These were made in Chicago or Emeryville or Columbus or Oakland. Generally filling up the time I had before I went to work. Generally small and simple and underpowered by ideas. Largely made for no exact reason, surely with some hope that something might surprise (myself). Generally an expression in no particular direction. – t
I was making signs like this, and I still like them, because I know I was very disappointed, but I am not sure if it was Brian Wilson, or some other more tangible Brian. I know I meant it.
I was doing these ice cream pictures a bit, I remember specifically on a visit to Calif. eating a lot of ice cream on this project. Good idea.
There were a lot of variations on this curious george thing, but it started reminding me of someone else’s stuff (that Brian?) and I quit it.
A 2×3 inch reminder.
I did a few of these on tie dye shirts from the thrift store – the California dead head commandment to enjoy, a flag of sorts
I was trying to make really shit looking textures that I knew would hold lint and dust. And then smooth circles, as the subject.
Another time sign. These are labor, by the hour – It must have included time for spacing out, or I didn’t report my hours accurately.
The Guy – This meaning won’t fix for me, so i still like it.
Another 1990s time waster before going to work. That was my mom’s hair in 1974
I was trying to find the smallest scraps to make things on, with sharpie and such. Fastest, cheapest, worst.
I was doing a lot of these pictures in my last year at SAIC. I should have scars from it.
I am not even sure I made this. I definitely might have.
The hooray thing; something to do.
Good thrift store style item. I remember a His and Hers two car garage door in Indiana that always impressed me.
Francy and the fisherman, printed on the iris printer and artsy rag paper at the digital pond.
The Calvin Klein thing was pretty extensive and these are about the only 2 things I can look at from it and not feel sick. I would like to forget it all completely. My parents, me.
A woman had said I had an artist’s name, which really grossed me out.
Obviously trying to make this as gross as possible
A fan painting, and I think I made up their middle names but maybe not.
Always with the enjoy/enjoyment thing. Maybe it was Zizek, but I never got closer to it by writing it.
I threw out a full trashcan of cassettes. It was over.