a good tree

New Hampshire Driveby

Cigarette Butts

I noticed an enormous amount of Cigarette Butts outside one of the dining halls on campus. It struck me as a site of specialized trash, which could be transformed into some sort of participatory public art project. If i can create some sort of receptacle which invites people to trash their butts in such a way that something beautiful is created, that would be good.

Day 1

I fly through the night and i am next to a woman, and on the plane she is a stranger, and i kiss her mouth, i really do. and we touch hands, and she leans into me, and we touch heads. She draws and writes lyrics for me on my paper when i am asleep. and i like her, and i like that love, and any moment could be. and it's not necessary to ever say goodbye or see her again, and she doesn't and i don't.

I land on the ground outside of boston. i am picked up and in a car, and we drive through under the sun. And we stop, and we are at a dinner, and then they, tell me funny things. They tell me about this place, and we eat omelets. And there is chemical american cheese on top, and i hate it, but they say it's good. and they eat it, and they like it. and i dont eat ham so usually.

and when i get onto campus there is a disappointment and it hurts. but only a little. and i walk around and think. and i think that this is not necessarily what i was thinking it would be. this is not my home or place. this is not where i was supposed to end up. this is more of the same, but worse.
and i wonder how i will engage, or be engaged. and i wonder what sort of people i will fuck, and be fucked by. and i want to touch myself because i have not had that physical shit for days.
and i know i am dirty, and its good, because i can go back to my dirty dirty living space, and i can lay down and surround myself with those cultish dead bastards pasted by someone else, on what are now my walls.
And here i am, curled up and breathing this bone-dry air, in the cold of an empty dorm, and i am trying to close my eyes.

that one was left behind

Living Spaces

The project: photograph/scan/create maps or representations of living spaces, comparative studies on shapes/organization.

For Sale

It might be worth doing a photo exploration of "things for sale".... I got this idea in a tropical fish store when looking at a display of coral for sale.

drawing

hadn't done any drawings for a while, this is what came out of me this weekend with markers etc...

Seen in Vegas

on the side of a shuttle.

Scooter Bastards

At Balboa park this past weekend I was dismayed to see a group of four scooters with mini trailers en-tow each showcasing the same Beer Ad. These are moving billboards, subjecting us not only to more obtrusive advertising in public places, but also increasing traffic and pollution.
If you see these guys riding around, be sure to give them the finger.
of course they are wearing masks though, to hide their shame...

new combines

Parking Lot Patterns

Looking at Las Vegas from overhead, it became clear that parking lots may actually have something good to offer.

heres looking at you

a t-shirt update.

Dartmouth

I'll be going to Dartmouth College on an exchange program for the spring. This is part of my housing application:

Freeway Driveby

Land

The mountain has been cut away to build a costco. I ask, is this correct?
such a feat of comes not without a cost.

Body

This is a combination of four photos, one from each side of the belly. I spliced them together as if the skin had been incised down the middle of the back and stretched flat. I want to do this soon with an entire body. sure to be good.

Mounds

ARMY

There were army recruiters on campus last week. They had a huge semi-truck trailer thing you could go inside. Inside were Virtual reality simulators, one of which allowed you to strap into a full-body harness, don a head-mounted display, and try to parachute onto a aircraft carrier. Another was a two person simulation in which you climb into a hummer and one person shoots while the other drives. I found this sort of wild and disturbing, especially in the light of a recent talk I attended concerning the expressive power of video games.

This image is from one of the stations inside the ARMY trailer. It allowed you to make sample leaflets to be dropped by the thousands over "enemy" populations. The goal of the Psychological Operations Unit of the army is to create and spread propaganda to "peacefully" brainwash masses to do whatever is in our countries best interest. I'm sure that these "surrender now" messages are only the tip... who knows what other misinformation we feed to people.