Art

I find this strangely beautiful and haunting. It seems to conjure some long forgotten childhood memory that I can’t quite bring to the forefront of my conscious — a memory …

Charles Bukowski. He always was, and still is, THEE man. Seek him out. Know his work. Find him. He is THEE man. His words are spirit. His words are human. …

So, I’ve gotten an idea for a new art piece. It’s a performance piece of sorts. I’m a little torn about it though, as it would entail most likely pissing …

JUST SAY NO TO FAMILY VALUES, by John Giorno… reprinted here, only because John Giorno always was, and still very much is, one ultra-cool mother fucker! JUST SAY NO TO …

Does anyone remember this? Does anyone know what I’m talking about? If you’re around my age and are Canadian, then see if any of these memory fragments sparks your memory… …

It seems that there just isn’t any such thing as open dumps anymore! Of course, I’m talking about open garbage dumps… they don’t seem to exist anymore… anywhere! I suppose …

I think I still remember my first experience of true artistic inspiration. I was in grade four and attending McGregor Easson public school. I must have been around nine years …