Monday, June 29, 2009

Poverty sharpens the eye.

This series is a nod to Risa Mickenberg's Taxi Driver Wisdom. I'm playing with pen and ink for the first time in a long time, so in case you thought you could identify my style out of a line-up, this should keep you guessing. As for my sources, the majority of the quotes are from Merlin, a gifted, but slightly psychotic, homeless man who's sermons were held on the platform of the 53rd street V.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

What I was thinking in the last five seconds...

Is it me, or does electro-shock therapy seem really uncomfortable?

There is a squirrel crossing the power line in front of our house. You couldn't pay me enough zoo dollars to do that. Incidentally, I suspect that the squirrels in my neighborhood have organized. They are routinely jumping and scratching at my door, like Force 10 from Navarone, trying to absquatulate with my Indian Corn.

I'm sick to my stomach from eating the pictures in Gourmet magazine.

I can't wait to go off-roading in my Rascal scooter. I'm going to have it detailed with flames shooting out the back and "Big Foot" spraypainted on the side. I imagine it will be a real hit at Monster Truck shows. Me in my hiphuggers, cataract protectors, and little bell so people move the fuck out of my way.

I found a defective fork in my junk drawer. I feel like a defective fork. There's only room for one defective fork in my apartment. Great, now I have to move.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Pitti's Brasil

Xuxa de Itatiaia

We visited the home of an outsider artist in Brasil. She is the patient of a certain psychoanalyst friend of ours. She paints everything she owns... broomsticks, cigarettes, shoes, tree stumps. She gave us outfits to wear, and we climbed trees, and danced to music. Here is the link to a video interview.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Saudades do Brasil (Paintings by Dane, 2005-08)

More random things about Moi.

1) I aspire to be a Lieutenant in the Kiss Army.

2) I think it's weird that it's o.k. to walk your dog and carry around a bag of poop. It's not o.k. to just walk around with a bag of poop.

3) If I don't have my sketchbook handy, I scribble daily reminders on the palm of my hand. "Note to self: Plaid should not be worn in the wild."

4) I think it's brilliant that when my friend Colin saw his room-mates sashay around their apartment with towels on their heads, he referred to them as "The Love Taliban."

5) I have serious Levophobia. That Beyonce  song, "Everything he owns in a box to the left", scares the beejesus out of me.

6) I have fond memories of riding along in my sister's Gremlin and singing the soundtrack for Grease. "You better shape up, 'cause I need a man, and my heart is set on you."

7) When I first got my learner's permit, I saw the boy's track team running shirtless, and drove my Mom's station wagon over the curb.

8) A very gay Latino boy came up to me at Art School and showed me a drawing of men in compromising positions. "What do you think?" he asked. And I answered, "Well, the proportion of the guy blindfolded and tied to the tree are all wrong."