see them all here
Friday, January 29, 2010
Nothing Too Loose pt. II
since its 330 in the morning and im tired, heres some more pics of the work that i stole from the nihon blog. give me a fucking break, i posted this thing to begin with!
more stuff here
more stuff here
Thursday, January 28, 2010
RIP you Goddamned mad man.
the real life holden caulfield passed today. i wrote this blog posting up a while ago, thought i should repost it. this book changed my life, though i know it did the same for many. rest in piece, you Goddamned mad man.
gin a body, catch a body, coming through the rye
ive been reading "Catcher in the Rye" lately, mostly while i sit on the can, im usually a speed shitter, but i'll sit there longer than usual just to get through 2 or 3 chapters. I've read it about a dozen times or so, usually when im in the mood for some reading, i'll even pick it up randomly and read certain chapters, just for kicks. its moronic, i know. i should just go out and buy more books; and i have, but nothing hits me as much as "Catcher". Its one of the only constants i've had through out the years.
I even went so far as playing it out in real life, one winter. A few years back,
I didnt sleep or eat right for about two weeks, and drank a shitload of scotch and soda, and smoked cigarrettes like a Goddamned mad man, just like Holden does through out the book. I walked everywhere, and for long distances everynight, smoking a pack of ciggies whilst i walked. my fingers always stunk and i got tobacco stains all over my lips.
I took alot of random naps, and woke up in strange places; alleys, basketball courts, soccer fields and roof tops to name a few. I'd often pass out with lit cancer sticks in my hands, and would wake up with tiny holes in my clothes. There was a few times when the burns would wake me up cuz they'd burn all the way through my clothes and into my skin. Lousy shape I was in, i tell ya.
Anyways, I eventually ended up in the hospital for exhaustion or whatever, after I passed out taking a piss in the morning, then burned my eye balls with industrial strength chlorine at work. I even got a stye in my eye at one point, pretty much the last warning your body gives you that you better start taking care of it.
if a body, catch a body, catcher in the rye
gin a body, catch a body, coming through the rye
ive been reading "Catcher in the Rye" lately, mostly while i sit on the can, im usually a speed shitter, but i'll sit there longer than usual just to get through 2 or 3 chapters. I've read it about a dozen times or so, usually when im in the mood for some reading, i'll even pick it up randomly and read certain chapters, just for kicks. its moronic, i know. i should just go out and buy more books; and i have, but nothing hits me as much as "Catcher". Its one of the only constants i've had through out the years.
I even went so far as playing it out in real life, one winter. A few years back,
I didnt sleep or eat right for about two weeks, and drank a shitload of scotch and soda, and smoked cigarrettes like a Goddamned mad man, just like Holden does through out the book. I walked everywhere, and for long distances everynight, smoking a pack of ciggies whilst i walked. my fingers always stunk and i got tobacco stains all over my lips.
I took alot of random naps, and woke up in strange places; alleys, basketball courts, soccer fields and roof tops to name a few. I'd often pass out with lit cancer sticks in my hands, and would wake up with tiny holes in my clothes. There was a few times when the burns would wake me up cuz they'd burn all the way through my clothes and into my skin. Lousy shape I was in, i tell ya.
Anyways, I eventually ended up in the hospital for exhaustion or whatever, after I passed out taking a piss in the morning, then burned my eye balls with industrial strength chlorine at work. I even got a stye in my eye at one point, pretty much the last warning your body gives you that you better start taking care of it.
if a body, catch a body, catcher in the rye
Nothing Too Loose
Last December, my bestest good friend Jason Graham, drove from Portland to do a show with yours truly, at Nihon Gallery. I also took on the curator position the very same month i'd be showing, thinking it wouldnt be too big a deal to curate, since ive pretty much been curating and booking my own shows for the past 3 years.
So the first month im curating/organizing shows, im also busy busting my ass, trying to get some good drawings in, after all, i was showing with The Great Jason Graham, rapidograph killer.
Adding to the stress, in true hollywood style, Jasons car broke down in some small town outside of Sacramento, and after a few attempts at getting the hunk of junk running, proved unsuccessful, it seemed like the show wasnt gonna happen and Jason would have to stay there, and paint murals on barns to pay his way back. Im double freaking out as one half of the art show that might not happen, and as the curator for the gallery, one whos trying to get the show he put together up and going in time.
Then I get the triumphant call
"Im on my way! be there in a few hours!"
"did you get your car fixed?"
"nope"
-turns out theres still some good folks out there; Jasons mechanic let him borrow his personal vehicle so he could make it down to his art show, and I quote,
"Im gonna fix this fucking car man..... you cant take it...i'll fix it..here....take my keys...go do your art show!"
I imagine the towns people cheering Jason on, with banners and posters at the edge of town as Jason zoomed through, leaving a cloud of dust behind him, with Adoline in the passenger seat, her white mane blowing in the wind , that blank stare in her eyes, and her toungue half out the side of her mouth. Anyways, J got into town the night before the show, we got up early and hung the show, went home, took much needed showers (yes, together) grabbed some Vegan-ized Taco Bell, and by the time we went back to the Gallery, there were people already waiting to get in. I was super exhausted the entire week, no wait, the entire fucking month. Luckily Steve Ruppel jumped on as preparator/half of the brains, of Nihon and he was there doing all the shit that I needed to do, while I did other stuff I needed to do, in half the time that I would have done it.
heres something i wrote up for the Nihon Gallery blogspot:
The week building up to the opening night was truly a hectic one. We sanded, painted, built, destroyed, and rebuilt again. We swallowed dangerous looking dust that fell from the light fixtures. Dust, which Im sure had to be as old as Chinatown itself, and which, Im also sure, took a few years off our lives. We ate terribly, and slept just as well.
We also stressed heavily; Jason's car broke down an hour outside of Sacramento, where he waited for 4 days as the mechanics unsuccessfully attempted to get his '68 Volkswagon to come back from the dead.
He finally made it into town the night before the opening, having borrowed the mechanics personal vehicle and packing it to the brim with art. It was a true show of Art Heroics.
We got all the art up and looking good, just hours before the opening. People showed up early, and there were hardly any moments when the place wasn't packed to capacity.
Racelegs, Rademacher, and Wheels Of Fortune, also threw their hats into the mix, providing a soundtrack to the show, playing next door, inside of Debts to Society, to an extremly crammed, but very happy to be there, crowd.
It was all worth it.
So the first month im curating/organizing shows, im also busy busting my ass, trying to get some good drawings in, after all, i was showing with The Great Jason Graham, rapidograph killer.
Adding to the stress, in true hollywood style, Jasons car broke down in some small town outside of Sacramento, and after a few attempts at getting the hunk of junk running, proved unsuccessful, it seemed like the show wasnt gonna happen and Jason would have to stay there, and paint murals on barns to pay his way back. Im double freaking out as one half of the art show that might not happen, and as the curator for the gallery, one whos trying to get the show he put together up and going in time.
Then I get the triumphant call
"Im on my way! be there in a few hours!"
"did you get your car fixed?"
"nope"
-turns out theres still some good folks out there; Jasons mechanic let him borrow his personal vehicle so he could make it down to his art show, and I quote,
"Im gonna fix this fucking car man..... you cant take it...i'll fix it..here....take my keys...go do your art show!"
I imagine the towns people cheering Jason on, with banners and posters at the edge of town as Jason zoomed through, leaving a cloud of dust behind him, with Adoline in the passenger seat, her white mane blowing in the wind , that blank stare in her eyes, and her toungue half out the side of her mouth. Anyways, J got into town the night before the show, we got up early and hung the show, went home, took much needed showers (yes, together) grabbed some Vegan-ized Taco Bell, and by the time we went back to the Gallery, there were people already waiting to get in. I was super exhausted the entire week, no wait, the entire fucking month. Luckily Steve Ruppel jumped on as preparator/half of the brains, of Nihon and he was there doing all the shit that I needed to do, while I did other stuff I needed to do, in half the time that I would have done it.
heres something i wrote up for the Nihon Gallery blogspot:
The week building up to the opening night was truly a hectic one. We sanded, painted, built, destroyed, and rebuilt again. We swallowed dangerous looking dust that fell from the light fixtures. Dust, which Im sure had to be as old as Chinatown itself, and which, Im also sure, took a few years off our lives. We ate terribly, and slept just as well.
We also stressed heavily; Jason's car broke down an hour outside of Sacramento, where he waited for 4 days as the mechanics unsuccessfully attempted to get his '68 Volkswagon to come back from the dead.
He finally made it into town the night before the opening, having borrowed the mechanics personal vehicle and packing it to the brim with art. It was a true show of Art Heroics.
We got all the art up and looking good, just hours before the opening. People showed up early, and there were hardly any moments when the place wasn't packed to capacity.
Racelegs, Rademacher, and Wheels Of Fortune, also threw their hats into the mix, providing a soundtrack to the show, playing next door, inside of Debts to Society, to an extremly crammed, but very happy to be there, crowd.
It was all worth it.
All images above, courtesy of the always wonderful, Terrance Reimer.
for more opening night goodness, check here. and Jasons coverage of the show, here.
more Jason Graham, jasongraham.wearelowercase.com
and more Robert Amador, robertamador.blogspot.com
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Studio Visit
My Mexican brother in arms, Christian Vargas, did a mini studio visit with me, a week or so before "Nothing Too Loose", the two man show I did with Jason Graham. I will post pictures of the show and what not, very soon.
check his blog for more pics; chrisvargas.blogspot.com
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
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