Thanks to everyone who headed to the other side of the tracks to our cold and dirty installation site.
for the help with construction, pod creation, and transportation.
The event was a great success and we've got the digitally enhanced images to prove it.
Below is an image of Salina's and my post-human, updated archetype.
Site specific installation needs to be experienced.
We applied great effort to induce phenomenological impact, so it pains me to simply show a still image but here it is anyway.
More images from the exhibition by Susan Porteous Evans at
photo by Steve Gottshall
Rojo Kermés - July 25, 2009
Nervosa Cringe as Mujer Arana at Museo Benefit
I attempted to coerce the guests of Museo De Las Americas to have their fortunes told by the Spider Woman. Nervosa Cringe created this manifestation of the legendary Mujer Arana.
Thanks to everyone who attended my wedding last night
my virtual wedding still, april, 2009
reverend walter, 2009
gioia9 y conchita, courtesy of steve gottshall
M.V.W., steve gottshall, 2009
more pics on my wedding photographer's flickr page:
courtesy of anonio ascencio...
steve gottshall, 2009
brian and i made a film. most likely, it'll be one of the most symbolically profound cinematic experiences since Pierrot Le Fou.
WED. 15 APRIL2009. 8PM. THE BUG THEATER. 3864 NAVAJO
Will Oldham graced this cowtown with his gigantic presence on Sunday. My knees are still weak, heart's arms still bound.
photo courtesy of steve gottshall, 5 April, 2009: http://www.flickr.com/photos/bicyclesteve/
photo courtesy of Antonio Ascencio, 2009
your feet haven't grown much. photo: antonio ascencio
ladder legs, antonio ascencio, 2009
Robert Nachman stares in awe, lol
the first cut down
Thank you thank you thank you Maria, Antonio, Steve and Jeremiah!
Fine printmaking paper (with the remnants of one-of-a-kind prints on one side) stained with menstrual blood. Ideal for ritual drawing or writing (c'mon Brian Rendon, you know you want some).
H e looked at me with blank eyes today. Guess they always were but I used to fill them with my imagination, with conch shells and rocking chairs. stupid. That's what I get for inviting the corpse.
On a brighter note, nuclear fallout at BMOCA. Badass.
I actually drove to the arian city today to check out video's from CU's video collection (in and out of time) Even though this contained videos that explore the exact things that I've been visual researching-- so exact, I felt a bit nauseaus...not sure why. This is what art is, right? RIGHT?
sigh for now, I found more interest in Erika Wanenmacher's installation " The Science Club: The Boy's Room, NOw, Forever, Then, Part 1 . The boys room installation devoted to the Atomic melted my metal heart. I spent far longer than was dictated by the quarters in my meter reading blackened books and metal desks. Even the stitching on the quilt screamed obsession.
It'll be there til the 27th.
violin & candlestick, 2008's ending
ever since i've been practicing tibetan dream yoga (and haven't left my nest for weeks), i've had some strange dead guy visits.
the other evening, aa showed up at my hotel carrying a giant slab of raw, shrink wrapped meat as if he was delivering room service...i'll spare you the details of the second portion of this dream. Then loandbeholdtightly, georges braque appeared and presented me with a gorgeous cubist rendition of my cunt, he said that licking it was getting him nowhere...
apparently, all of this time had passed without anyone having the balls to tell the man that painting was long dead around here. Well, I've got Big Balls...