rationally, one would think the dilemma would be finding a way to reconcile an artistic self (that yearns for constant self expression) with a practical self (that needs to provide material sustenance), but my brain doesn’t work in that capacity and the latter of those terms doesn’t exist as a priority, and will never oust the former or be able to coexist with it harmoniously .
RUBY at the opening of her father’s exhibit at MR. MUSIC HEAD last night.
ALAN ALDRIDGE is just the coolest.
memories of a fancy dinner in LONDON, mellow chats in PARK LA BREA, admiring the keepsakes and tools in his once studies, + that british swagger.
he makes pretty babies too.
click here for one shot from the show.
part won of the send-off.
i miss you already GARCIA.
© DAVID SHRIGLEY 2005, the book of shrigley
yesterday, at an outdoor café, ANA and i were in the throes of an animated exchange wherein sordid details were being relived like wounds re-opened .
seemingly out of nowhere and without warning, a man sitting at the table to our side (and who had gone unnoticed until this point) interjected his arm (and sidekick) into our conversation.
the screen read as follows:
BJ looks like a more homely SEBASTIAN TELLIER.
it’s so lovely when the things i read align magically with the things i watch .
and think and do.
“i’m a girl, but now i’m a boy too and i can do anything and anything and anything.”
“i’m with you, no matter what else you have in your head i’m with you and i love you.”
excerpts from HEMINGWAY’s the garden of eden