Yet more unearthed creations from the mind of Albert Beauparlant. In the artist’s typical fashion, this newly discovered work builds on previously witnessed themes. However, while most of his work was done in standard pencil, the majority of these pieces incorporate hastily applied strokes of color that oddly detract from the stark, yet intricate beauty [...]
The inherent sadness of estate sales, Lewis Carroll, and what kind of looks like Wilfred Brimely hovering inside of a disembodied vagina . . .
\"A bich caint do nothin for him . . .\"
Will’s not much of a people person. I’ve come to this conclusion after the latest in a series of menacing phone messages in which Will has implicated me as a key figure in a city-wide conspiracy to bury his burgeoning dog walking business by collaborating with the Department of Public Works and rival walking services [...]
The following Sunday, Charles (who’s always game for crazy) and I show up to Gordon’s pet store with photos of our cats jammed in a manila envelope. As promised, Gordon, the last hippie in the Haight, mans the register in loose tie-dye, his thin ponytail crawling over one shoulder like something expecting to be fed. [...]
Several days later another voice mail from Will is waiting on my machine. Clearly unhinged by my bout of self-sabotaging phone calls, he is making it clear that I’ve pressed too hard. “Listen man,” he cautions, “tell your lady friend to stop tearing down my signs all over the place, because that shit’s not cool!” [...]
A tiny drawing of a very big ship.
I don\'t know much about Mark Keller Barnes except for the fact that when he died, he left behind a portfolio of paintings that I really appreciate.
The saddest snapshot in the world. Unless you\'re a Yankie.
On the art and aesthetics of handwriting.