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Advice Columnism for hacks

Posted in Advice, art, Gadgets, Schemes, Thoughts with tags , , on April 21, 2009 by Admin

Dear Mo-ie Dearest, I am just short of cutting off my ear for love, signed, ~>

”]Wine Glass with reservoir: Two together might make a heart shape - making this image relevant to this post - and might help rekindle the love. Dear ~>,
Hmm. Maybe something less van Gogh-ian would be better and more au courant, révolutionnaire? Perhaps cutting off some split ends for love? And weaving them into a love wreath to be framed and hung on the wall, or used as a dangerously flammable lampshade (for the danger and drama of it)? Perhaps add in some strands from ripped jeans.

Hell, make a garland and wear it around your neck like a giant neck corsage. Better yet, make the whole pile into a garland and then immortalize it in a colorful jello mold and sell it to MOMA for a million dollars, become instantly rich and famous and take a year off to travel the world staying in villas, chateaus and yurts, and rekindle the love.

Yes, that is the best plan my friend. Start weaving; figuratively and literally. I have all the best ideas. ;-)

Your pal, Mo-ie Dearest

Reception April 18, 2009 – Tabla Rasa Gallery, Brooklyn, NY

Posted in art, Confusion, Exhibits with tags , , , on April 5, 2009 by Admin

If you are in Brooklyn on April 18…


A Random Roundup

Posted in Adventures and Interludes, art, Communication, Life is like Christopher Guest said it was, The meaning of life with tags , , , , , on March 1, 2009 by Admin
The Boob Scarf

The Boob Scarf

Sheep made of telephones

Telephonic Sheep — by Jean-Luc Cornec, Frankfurt Museum of Communications in 2004.

Mobile Sound

Mobile Sound

That Wasn't Chicken

That Wasn't Chicken

Michaelaneglo's (Now-Overweight) David

If Michelangelo's David lived in America

Spray can emitting feathers

Artist : Horacio Salinas

Wicked Spanish

Posted in Adventures and Interludes, art, Learning Spanish with tags , on February 10, 2009 by Admin

While recently unpacking old boxes I found my student ID from the Colegio de Espana (1984!) as well as my boarding pass and itinerary. That was an hilarious summer, which I have started writing down, and one for which I have also found the photos and study materials, and for which I received 9 credits in college. Among my language books, I also found “Wicked Spanish for the Traveler”. This is a very helpful guide which includes pre-fab conversations and helpful advice for the brave traveler to various Spanish-speaking cultures, although – I suspect it centers on Mexico, and so my guest host is The Art of Diego Rivera.

“Baile en Tehauntepec”, Diego Rivera

“Baile en Tehauntepec”, Diego Rivera

From Wicked Spanish by Howard Tomb, 1991, reproduced without permission  (but with link to amazon listing):

“Travel in Spanish-speaking countries means more than cheap hotels and quick suntans – one must adapt to foreign customs and attitudes. To the uninitiated, Hispanic culture can be confusing and frustrating.

Our forms of logic, efficiency, and refrigeration are rare or nonexistent, including clearly marked prices, paved roads, and college-educated waitresses.

We may be startled by pigs as they run through the streets or hang over the sidewalk. We may be terrified by blind taxi drivers. We may be confused when locals fail to respond to wads of cash waved in the air.

Naive, unprepared travelers feel angry and humiliated. But Wicked Travelers never seem to suffer. They are always relaxed. They have an intuitive understanding of life abroad and a special sensitivity for alien cultures and ideas. Not with gold cards, loud voices, or idle threats in English, but with warm smiles. patient attitudes, and a variety of verbal weapons that natives understand.”

Excerpts from Wicked Spanish, without translations, below.

Emiliano Zapata, the Agrarian Leader, lithograph by Diego Rivera, 1932.

Emiliano Zapata, the Agrarian Leader, lithograph by Diego Rivera, 1932.

This car is amazing. I never knew chicken wire had so many uses. When did the brakes go out? In the Eisenhower years? Please give us helmets/blindfolds. Look, if you don’t slow down, I won’t pay you. That’s much better, thanks.

Yours is the prettiest piglet, miss. but it has shat in my lap. The cliffs are very steep. Do I smell an enchilada? Please lend me your hat.

What seems to be the problem officer? The light was green, actually. No, I am not calling you a liar. Here are my papers. Would these green papers help? Do you need so many of them? Do the handcuffs have to be so tight?

Could I see a couple of rooms please? I understand this building is 400 years old. Is that the original paint/maid? I don’t mind the spiders much. But I’d prefer a room without scorpions. Is there a room that does not face the bus station/mescal bar/slaughterhouse? Is there a room with a window/bathroom? Is there another hotel in this town?

What is depicted in that carving? What happened to his heart/head/genitals? You’re hired.

Muchacha con Girasoles, Diego Rivera

Muchacha con Girasoles, Diego Rivera

I feel faint! My blood pressure is dropping! Help! Emergency! Are you a waiter/waitress? Thank God! Forget the menu! Just show me to the kitchen. I’ll help myself. But you might as well take my breakfast order now. What lies motionless under the spicy chocolate sauce? What oozes from the depths of the stuffed pepper. What stares at me with glassy eyes? Ah, I had that last night. That is an unusually large octopus. Is it the same on that was on display yesterday? Perhaps it is by now ripe. How are the rice and beans this evening?

Good day, sir. Whats is that? I can see that it is meat. But what species? I can’t find that in my dictionary. Give me one anyway. No lettuce, for God’s sake! Can’t you see I’m a gringo?

These look well-made/delicious/Martian. How much for one/two/half kilo? If I had money like that, I would be vacationing in France. Would you consider three cents? No need for shouting. I’ll buy it next door. Good-bye. That’s more like it. Done. Thank you madam. I’m thrilled to have saved four cents.

I’d like to report a mugging/burglary/pickpocket/car theft. Wait! Let me explain, please. I don’t expect you to solve the crime. I do not expect to see my camera/passport/money/car again. All I need is a piece of paper from you. It is for the insurance company. Here is a little something for your trouble. That’s ok. Don’t get up. Thank you for your kind attention, sir.

Autorretrato. (1941), Diego Rivera

Autorretrato. (1941), Diego Rivera

Dear General Hernandez, Thank you for the wonderful evening. The liquor was certainly strong! I am sorry I mentioned politics/your wife’s enormity. I admire military rule/300 lb women. Thank you for canceling the death squad/duel at dawn. best regards,

pardon (as in judicial)
phone call
human rights

You can shave the baby

Posted in art, Artists, The meaning of life, Working in the Real World with tags , , on February 7, 2009 by Admin

I received an email from a non-related, doppelganger-like acquaintance in California the other day about supporting (which I did) a benefit for cancer in which she will shave her head. So I thought I’d post the link here in case that might serve to help her cause. I’d say that’s an impressively bold and brave move for a boldly destructive disease.

And, (according to grammarphobia it is ok to start sentences with “and”, Gnomus, but I do blindly [blithely?] break all the rules here) speaking of shaving, later that day I saw an intriguing image of a doll covered with patches of red hair called, “You can shave the baby” which at first I thought to be a real toy. So I fact-checked it at (Our human technology meets your biggest organ! Even no concept but still good sense!), home of the bengigngirl phone and other lovelies.

As it turns out, it is a 1994 piece by Polish artist Zbigniew Libera, whose 1996 Llego Concentration Camp Set caused… well, read about that here.

Libera - you can shave the baby

Libera - you can shave the baby

You Can Shave The Baby, 1995
10 dolls in cardboard boxes, [10x] 55,9 x 20,3 x 25,4 cm

Another Libera piece I find hilariously frighteningly hilarious is Ken’s Aunt.

Libera - Ken's Aunt

Libera - Ken's Aunt

Ken’s Aunt, 1994
24 dolls in cardboard boxes, [24x] 32 x 8 x 5 cm

I googled ‘Ken’s Aunt’ in hopes of finding more information about this piece and found, “He knew the only place for Ken was behind bars. He persuaded Ken’s other relatives to tell the police everything they knew. On Paul’s advice, Ken’s Aunt …” from, The Coed Call Girl Murder. I am not sure if this work has any relation to that book but I like to think it does. [LINK]

Fabulous Art Finds, with Essence of Existentialist Apropos(ities)

Posted in Animal Stuff, art, Confusion, Philosophy?, The meaning of life, Thoughts on January 17, 2009 by Admin

I found these FAFs over at BestWeekEver and I am just speechless. So I borrowed other bits of speech that seemed to best explain the existence of these… these inexplicabilities. In awe, your pal Mo.

THE TOP 50 CRAZIEST PAINTINGS OF ANIMALS.  See all 50 here…. [source]


“Obviously, all religions fall far short of their own ideals…” ~ Ernest Becker, 1973, The Denial of Death


"Indeed, compulsive and rigid moralism arises in given persons precisely as the result of a lack of sense of being." ~ Rollo May, 1958, "Contributions of Existential Psychotherapy" in Existence


"One must not let oneself be misled: they say 'Judge not!' but they send to Hell everything that stands in their way." ~ Friedrich Nietzsche, 1894/1990, The Anti-Christ


"The man of knowledge must not only love his enemies, he must also be able to hate his friends." ~ Nietzsche, 1892/1966, Thus Spoke Zarathustra


“Science. Nietzsche had warned, is becoming a factory, and the result will be ethical nihilism.” ~ Rollo May, 1958, “The Origins of the Existential Movement in Psychology” in Existence


" is free, in so far as he has the power of contradicting himself and his essential nature. Man is free even from his freedom; that is, he can surrender his humanity." ~ Paul Tillich, 1957, Systematic Theology


"Man is not what he believes himself to be in his conscious decisions." ~ Paul Tillich, 1961, "Existentialism and Psychotherapy, in Review of Existential Psychology & Psychiatry, Volume 1


"if we possess our why of life we can put up with almost any how. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche, 1889/1990, Twilight of the Idols


"It is interesting to note how many of the great scientific discoveries begin as myths." ~ Rollo May, 1991, The Cry for Myth


She’s the kind I like to flaunt, and take to dinner

Posted in Animal Stuff, art, Exhibits, Life Performance Art, The meaning of life, The Process of Art with tags , , , , on December 17, 2008 by Admin


World’s Tallest Snowman Made In Maine
By David Sharp, Associated Press
BETHEL, Maine (AP) — The world’s tallest snowman is no man. (Thanks Joe Ringey, for the link)

The “snowwoman” towering over this village features eyelashes created from discarded skis and bright red lips made from painted car tires. She wears a giant red hat and a 100-foot-long scarf, and her blond tresses are made from rope. She gets a little bling from a snowflake pendant that’s 6 feet long.


With the temperature in single digits, several hundred people including busloads of schoolchildren turned out for Friday’s dedication of the 122-foot-tall mountain of snow.


Mark Bancroft, who donated the 150-foot crane used during the project, noted that it has been a tough winter with high fuel costs and nasty weather.

“What does Bethel, Maine, do when it gets tough? We build a snowman!” he said to the muffled applause of mittens and gloves clapping together.

“Olympia,” named for Maine’s senior senator, Olympia Snowe, stands nearly 10 feet taller than “Angus, King of the Mountain,” who was
dedicated by the town in 1999. That snowman, named for then-Gov. Angus King, was created by the same folks responsible for Olympia.

It took more than a month, dozens of volunteers and tons of snow to create Olympia. Jim Sysko, a civil engineer, oversaw design and construction.

To get an idea of scale, Olympia is about 30 feet shorter than the Statue of Liberty (without the base). Her arms consist of 27-foot-tall evergreens.

Her “carrot” nose, painted by schoolchildren, is 8 feet long. Her eyes are made from giant wreaths.

She was built with a series of concentric circles. The crane dumped the snow into frames, and volunteers climbed in for long hours shoveling and packing the snow.

“The best part of it is how everyone in town pitched in and made it happen,” said volunteer David Lynch. “It got hairy up at the top. I only made it to 80 feet.”

The final product is the talk of the town. People especially liked the lashes created from old skis donated from the Sunday River ski resort.

She’s got style, she’s got grace–she’s a winner



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