photographic form, Street Terms, Vol. 1 is the first in a series of art books
cataloging the collaborative language-twisting works by artists Elaina Morgan
(Brooklyn, NY) + Jeremy Kennedy(Los Angeles, CA).
installment is catalyzed by a coincidental encounter with a tangible,
incomplete set of characters. Utilizing only what's included in their
alphanumeric find, the artists create a collection of succinct absurdist
meditations on contemporary culture and city life.
1 features arrangements of mirror-polished brass letters discovered in the
wilds of Echo Park, Los Angeles and shot on verdant turf by photographer
my fandom for this fellow has been there from the moment i locked eyes w/ his work.
not only the work, but as a person, the experience is so damn taser.
a few years laters, and now with ~2,400 miles of distance between us, my incredible appreciation of this work has done nothing but grow.
(funny how that happens)
flipped worlds, feathered scopes, and re-revisited historical scapes... mr. hessler cleverly pulls together forever stare-at-able pieces in insanely exacting detail, with enough conceptual presence to draw plenty o' inkwell dry.
these grabbed photos are just a tease...
not even the most intense, just a couple of faves. seeing rob's work in person is enough to make my wrist cramp, instant carpal tunnel vision....the amount of fancy, pen technique (to his own) involved in this action breaks my brain.
here's the online, a lot to offer. he's out there often, many cities... grab it live when/if you can.
right, 2016... some spectacular illness was terrifically offset by a visit from my b-day sharer, aurora dorey alice, a few staycation days. and a haul of really rad cards.
the (kinda) downtime gave me a moment to dig through a few new or recent readables grabbed up via mail or handoff...
from left to rights...
-rice harvester #14- The closing edition, and powerfully done up (love this cover art). from 1995 til here, wow... i'm looking through to see what issues i have and what i missed. i've known this human for years. From crazy-ass tales humorous and tragic, written or spoken, even in lost moments, hugs, his words have always made me feel a whole hell of lot more... human. http://remoteoutposts.bigcartel.com/product/rice-harvester-zine-14
-theoral #11- (the abc of improvisation) conversations with laura altman, monica brooks and andrew choate- i caught a copy of this fine publication a while back via thee unwrinkled ear. don't believe i've encountered this apparently damn taser series before granted this access. just as one saint bollards re-informed my awareness of my outdoor urban surroundings, this work has spurred exciting new thought towards creative sound-making and beyond. further into this catalog i go: (http://www.theoral.org/)
-poems by elbe, vol. 2 - this 24 page collection of truth snips and hopscotch histories arrived perfectly stapled up during the holiday times. now read, my copy sits on a shelf of important things. however, it's size and design are very suited for the ass-pocket of most any pants for fast access to anxiety quells, bus moments, and daily mental snacks. small, orange, rectangular pill (high mg). taken in combination w/ alcohol or pregnancy may cause "funny" results: (SAN publications)
honored to have this terrific mention... taser dialed.
just finished this terrific share from lunch skirt (official table-blue studio librarian)
the lover- marguerite duras
i believe in these words, perfect timing. drone strike.
just had the pleasure of meeting and jamming w/ this guy and mr. sun araw himself last night. at betalevel, beneath the crooked alleyways of la's incredibly spooky chinatown...on a dark and stormy nite.
tomo, man rips rad on the double bass, see example:
he'll be doing more things w/ the instrument here:
- January 4th, 8:30 pm:
with Charlie Rauh and Leonid Galaganov at 65 Fenimore Street, Brooklyn, New York City, USA.
- January 7th:
with Charlie Rauh and Leonid Galaganov at The Firehouse Space, Greenpoint, New York City, USA.
aside from his tasered up career in improvised music, composition, 2xbassing, etc., he is also a comic guru and makes some fine artwork. especially dig these #simpleisbest pen and ink drawings, as well as his watercolour approach here.
seems to have an obsession w/ birth. meant to ask him about that. i didn't.
last pulls of the yr i believe. "car fighter" actually comes in the t-shirt format, but as a pedestrian in LA (which is why this piece resonates so strong w/ me) that doesn't wear t-shirts too much, i talked my way into a print version.
-a fresh copy of erin k. drew's super spooky "erotic art magazine", fucking amazing.
also, this recently framed up a set of mini-polaroids by the extremely thoughtful anne peterson sobel, straight outta doha.
primo example of my really bad photo taking skills, but everyone who comes thru here is all like "oh wow!" or just like "wow!"
just a taste of some super additions at table-blue studio, llc., and a reminder to keep postal w/ pals.
has anyone else ever imagined how terrible these things* must smell?!
like waking up on the floor after 2 days of being too busy to properly shower, followed by a 3 day spree of debauchery, in a room that carries the distinct odor of a opium den / smoking-friendly petting zoo, absorbed into every follicle...
viola! hence the term: "ewok smell".
eewl... add that to yr lexicon.
*ewoks are some kinda fictitious, hostile, fur-covered, biped-esque creatures, w/ primitive tool-making abilities and an archaic social structure, featured in a popular instructional video franchise titled "star wars".