fek:
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me.
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me.
Fuck you I won’t do what you tell me!
FUCK YOU I WON’T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!

fek:
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me.
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me.
Fuck you I won’t do what you tell me!
FUCK YOU I WON’T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!
< understatement > A couple of friends of mine like to paint, enjoy realism, and are relatively good at it. < / understatement >
Here’s a painting of the artist Ali Banisadr by Bryan Drury
(i know what I’m getting tao lin for his birthday)
Via Bre Pretis- maker of the makerbot. General hero and inspiring human. Think it over. Make something:
Dear Members of the Cult of Done,
I present to you a manifesto of done. This was written in collaboration with Kio Stark in 20 minutes because we only had 20 minutes to get it done.
The Cult of Done Manifesto
take a look at alexander tinei’s tumblr.
not sure if he’s been patiently posting for this long or just back dated. But the progression of the work is really heartening and inspired. I admire the way he built soul and spirit out of a developed sense of style.
(via tinei)
//*arthead*//
fucking magnets…
Sebastien Verdon, In Between, Installation, Socle, Frame, Red Thread, Magnets, Plattform10 ewz-selnau Zürich, 2010
via todayandtomorrow
Lucas Cranach showing proper bearhug technique.
(via) quam-nos-animadverto:
At this point, all of my pleasures are guilty. I’ve liked Fred’s work for a long time. There’s a piece he did with adderall tablets a while back that I can’t find and it haunts my dreams. If I should ever find it again I will steal it or buy or try to trade for it so I can give it to Stephen Elliott. His daily emails from The Rumpus are making my life a lot better.
Sign up for them if you also want your life to be better.
I wrote that thing about James awhile back and it has hung around like an accidental tattoo or a townie ex-girlfriend or the points on my license for ‘blocking the box.’ Yes I’d do it all again because it felt so good and right at the time.
I’ve heard from a friend or two that they listen to the Celebritist Manifesto post-coital as a way to scare off a lover—or if not, if they are amenable—it’s used as a blueprint for marriage vows. It’s that kind of work. Anyway, this is how I learned that I mis-pronounced Foucault, which pretty much means the jig is up.
Absolutely James should have the booth at the Venice Biennale. He is the culture- what else do you have to do? His doctoral pursuits at Yale are not enough? His lifestyle as parody of an absurdist resume does not thrill you in your intellectual erogenous zones?
Who is better for this? Is there some movement of American modesty that I have missed out on because I was too busy updating my blog?
The Celebritist Manifesto was properly cited on Art Net in this news item about the mis-information campaign that has James supposedly representing the U.S. I’m pretty proud of that. The only shame is that the hoax is a hoax.
This is why P.Diddy’s in the house.
zizzlezazzle:jocasta:yerawizardharry:scarymansion:(via none00)
Bad boy for life.
Brock Davis is a terrific maker of things. I admire his diversity and quality control. In his case, the mind is the medium—whatever he sets it to emerges with a specific flavor: whimsical/dark/gravitational?
Please check out his work for the “Make Something Cool Everyday” group on Flickr.