The Armory is the biggest shitstorm, er, storm of shit, er, tsunami of turds/poo hurricane/ El Nino Browno of them all. A lie detector would wreak havok on that fraudfest. I feel like I need to shower for a week.
No, I'm not a fan of the Armory Fair.
Anything good among the rubble? Hmmm. Well, at the booth where I was working, there's this artist from San Francisco, Martin McMurray. Forget the first name. He does acrylic paintings of dictators/despots in their cars. Seriality actually works for them, rather than against them. Which is a big compliment coming from someone with a phobia of repeating himself. They're really funny, funky, and mean.
There are artists who I admire, like Rodney McMillian and Rachel Harrison, showing there. But the pieces I've seen are hopelessly out of context and lost among all the drek and empty showmanship.
There's a small drawing/print on one of the walls that reads(in a childlike scrawl): 'Buy me I'm at an art fair'. I don't know who did it, but I'd like to find them and dunk their head in a toilet for being such a hypocritical shit. The only thing worse than uncritically participating in an art fair is critically participating in an art fair. Go or don't go. But forgive me if I decline to congratulate you on your iconoclasm when you're cashing the same check and nibbling aperitifs out of the same hand as everyone else at the clusterfuck.
I'm sure I'll talk more about it. It hasn't even opened yet.
And people can comment on whatever they want in my blog. Participation is encouraged, NO MATTER WHAT FORM IT TAKES. The premise is, I contribute a drawing a day, and everyone else contributes as much or as little as they wish.
'Pat is the only one of my friends who
is an 18th-century roue. Despite what
people say about Pat's lack of "life-
skills", what he really lacks is "dying-
with-dignity" skills; instead he opts
for the "drink oneself to near-death
and then resolve to turn over a new
leaf with a transparent lack of
commitment" skill set. Pat is
surprisingly intelligent given the
prolific amount of booze and drugs he
has taken over his life. Which is to
say, he is mildly retarded. I have
known Pat for fourteen years, and at
the beginning he would play the
vicious, intolerant bigot to my
verminiferous Gollum. Now, he plays the
vicious, intolerant bigot to my
vicious, intolerant bigot. I'm amazed
we've stayed friends despite our
multiple attempts to derail that
friendship. By the way, Pat will die of
Hodgkin's disease.' --Bobcat, 2004
3 comments:
Hmmm..
I hate to psychoanalyze myself, but I drew this on the subway while coming home from a 12 hour shift working at the Armory Fair. A lie detector, eh?
The Armory is the biggest shitstorm, er, storm of shit, er, tsunami of turds/poo hurricane/ El Nino Browno of them all. A lie detector would wreak havok on that fraudfest. I feel like I need to shower for a week.
No, I'm not a fan of the Armory Fair.
Anything good among the rubble? Hmmm. Well, at the booth where I was working, there's this artist from San Francisco, Martin McMurray. Forget the first name. He does acrylic paintings of dictators/despots in their cars. Seriality actually works for them, rather than against them. Which is a big compliment coming from someone with a phobia of repeating himself. They're really funny, funky, and mean.
There are artists who I admire, like Rodney McMillian and Rachel Harrison, showing there. But the pieces I've seen are hopelessly out of context and lost among all the drek and empty showmanship.
There's a small drawing/print on one of the walls that reads(in a childlike scrawl): 'Buy me I'm at an art fair'. I don't know who did it, but I'd like to find them and dunk their head in a toilet for being such a hypocritical shit. The only thing worse than uncritically participating in an art fair is critically participating in an art fair. Go or don't go. But forgive me if I decline to congratulate you on your iconoclasm when you're cashing the same check and nibbling aperitifs out of the same hand as everyone else at the clusterfuck.
I'm sure I'll talk more about it. It hasn't even opened yet.
And people can comment on whatever they want in my blog. Participation is encouraged, NO MATTER WHAT FORM IT TAKES. The premise is, I contribute a drawing a day, and everyone else contributes as much or as little as they wish.
I evidently didn't forget Martin McMurray's first name. I forgot it, googled him, and wrote it in without correcting my original sentence.
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