Going around in circles

An experiment!

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Richard F. Brush Art Gallery blog

Thanks to Amy Hauber for creating our new SLU blog!

Aw, Friends with You at Pictoplasma NYC 2008

Coincidence, Part II

Muffler

Shoe

Coincidence?

Yesterday, I had to fix the clasp of my left clog with a white hair tie.  A couple of hours later, I had to wire my muffler back up to the underside of my car with a white clothes hanger.

A month after 9/11, my friend Nat and I went to NYC to see what it was like down there.  We took a cab from Grammercy Park to the upper west side to see an old friend of SLU’s and spent an hour with her.  On the way up, we passed the NBC station with a headline about an outbreak of anthrax.  Then Nat and I had lunch at that cute little cafe featured in the movie, “You’ve Got Mail.”  After two+ hours, Nat and I took a cab to go back downtown, and it was the same cab we took uptown.  Same Pakistani driver.

Bansky in USA

Some new work in New Orleans:

OBEY

My first OBEY mosaic.  Grouting tonight.

No sticker action this week

Kitty is up to her ears getting ready for school!

Sticker artists are so BAD!

This week, I’ve been following a few threads on a Flickr site called Graffiti Street Art – Sticker Traders. Lately, some of the contributors have been trying to out-bad one another with this gendered and faux gangsta stuff:

We Throw Parties, You Throw Knives © says: Slowly bite the curb so I can hear the enamel start to scrape on the bumped pavement, then I’ll bring my foot over your head and stomp with all my weight, as I hear your teeth shatter you hold your mouth and look up at my scared for your life, Then I’m going to fill the air with these gasoline fumes exiting the rusted chainsaw, It FINALLY fires up and you hear the fast moving blade, and I’m going to enter it into you slowly. Rip out your insides then feed them to birds. ^ now THAT’S bad hahhahaaha Posted 4 hours ago. ( permalink ) THE ALMOST COOL KID! says: im going to tie you to a light post… rip out pieces of your hair one by one as you scream in agony… im going to get a nail filer and slowly scrape it across your eyeball…and when im done with that im going to sew your eyes shut..then get a weed wacker and let it run across your chest..you wont be able to hear your own screams because the engine will be to loud..then im going to get pliers and peel your toe nails back one by one… and last but certainly not least…im going to fill your mouth with mayo and get an ice pick and chizzle away on your teeth, sooner or later the blood will mix with the mayo creating a nice topping for the sand wich im going to make which will include your fingernails that i will cut off with scissors..skin and all….and the bread will be substituted by the skin i peel off your bare back with a cheese grader ^ NOW THATS BAD