I forget when these were taken, but The Edge Gallery had a installation in their
back room that consisted of a pile of charcoal and a note saying to draw on the walls.
Well.
Say no more.
I drew a picture of Penelope, and she drew a picture of me, then we shot each other with my camera phone.
Wall drawings using charcoal are tens of thousands of years old. I think I got this camera phone a week before we happened upon this room. I just took them off phone tonight.
Flips me out... how -
how we compile the very Old with the very New. The old never goes away and the new is severly looked at and audited to see if it will be in a our future, or should I see overwhelmingly in our future. There's always someone around that collects what has become useless shit. I can't wait to see someone's camera phone project using phones from 2004 in 2014.
Yesterday was my birthday. I helped Justin Beard design his postcards for his show at Capsule @ Pod. We managed to run up a bill of $150. Here's the front (I also took the photo)
It's a picture of him smoking a cigarette, sitting on a booth he built, blowing the smoke into a sketchbook that's hooked up to a vacuum (I shit you not), that's hooked up to a filter. The filter has a template attached to it, so the smoke goes through only a part of the filter. This all creates a picture, using the smoke as the drawing tool. Pretty sick.
I realized at about midnight that there was an odd white blotch in the middle of his head and then found out the next morning that Santa Fe was spelled wrong and Kinkos messed up the alignment on the back.
Gaw.
I went to Kinkos at around 11pm and reprinted them with the corrections. I can't let me friend Beard down. I felt awful. Somehow the bill is now only $50. I think it's very important to go to Kinkos and make sure you get a clerk that somehow connections with whatever subculture you belong to. That's why I keep all my skateboard apparel around.
It's 3 am, and the 19th (like I said) was my birthday. I've been having trouble sleeping (seems to happen around my birthday), so I didn't do anything on it. Every day is special or could be special and should be Celebrated if one wants to celebrate it. That's a key to happiness. Special occasions should never be saved, kind of like orgasms. Let it flow, let it flow...
What I did do that day was console a beautiful girl while she awaited the answer to a love letter she sent. No one thinks she should go out with the guy, I don't think she should go out with the guy, but gut feelings should always be followed, no matter what the cost is at the end.
