chomells?

here's an interesting artifact that i discovered across the street from my house in bloomington earlier this year. the inability to spell the word "homeless" is terrifying! of course this reading of the text is based purely on my assumption that the one who penned this was trying to spell "homeless". "chomells" or "homells" could in fact be the name of the creator, or of another person.
no, fuck it, they were trying to spell "homeless".
"chomells" still hangs proudly in our new home.
god bless.

jostafarian

josta! jostin'! i jostin' dude!

check it. bitch.

i made a bong outta a josta bottle once...

"middle school matchmaker" by: William Gass

Here's a totally taser factory "thing" that happened to my friend William a while back. He posted this after it happened, but i had to revisit it. The following is his account:


I received a mistaken text at work tonight, but instead of ignoring it, I assumed the role of the desired party. The following is the actual text-conversation that transpired, keystroke-for-keystroke.

Reilly: Hey its reilly from braud ripple camp im jabocs cuzin u there
Reilly: U there
Me: Whut up
Reilly: Nm u and u know who i am right
Me: Of corse i do
Reilly: Good ive missedu!!how r u
Me: Let me just say im delishus right now
Reilly: What? Im confused what do u mean by delishus
Reilly: Hey u there?
Me: yeah. Immat work rite now. And stooooned heh
Reilly: U hav a job wait u know this is reilly right and why did u say u were delishus
Me: Gotta pay for school ryerye. Got no support from anyone
Reilly: How old r u and were would u get a job
Reilly: U still thr
Me: Yeah jus chill a sec. Boss is here
Me: Aight its cool now. Hows jaboc?
Reilly: Good and he wants to know if u have a girlfriend? I really dont know why i think he likes some girl in his class
Me: Naw i aint got time for that shit
Reilly: Oh so ya u know keven he is a JERK he is so notmy type
Me: Who is yo typ than?
Reilly: Well not to be weird but u i like people ur type and ur type is
Me: Aw shit girl. Ur cute but you dont want me imma thug
Reilly: U nt a thug its bad to put urself down
Me: Sorry. I wish my mama was nice lk u. Imma dertay do
Reilly: Awwwwwwwww i feel soooo bad for u and if it makes a difference i think ur very nice
Me: Who u wit?
Reilly: My friend where do u work
Me: Post rd bowling alley
Reilly: Kewl what do u do there and r u 13 yet
Me: I wash dishes inna kitchin. Im actually 14. Not many people know i was held back in kinnergarten. U gotta b 14 2 work
REilly: Oh sry im alital stupid if u havn't noticed
Me: No u aint.
Reilly: Ya believe me I probobly should have flunked at least a couple of geades just lukily i havint yet. So why dont ur parents help u pay fr school i feel bad fur u
Me: They say its makin me a man. They folks beat them when they was little.
Me: Lissen i gotta go but i wanna ask u smthng
Reilly: Omg thats so sad aee they ok
Me: yeah but they hard
Reilly: Ya
Me: Will u gimme a hug next time u see me? I think i lk u
Reilly: Sure and i like u to so ya ill give u a hug so maby u can go to a movie with sloan daniel and i
Reilly: Ok what do u have to ask me
Me: That was it. Im shy.
Me: Bye
Reilly: Ditto im so shy
Reilly: Bye...............

free flyer project

an oldie but goodie... free flyer project! this is one of my favorites from the first round of flyers back in the day. i'm redoing a few and making some new ones to hang up soon. the best part of the project is receiving the replies. fun and easy public art is the best.

"Night Chop of the Night"

"Night Chop of the Night #1"

I am gonna stalk up in your stuff. 9 floors to stalk on.

The wrong floor means, that you had better stalk on hard! damn hard!
Stalk back down and you will be alright.

Stalk on! , you eclectic butcherer of men and women, child, and of animal.

Child and animal stalker. Stalk so fucking hard that your mask gets stalked out!

Took off their mask to chop on body. Took off their mask and chopped on hard, and chopped it off, out, and chopped it off!

"Is this a god stalker... with hard chopping motion?"

"Chopped without mask! Chopped with disaster operation: infinite chopping."

"I have thundered down. To chop up."

magical healthy ball= fun ball, dangerous ball.

these are probably really fun. i've never opened my box of magical healthy ball. zak had some out at a party one night. i was really scared that he was gonna hit me with one...he didn't. must have read the caution notice. you should too, it's fun...

breaking up is fun to do...

tara donovan

i've just been turned to this awesome work from n.y. artist tara donovan!
terrific use of materials (note the straws and styrofoam cups!) and the chill effect!


for the full looking-at-stuff-online effect, check out her page at the ace gallery website:
http://www.acegallery.net/artistmenu.php?Artist=8#

thanks anna for cluing us in!

"pony 3 fkup"--by: jeremy kennedy

life has been super hectic with moving preperations, moving, working, and just trying to live and sleep occasionally...so of course, i decide to plan and complete a whole new series of paintings amidst all this noise!
the product:
"pony 3 fkup"

a 9 piece collection of new paintings.pony 3 fkup (30x30")

fedz (30x2?")
pony 3 fkup #3: telecaster (48x24")
a.safer.crush. (28x26")joe's gym job (30x26")

*the "pony 3 fkup" series is now a part of the private collection skip van cel.

california dreamin'...

...is probably one of my favorite oldie-pop songs ever. it's also my current state of mind. j. shelley is already out there and for the past few weeks every moment and action has been devoted to the move.

we did find the time to have some fun, and throw down one last (knee shy) performance piece here in bloomington. we presented "no, thank you" at the open house for bloomington's new saving grace venue "the ritual room".

i will put some video up as soon as i get a copy!

back to work.

"delete" + "-one-liners-"

“Delete”
by: Jeremy Kennedy
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“-one-liners-“
by: Anne Roecklein + Joseph Rohrer
Friday July 24th
@ Hospital (102 e. Allen)
8-10 pm

After over a decade of living and working in Bloomington, Indiana, Jeremy Kennedy’s days as a resident are numbered. And, as things come to end in Bloomington, they will begin anew elsewhere. This is, in part, the driving idea behind this new performance piece.
essentially, the performance of “Delete” goes as follows:
Kennedy will set up a desk and his desktop computer in the gallery space. the monitor screen will be projected on a wall in the gallery, so that everyone can see as he deletes all files, one by one.
The hard drive in question has been the artists main storage unit for data including audio/video recordings from the fmsmprc record label (which he helps maintain), photos of friends and previous art work, and other important documents.
“Delete” differs greatly from Kennedy previous work in the sense that this is reflective of events unfolding in his personal life. As an artist and sound maker he has never really allowed personal feelings and views to enter into his work. It’s an out with the old type of thing. a way of thinking that is relative to this stage of Kennedy’s life, as he is leaving these Midwestern hills for the shores of sunny California.
There is also a certain significance to his choosing a computer as the vehicle for expression. Lines can be drawn to such concepts as the constant movement and turnaround of technological advancement. Seen here as Kennedy’s Sony Vaio, hailed as a remarkable piece of equipment when purchased several years ago, is soon to be a relic of that era of PC age. Or perhaps, entertaining the idea that files on one’s personal hard drive have become valuable property. An idea which is quickly defeated in moments of dissonant human clarity, which tells some of us, “It’s nothing but a bunch of 1’s and 0’s...”, and doesn’t really matter.
All in all, this show could be titled “Purging”. The years spent here in Bloomington have left the artist as the sole owner of a great number of possessions. Some of which have personal value, and some of which can be classified as “junk”, depending on the point of view. Regardless, it’s time to downsize.

-tyco riley (2009)

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-one-liners- is a drawing exhibition where-in artists are asked to submit 10 new works that deal with the show’s title. Works should explore the possibilities of the phrase one-liner. Whatever it means to you. Dimensions should not exceed 19 inches in any direction. Jurors Anne Roecklein and Joseph Rohrer will select from all submissions with a goal of selecting 100 drawings from 20 artists.