A blog about the New York artworld, body modification, mythical beasts, getting high, and wanting to die.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Yay for Painting
I thought it would be fun to curate an imaginary show. I heart painting deeply and these are the ones I would like to look at tonight. Thank you for indulging me.
Many hearts for painting show. A cure for my relentless migraine. I would like to be in room with these lovelies. Where is the MM painting in this show? It belongs.
MM is trying to inspire himself to work on his paintings so thoroughly that they belong in this imaginary show. I am aspiring to lend finish and excitement to works in progress. Please let the powers of strangeness come into me, please let me attain rapture, mystery, other occult feelings. The inner head voice worries about predictability, banality, boredom...go away voice.
WOW. Great imaginary show! I am loving to look at your choice of paintings this AM. The voices of worry are the dark side of the force, Obi-Wan says the force binds all things together andsurrounds us but also human action goes against the natural course of the universe and always results in failure. Fail away!
I love this idea!!!! and great choices - two I cannot figure out/am not familiar with. This is inspiring stuff. I fought in the hot box last night and had to leave. Ugliness and confusion swept in again. It is hard to believe. but these paintings are affirmations.
I mean...it is hard to believe in the value of/power of the artistic endeavor. I am too greedy for new discoveries and impatient so I get frustrated. I keep making the same things.
It was so fun to do, I highly recommend. I want to do it again. I love looking at paintings, even if they are on my computer screen. Corny you are right, accept the failure!!! It is beautiful to be so lowly and ridden with the pocks of smallness. Everything is so big, all I can do is scratch around in the dirts.
Fairy do not let the Mudrumple take over your thoughts in the hotbox. All nastiness must be banished in favor of heated belief in colored sprinkles.
hey MM, I think that if you curate another show you might want some entertainment at your opening. I found these folks while I was out shopping for a family.
I love the Popoviches. Shelley Charmaine Camille and Carmen are lovely girls. And Richard's mustache is something for me to shoot for - waxed and pointed on the ends, very nice. Shall we take a trip to Alberta to view their clean brand of family musical comedy? I think so.
I would like to offer everyone public transportation on my shoulders with harness and bar. Very very safe. No mishaps. Popcorn snacks. Who needs a ride? I cross state lines and travel inter-boroughly. I need exercise, this is my choice.
The bottom painting reminds me of myself. Comfort, no need of the diaper, just releasing the items into the sands and waters. I would wear more sunscreen, however, as per my mother.
Womb, that is a tempting offer. I may want to, but I love playing with my rattle and rocking back and forth. Will I still get changed if I am in the womb? I wonder.
I am miming with my stumps. It is thick. There is a hole in the earth. I cannot tell what is in there. Bacon bits? Birds? Trauma? Fragmented sentences? I am beginning to get it.
There is sadness in this devolution, this petty raunchy talk of sirs and teabagging. Boredom ensues. Mountain Man, your exhibition is wonderful, as I am sure you are. I have heard much of you but seen little. You are a welcome mystery in my daily existense and I wish to surround myself with peoples of such intrigue and capacity. A curtsey in your direction, I bow to you.
Hi PD! Hearts back to you. Controversy comes into the blog. Sammy No Hands is still miming. The raunch and sirs commingle, it is the way.
Anonymous, I would like to be drunk on Jack and high on coke. I am SOOOOOOOOOOOO jealous. I am dry as toast and sitting with water and foolish thoughts. Hi water.
I carry a mess of squirrel tails for good luck. They still have blood on them and a little stump from the above-bum area from whence I ripped them. I violent.
I am ready for the entrance of the giant mouth. This mouth unifies nature and culture. It is breathy, sweet-smelling. Commence the consumptive sucking at once.
Twirp, reaching out to others is the first step. You are doing your best and this is a proactive approach. Speak out and others will show you the way to fulfillment.
Herpes are only ok if you keep them to yourself. Twirp needs more serious help than just reaching out. Twirp should end it. That is my professional opinion.
Eternal pearlescent fluid leaking under the caverns of dank where they bake the loafs in the ovens. More more more scream the sad crippled minions. This is the way of future perfect.
Goblin, you may know me. I am beholden to the below bridge areas, are you familiar with them? I trade in foulness but still am somewhat positive. I do not enjoy games as much as Troll, but if you are into smoking candy cigarettes maybe we can hang.
A blast of fire on monkeys, sirs and whiners. Mostly whiners. Beat them senseless with the fortresses they build around their feeble communitees. Sadness their only plight...
The chatroom aspect starts to take over. It is not clear whether you care about your posts or just the banter with your "friends." Are we supposed to just watch? Participation is difficult.
I guess if you don't like it you dont' have to participate. If you want to, you should. Each person can say what they wants, it is a forum for the disaffected but is poetic in aspiration. You can change each thread with your own commenting. It happens organically. I read something recently about this blog on the internet that said it was mostly mini-chatroom and not much attention was paid to the postings. That is so hideously untrue...the comments do take on a life of their own, I like their strange chattiness, but I care deeply and think a lot about what to say in each posting. This may not always come through, I know. Anyway.
I googled artisticthoughts just for the hell of it and was directed to a comment thread on a blog from Arizona. The thread was discussing applaud-worthy blogs and someone anonymously suggested my blog. The writer of the blog responded by saying "I don't like it" because the focus is the comments and not the posts. I found it mildly insulting seeing as I put plenty of time (inordinate some might say) into the posts, the writing, the images, etc. It kind of reminds me of how you can spend months and months and years on artworks and someone can just walk by and dismiss it with a word. I do this often myself, in fact. I guess it is just something one needs to accept - putting your wares in public makes them subject to all kinds of reaction. Thickening the skin is part of the deal. Can't expect every fart to be worthwhile to everyone all the time. Right????
this idea of worth brings a lot of questions into my mind. I may have to post about it. You can comment about it or comment about yeti, whichever you prefer. Sometimes I prefer yeti and sno-cones.
Yeti and sno cones. Right on. Substitutes for the real experience - non sequitur and metaphor is paramount. It's interesting to step back though and wonder what other people see when they peer in..it doesn't resemble what we see.
I agree it is interesting. A coworker here (daiel, who I sometimes write about) told me that he read my entire blog the other day. It made me feel weird for a bit, someone looking in like that. He says he gets confused with all the characters posting? But I think our little language here is rockin' and an organic, compelling experiment in some form of communication, essay, poetry, trash talk, support group, something something.
Double and triple excitement to painting. I am a nerd. I beseech satiation in the form of further nerdliness.
ReplyDeleteMost happy sun through birch wood. Much lucky pigment thought. Image, paint, heart blameless.
ReplyDeleteMountain lovely.
ReplyDeleteHi Sushi!!! I am so happy to behold you here. What a coincidence. Let us play nuance and decks of cards without hands or points.
ReplyDeleteOr pants.
ReplyDeleteSorry, I pervert.
ReplyDeleteThese paintings are wildly fluffy and oriented starward. Happy times in muted colors and horizon lines. Give me the juice.
ReplyDeleteTrump thought. Most happy fluke. Time relative with chance like garden.
ReplyDeleteI have a garden in my veins. It flows in multi-directions. Your garden is leeward, headward, something.
ReplyDeleteMost outside thoughts, many gardens. Dining in woods, dancing on weeds, complacent open. So many suns inside.
ReplyDeleteOpen closed complacent woods and dining on weeds? I confuse but much interested. Portions of satiation fall on your head and chest, Sushi. It is good.
ReplyDeleteI am delighted in these images. I am delighted in the thinking of fortunate understanding through misapprehended pictures.
ReplyDeleteMM! thank you for giving us such textured and fun terrain to frolick in. It is a beautiful show and deserving of the rave reviews. Big hugs.
ReplyDeleteI am tangled up in Painting #4 right now. It feels like candy.
ReplyDeleteMany hearts for painting show. A cure for my relentless migraine. I would like to be in room with these lovelies. Where is the MM painting in this show? It belongs.
ReplyDeleteMM is trying to inspire himself to work on his paintings so thoroughly that they belong in this imaginary show. I am aspiring to lend finish and excitement to works in progress. Please let the powers of strangeness come into me, please let me attain rapture, mystery, other occult feelings. The inner head voice worries about predictability, banality, boredom...go away voice.
ReplyDeleteWOW. Great imaginary show! I am loving to look at your choice of paintings this AM. The voices of worry are the dark side of the force, Obi-Wan says the force binds all things together andsurrounds us but also human action goes against the natural course of the universe and always results in failure.
ReplyDeleteFail away!
I love this idea!!!! and great choices - two I cannot figure out/am not familiar with. This is inspiring stuff. I fought in the hot box last night and had to leave. Ugliness and confusion swept in again. It is hard to believe. but these paintings are affirmations.
ReplyDeleteI mean...it is hard to believe in the value of/power of the artistic endeavor. I am too greedy for new discoveries and impatient so I get frustrated. I keep making the same things.
ReplyDeleteIt was so fun to do, I highly recommend. I want to do it again. I love looking at paintings, even if they are on my computer screen. Corny you are right, accept the failure!!! It is beautiful to be so lowly and ridden with the pocks of smallness. Everything is so big, all I can do is scratch around in the dirts.
ReplyDeleteFairy do not let the Mudrumple take over your thoughts in the hotbox. All nastiness must be banished in favor of heated belief in colored sprinkles.
The list of artists is as follows, just so you know them all:
ReplyDelete1. Ferdinand Hodler
2. Gustav Klimt
3. Piet Mondrian
4. Steve DiBenedetto
5. Yves Tanguy
6. Paul Nash
7. Florine Stettheimer
8. Odilon Redon
9. Dana Schutz
Good good good, MM! Please do more curating. Feed the eye-bones.
ReplyDeleterave reviews MM. I am especially liking the birches. I would like to visit them in person.
ReplyDeleteI know Krix! The birches. These forest paintings he did are some of my favorite paintings ever.
ReplyDeletehey MM, I think that if you curate another show you might want some entertainment at your opening. I found these folks while I was out shopping for a family.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.richardanddeborah.com/popovich%20family%20singers.htm
I think they sound blissful.
Bravo MM! What a show! It is very uplifting.
ReplyDeleteI love the Popoviches. Shelley Charmaine Camille and Carmen are lovely girls. And Richard's mustache is something for me to shoot for - waxed and pointed on the ends, very nice. Shall we take a trip to Alberta to view their clean brand of family musical comedy? I think so.
ReplyDeleteI would like to offer everyone public transportation on my shoulders with harness and bar. Very very safe. No mishaps. Popcorn snacks. Who needs a ride? I cross state lines and travel inter-boroughly. I need exercise, this is my choice.
ReplyDeleteI would like a ride.
ReplyDeletegood god. richard and deborah. the hillbilly show features a photo that I cannot get out of my head. A double bill with biker fox is in order.
ReplyDeleteThe bottom painting reminds me of myself. Comfort, no need of the diaper, just releasing the items into the sands and waters. I would wear more sunscreen, however, as per my mother.
ReplyDeletemanbaby, would you like to come inside?
ReplyDeleteWomb, that is a tempting offer. I may want to, but I love playing with my rattle and rocking back and forth. Will I still get changed if I am in the womb? I wonder.
ReplyDeleteforget it. you are not ready to enter me. continuing shitting and pissing in your pants. when you are ready for nirvana we can talk again.
ReplyDeletePlease reconsider. I want in. I will be good, no whining.
ReplyDeleteWomb you are a harsh taskmaster. Would you like to go out for man drinks with me sometime?
ReplyDeletemanbaby, re-entry is possible but the steps are manyfold. mind body. you must lose more muscle tone and begin skull softening. slather the noxema.
ReplyDeleteif you are speaking of the semen milk froth i am not interested mm. But perhaps a nice g&t. Note, Crotchgoblin is not welcome.
ReplyDeletehey! no fair.
ReplyDeleteI was thinking of the whiskeys. But you can have a gin and tonic.
ReplyDeleteI am top heavy today, teetering around, unable to keep my balance. I am infirm and have a pleading sensation in my gut. I am desiring the winds.
ReplyDeleteI am miming with my stumps. It is thick. There is a hole in the earth. I cannot tell what is in there. Bacon bits? Birds? Trauma? Fragmented sentences? I am beginning to get it.
ReplyDeleteI am hiding in Womb. Womb does not know it. I am strangulating the valves.
ReplyDeleteWorm, you can hide in my hairs if you want.
ReplyDeleteworm, you can't hide from me. i know you are there. i will drown you in douche. then you will pay.
ReplyDeletei am gassing you worm...it is time to make peace with your maker.
ReplyDeleteMy mouth is the right shape to swallow you whole.
ReplyDeleteA soft wind just blew across my check and lightly tickled the hairs of my neck and ear greatly intensifying the intoxication from Jack and Cocaine.
ReplyDeleteCheek, not check.
ReplyDeleteI am wasted.
A hairy check just flew across my desk...
ReplyDeleteDeeeeeeeeeeeelicious nuggets.
ReplyDeleteA hairy Czech just blew me.
ReplyDeleteTeabagging.
ReplyDeletewow. Where's the party?
ReplyDeleteThere is sadness in this devolution, this petty raunchy talk of sirs and teabagging. Boredom ensues. Mountain Man, your exhibition is wonderful, as I am sure you are. I have heard much of you but seen little. You are a welcome mystery in my daily existense and I wish to surround myself with peoples of such intrigue and capacity. A curtsey in your direction, I bow to you.
ReplyDelete"the raunchys do not devalue the paintings, anonymous. this is the natural order of the blog." - - mimed by sammynohands
ReplyDeleteHi PD! Hearts back to you. Controversy comes into the blog. Sammy No Hands is still miming. The raunch and sirs commingle, it is the way.
ReplyDeleteAnonymous, I would like to be drunk on Jack and high on coke. I am SOOOOOOOOOOOO jealous. I am dry as toast and sitting with water and foolish thoughts. Hi water.
will you bless me? i want to be holy. i want to make dew.
ReplyDeleteThe painting is slow as rots, like mold and algae. How are your paws, Ham?
ReplyDeletePink is the best color for paws. My hair is turning into handlebars again. Growing tassles.
ReplyDeleteI carry a mess of squirrel tails for good luck. They still have blood on them and a little stump from the above-bum area from whence I ripped them. I violent.
ReplyDeleteWho's next?
ReplyDeleteHey Hairy Czech, who's next for what?
ReplyDeleteI am stuffing it with grains and milks, against the wisdom of my Mesmerizer, St. Stuart. He tells me not to, but I do it anyway.
ReplyDeletemilky whey products and cheese curds.
ReplyDeleteBlow jobs, silly.
ReplyDeleteI am ready for the entrance of the giant mouth. This mouth unifies nature and culture. It is breathy, sweet-smelling. Commence the consumptive sucking at once.
ReplyDeleteThe great mouth is opened with yearing for the plenty. It requests limbs.
ReplyDeleteI have seven limbs for you Kool. Wanna eat them with sauces or plain?
ReplyDeleteI cannot help it! I am a twirp. I am fuzzed out and self-centered. I don't see anyone but myself, yet I know I am minor.
ReplyDeleteI am sorry, Twirp, that sounds like a miserable existence. Do you expect others to care for you?
ReplyDeletespicy shrimp sauce, okay. I have a large swollen glands from a herpe on my lip. IS that okay?
ReplyDeleteTwirp, reaching out to others is the first step. You are doing your best and this is a proactive approach. Speak out and others will show you the way to fulfillment.
ReplyDeleteHerpes are only ok if you keep them to yourself. Twirp needs more serious help than just reaching out. Twirp should end it. That is my professional opinion.
ReplyDeleteI love scrolling down this group of pictures! They look great together.
ReplyDeleteMy herpes are frost bitten. That should keep the close by.
ReplyDeleteHairy Czech, I call into your cavernous mouth, "Call, Call."
ReplyDeleteNobody knows I am here. I am the stain of indiscretion, inhuman and free. A font of youth, as it were, a well sprung Spring, cascade-like.
ReplyDeleteYou sound lovely.
ReplyDeleteYou sound like fun.
ReplyDeleteI wish my gums were numb. What should I do? Sand them?
ReplyDeleteNova Caine.
ReplyDeleteBenze Caine.
Co Caine.
I like pain.
ReplyDeleteuse a saw.
ReplyDeleteI like pain too. I like it in my goat leg
ReplyDeleteEternal pearlescent fluid leaking under the caverns of dank where they bake the loafs in the ovens. More more more scream the sad crippled minions. This is the way of future perfect.
ReplyDeleteurchin, do I know you?
ReplyDeleteGoblin, you may know me. I am beholden to the below bridge areas, are you familiar with them? I trade in foulness but still am somewhat positive. I do not enjoy games as much as Troll, but if you are into smoking candy cigarettes maybe we can hang.
ReplyDeleteIt is cleanup time in the monkey cage. Time to sweep up the poops and fur.
ReplyDeletefling the poops! pull the fur!
ReplyDeleteA blast of fire on monkeys, sirs and whiners. Mostly whiners. Beat them senseless with the fortresses they build around their feeble communitees. Sadness their only plight...
ReplyDeleteHi. Complaints are the road to nowhere.
ReplyDeleteThe chatroom aspect starts to take over. It is not clear whether you care about your posts or just the banter with your "friends." Are we supposed to just watch? Participation is difficult.
ReplyDeleteAnonymous, don't worry. Nobody is here to judge, unless you are unnecessarily mean. Just let it fly, honey!
ReplyDeletemm, excellent curatorarificationability. the collection is quite eclectrical outlet. and i liketed it to look at paintings too.
ReplyDeleteI am sorry.
ReplyDeleteI guess if you don't like it you dont' have to participate. If you want to, you should. Each person can say what they wants, it is a forum for the disaffected but is poetic in aspiration. You can change each thread with your own commenting. It happens organically. I read something recently about this blog on the internet that said it was mostly mini-chatroom and not much attention was paid to the postings. That is so hideously untrue...the comments do take on a life of their own, I like their strange chattiness, but I care deeply and think a lot about what to say in each posting. This may not always come through, I know. Anyway.
ReplyDeletehi MM. I like to break the rules. I didn't know there were rules about blogging. I will break them long time.
ReplyDeleteYour posts are a mountain lake and the comment threads are little streams trickling off.
mm, what did you read? I am curious. Also, I agree with Krix.
ReplyDeleteI googled artisticthoughts just for the hell of it and was directed to a comment thread on a blog from Arizona. The thread was discussing applaud-worthy blogs and someone anonymously suggested my blog. The writer of the blog responded by saying "I don't like it" because the focus is the comments and not the posts. I found it mildly insulting seeing as I put plenty of time (inordinate some might say) into the posts, the writing, the images, etc. It kind of reminds me of how you can spend months and months and years on artworks and someone can just walk by and dismiss it with a word. I do this often myself, in fact. I guess it is just something one needs to accept - putting your wares in public makes them subject to all kinds of reaction. Thickening the skin is part of the deal. Can't expect every fart to be worthwhile to everyone all the time. Right????
ReplyDeletethis idea of worth brings a lot of questions into my mind. I may have to post about it. You can comment about it or comment about yeti, whichever you prefer. Sometimes I prefer yeti and sno-cones.
ReplyDeleteYeti and sno cones. Right on. Substitutes for the real experience - non sequitur and metaphor is paramount. It's interesting to step back though and wonder what other people see when they peer in..it doesn't resemble what we see.
ReplyDeletekrix, i look forward to your post!
ReplyDeleteI agree it is interesting. A coworker here (daiel, who I sometimes write about) told me that he read my entire blog the other day. It made me feel weird for a bit, someone looking in like that. He says he gets confused with all the characters posting? But I think our little language here is rockin' and an organic, compelling experiment in some form of communication, essay, poetry, trash talk, support group, something something.
ReplyDeleteI totally agree FB!
ReplyDeletei like it very much.
ReplyDelete