My flickr account is beginning to fill with relatively unfiltered, unedited images. How about that?
Per Rebecca's polite suggestion (just sayin...), we are accepting comments again. Please feel free to leave some, unless they are spam. In that case don't, interjerks.
I got a rejection email from the Lower East Side Printshop residency the other day & am a little bummed. Not just because I was rejected, which is not that fun, but because I don't have a letter to add to my rejection pile. I'm going to have to go buy a set of printer cartridges just so I can print it out.
That's not a picture of me up there, by the way. It's Fidel.
I was reminded the other day that there existed a time-lapse video showing members of the Whitney's art handling team, including yours truly, putting together a Bucky Fuller dome made of cardboard last summer. I look much wider on camera than I thought. Luckily, my butt crack is not depicted in any of the frames caught on film (card, I guess).
If you play your cards right, soon you'll be able to see a time-lapse video of us putting together a Jenny Holzer piece for the show that opens tomorrow. I cannot make a non-butt crack appearance guarantee. I'm sorry.
I accidentally a whole Canon G10. Not sure what's up with the white balance or my Photoshop skills, though.
These covers left me unable to express anything meaningful in a verbal sense. Instead I offer this emphatic, preverbal "whooooo". I found these at the excellent music weblog experimental etc. but I have not listened to the music they contain.
