorized as? I remember reading this whole thing in The New Yorker about this crazily awesome guy who did some amazing origami and how there are all these clubs across the US doing origami. Anyway, that guy has a website and I saw some of the things he did with a slice of paper. The article had a whole thing on origami. Origami is a crazy world.
These are by DeeDee Cheriel. She’s funny. I like her tiger paintings. These birds with human bodies having sex I don’t know about but I do like the tigers. I don’t need to go to the Louvre or whatever museums they’ve got in Italy or England. I’m an aestete even if I am crass.
Molly Landreth or Ryan Foerster, I don’t know, the photographs were by either eh or eh. OR Jenny Riffle. I’m sorry, I really don’t know and even if somebody decides to email me which goes with who or what, I’m probably not going to give a shit and update this entry. It’s the art, right? Not the names associated with it. Right? okay.
When I see photographs of naked people, instead of OOooh or ooOOooohh…naked people, I’m just like, “okay, great, more pictures of naked people.” I’ve seen so much of this artsy naked people photography that it doesn’t really affect me anymore. Photography as an art form is just lazy. You can’t compare photography to something that takes a long time to create. The time it takes to create is part of the art, a lot of people don’t agree or don’t really understand. Eh, whatever, I don’t really give a shit.
Ant-eater. These were nice. I wouldn’t hang them in my house or anything but they would look nice in some kid’s bedroom because they’re so colorful.
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I enjoyed first censoring it and then surprising you with a ZOOM IN.
Richard Colman.
I did get a chance to speak with Chloe, who was telling me how these pieces were chosen because of being inspired by Russo or something or I don’t know what the hell she was talking about. She’s okay, I took a picture of her with her boyfriend who looks like Luke Wilson, but shorter. I’ve never met Luke Wilson and I don’t know how tall he is or isn’t. It doesn’t matter.
By Taylor KcKimens. So. This guy did all these paintings of poop. I’m amused. The subject is interesting and there’s certainly humor in it. Sometimes I joke about starting this ice-cream store where I serve ice-cream in the shape of poop. I always ask my friends, for market research, “Would you buy it?” and they laugh and shrug it off like I’m kidding. Well, this guy obviously was like, “Heh, hey, I’m gonna paint a bunch of poop” and his friends were all like, “ah ha ha, you’re crazy Taylor” but then went ahead and did it and it was funny no more.
Did you guys ever see that movie with Robin Williams where he’s a photo clerk at a Wal-mart type store? I don’t remember the name of that movie but I’ve learned from him to take pictures of things people don’t really think about. This fan for instance. Fan, you are art too my friend, you are art too…(tear).
These things usually have free beer.
He was a gigantic man. I just wanted to take a picture of a gigantic man.
She’s great.
Jim Mahfood. I sent him this picture and he tells me he didn’t actually do it. In fact, he was telling me how it was projected onto a wall and just traced. I thought I hit gold when I saw it, I was like, WHOA, Jim’s in NY? That’s cool, but he wasn’t and he didn’t.
I had a bunch of people just pose with me at the fair nearby. Yeah, there was some thing going on and it was all these guido Italians with their FUGGEDABOUTIT accents and Calzones. I am hilarious.
okay, leave me the fuck alone. Thanks for visiting.
It’s funny how you describe Chloeeee in a totally derogatory manner, but when you were in front of her, I bet you were a total spineless lame-o.
This is a very interesting comment. The thing is, my web blogging guy persona is very different from the meet in real life persona. I’m a total asshole on the computer. I wouldn’t describe myself as a total spineless lame-o, in fact, I’m quite professional in all aspects EXCEPT! for this blog, oh, and the myspace I created for this blog. I’m a total asshole on that stupid thing too.
2ndly, I didn’t feel like it’s so much derogatory as it is fitting for the tone of this blog. Maybe it’s a stretch but she emailed me because she found the email address from this site so hopefully she had an idea of what she was getting into.
or not, eh.