Barcelona Gallery Week, October 2019
some photos of Return of the Junker: JM2000 @ Bombon Projects
by Jordi Mitja and Josep Maynou, curated by Sira Piza
|MOUSE IN THE PALAU|
Castelló d'Empúries late September 2019
The Lights Are On But No One's Home
Kansas City, Missouri, USA
I am wetransferring you scans of my final selection of 40 watercolors for the show, partially based on the ones you chose, but with some additions.
Emily Dickenson wrote "forever is composed of moments".
These watercolors were all made between 2018 and 2019 in a window of time after moving to rural Europe, buying a house, sitting on my hands enveloped in bureaucracy, sitting on my hands waiting for a baby, watching politics unfold from a distance, running out of money, having a reunification with the wonderment of nature, remembering that even though I am a father I am also a child.
I wanted the selection to run the gamut between color and texture, subject matter and application, insider tricks, formal tweaks, high and low, between trepidation and delight, dry and wet, between introspection and brute execution. The selection is indicative of the way my logic free associates quickly between seemingly unrelated references, and inside of my making practice I very seldom restrict the process from this same fluid shifting and pivoting. I have never made a playlist that contains one single genre of music.
Maybe it doesnt matter, but for the sake of background info,
I make these things because I have no better to deal with the anxiety of wanting to be great at something, with a blue collared obsession to be productive, with the fools errand of progress, with the confusion of not being able to contribute to my family in any more pragmatic way, being born with a workers body and a poets heart, with the hope I will drag something back from the bottom of the water that will change me and us. I live inside my mind, inside future hypotheticals, inside perhaps childlike dreams, textures, smells. They are the dreams Ive organized my reality around and fight to protect at all costs, as ridiculous as it may be. Somehow there is a connection between making these paintings and the future, as if while making them Im time traveling. They are sketches for the future. I have always felt this way about my work.
I wanted to name the show after some term my dad would say. I have been thinking about my dad alot, now that Im a dad. Simply put.
I thought of couldnt throw his way out of a paper bag and couldnt hit the broad side of a barn.
Baseball terms. Having the show in Kansas City makes me think about Baseball above all else.
In retrospect, I dont know how I feel about those, though.
I also thought the lights are on but no ones home *at the moment I prefer this one* and treading water.
The truth is Ive never cared about the titles of works or shows, its not interesting to me. Titles seem like marketing, nothing more. If you guys have any input on this, that would help me alot.
Ive also been sleeping like shit and everything is fragmented and Im running on autopilot, I cant think, I cant make, everything is fuzzy. Thus, the lights are on but no ones home*POSTSCRIPT: a double entendre that also refers to our country having hit an iceberg.*
Making the work was about one thing, and happened in one moment and on one wavelength, but conceiving and executing the show is another thing altogether, in another moment, wavelength. I am feeling apathetic, or rather, too fatigued to be enthusiastic, and I want to utilize that enthusiasm as part of the framework of the show. Lets try to solidify a logic to follow, based on which the two of you can feel comfortable make executive decisions, althewhile keeping the shows logic in mind. Like how Judges use Law.
Wes, Ive already mentioned to you that Id like one watercolor placed in the mathematical center of every wall in the house, if possible. If that includes the shower wall, it includes the shower wall. If that means overlapping furniture or decorations, so be it. The attic, the basement, et all. If there are moments where too much work is hung in a particular room, or the center of the wall doesnt make sense, you are welcome to edit this formula. I do not, however, have any justification for this decision. I just think it will look clean, offset with the context of an actively lived in house. Another thought I had was hanging the paintings at the 5/8 to 3/8 ratio of height and width on each wall, each piece following the golden ration. Again, why?
Any suggestions here?
Im sending alot of kinds of images, some might work better in some rooms for some particular reason than others. Some might work in low light, on white walls, next to or across from other pieces, et cetera. These are the kinds of relationships and decisions that I charge to the expertise and responsibility of the two of you.
Shows and shows and shows come and go and we take photos and send them to blogs and put them on our websites and then the shows are over and the only remnants of anything are a harddrive full of digital information thatll one day be corrupted and the bonds we make with people in this shared ritual. I dont want to respect images or social media or websites anymore, as I once did.
I want to preserve how this moment in my life felt, an exhibition is the best way Ive ever found to do that.
I am excited for you, Wes and Jeff, to hold these paintings in your hands, to get excited about them. Everything else is a cherry on top.
all photos taken with this camera by Wes Landis, seen above selfieing
I find these photos and their framing to be really beautiful and confusing.
The paintings would be naked without all the information that surrounds them, like a shaved cat.
In some cases I wish it was all a white cube, but lifes not like that.
There are too many things hung on other things.
In same cases I wish the paintings had their own space, like the blue swirly abstract one with Peter from The Family Guy hung over the Tyvek bag. Surprises are important in life, even if they are disappointing and/or not what we expect. We have to protect the potential to be surprised at all costs.
its a weird show.
Doors are open, like ghosts are walking around.
I love that in these images Im not sure what I should be looking at.
My brain is not working at the moment and the show doesnt either in the same way in a way the makes the show a round and full expression of my current listlessness. Its honest.
September 21st, 2019
Laia Estruch at Fundacio Miro
La Tartana at Can Puig Massanet, Vilafant
El mejor grafitero de Figueres
Boys and Girls Club Southeast Portland, Oregon, USA, 1995.
Its an amazing dream come true to have finally designed an album cover for NAAFI!
WRACK'S EP Despertar is out today!
Despertar 醒 #OUTNOW #NAAFI (link here: https://naafi.bandcamp.com/album/wrack-despertar)
Despertar 醒 #OUTNOW #NAAFI (link here: https://naafi.bandcamp.com/album/wrack-despertar)
01. Despertar 醒
02. Tres Mil 界
03. Espada 刀
04. Danza Fantasma 霊
05. Quema 燃
06. Fiesta Del Diablo 魔
Arte: @andrewbirk —Por Donde Da Gana
From #Ebullición at @kunstraumamschauplatz
EBULLICIÓN, KUNSTRAUM AM SCHAUPLATZ, VIENNA, AUSTRIA
UNSUPPORTED MESSAGE FORMAT, GALERIE VALERIA CETRARO, PARIS, FRANCE
SWAMP HORSES, SPIRIT VESSEL, ESPINAVESSA, SPAIN
JELATO FOR ALL, JELATO LOVE, MALLORCA, SPAIN
Summers almost over
Castelló d'Empúries, August 2019
Summertime b-sides 2019
CAPITAN MI CAPITAN!!!
YO BJORN! :^P
July 3rd, 2019,11:49pm, Kaja Birk Pizá enters the world
34 years old
<3 Rothkowitz <3
Jelato For All, Jelato Love
Beautiful Palma de Mallorca,Spain
Sira and I's last vacation before our daughter is born!!!
End of May 2019
Shoutouts Ché and Javi! and thanks Veronica for the great flat <3
100 Sculptures, Anonymous Gallery & Todd von Ammon, Paris, 2019
Two weeks ago I went into the middle of a forest near my house in Espinavessa, Spain and recorded the sound of birds singing in the evening sunlight.
Once the forest fell completely dark and silent, I stopped the recording.
The next day I shipped the digital recorder to Paris where it was displayed in the second rendition of 100 Sculptures, an exhibition organized by @anonymousgallery and @vonammon .
It is hard to document sound work in photographs.
So here’s the SoundCloud link for your listening pleasure:
Thanks to Joseph and Todd for creating the parameters that forced this solution.
Thanks to Joseph and Todd for creating the parameters that forced this solution.
An adult trying not to be scared in a dark forest
9 to 5, KIRSUBERJATRÉÐ, Reykjavík, 2019
I went on a long walk into the forest outside of Espinavessa, Spain, while they tracked me on a cellphone in a gallery in Rekjjavik, Iceland. I am still working out how to make walking, hiking, (doing) a possibility in terms of art "production" and how best to present it in an ephemeral way. They say if you have lemons make lemonade-- we have cell phones and our legs and that seems about enough.
Is what we see our art? Is what we do our art? Is how we live our art? Or is it just what we "make"?
Im not sure.
In the space of about an hour, I saw a beautiful rainbow, got caught in a heavy deluge, recorded birds and cows, sat next to a humongous pine tree, was genuinely surprised/scared by a hunter emerging from an olive grove, and got lost in the waning light of the evening.
I found my way.
I dont know what art is, but I think and hope that walking in the woods and being moved, count.
Thank you so much to Hugo Llanes for the invitation
#LELUCKY, HVW8, Berlin
Muchos besos to Josep Maynou
the first person to invite me to participate since moving permanently to Europe
<3 <3 <3
things embedded with spirit
another gr8 painting by Victor Jaenada
March 29, 2019
Our bank loan is accepted.
We are buying a house.
Im working on curating my first show in our new space.
In July, Sira will give birth to our daughter
March 14th, 2019
^Victor Jaenada painting^
February 19th, 2019.
Not having a studio is starting to affect my balance
February 3rd, 2019 - Aiguamolls de l'Empordà
Post-Christmas road-trip to Bilbao, San Juan de Gaztelugatxe, San Sebastian, Hondarribia.
<3 Peace and love <3
Andrew Birk, Every Ending is a New Beginning
Galería Karen Huber, Ciudad de México
In a postcard, the sunset pours impossible colors onto the ocean and the land. With the small piece of printed paper in his hands, the new romantic subject imagines himself alone and shrunk before the wonder of nature, staring into the distance, beholding speechless and breathless.
The sunset is the image of a promise, an expectation, the dream of a future; the breaking day brings brand new possibilities wrapped in the veil of dawn. We imagine the new day as the Paradise that the postcard was trying to sell: cutting off everything that falls outside of the vision field, it turns into an idyllic framed image.
When we think about what our desires will be like, we take things that we already know and organize them in new compositions that excite us and soothe us, against the background of unknown fate. Every time we draw onto nothingness we move forward. With every trace, new branches are born. Every void is a canvas and every line can be a horizon.
Andrew Birk presents a series of large-scale paintings for his first exhibition at Karen Huber Gallery in Mexico City. Going back to one of the most rejected materials in contemporary art, reserved for amateurs, Birk uses watercolor in large format to paint enormous bodies of water and air. These two elements, of ever-changing appearance and total dependence on the light projected on them, are shown in Birk’s work in the whole spectrum of their possibilities. Embracing the corny quality associated with both the material and the image of the postcard, the artist shows a candid optimism before great life changes, the end of a cycle and a new start. After all, bound by the spectator, dusk and dawn are only two specific points of one same circle.
Heres a photo from my current show at Karen Huber, Mexico City
Thanksgiving in Rome
Here in the corner where you can see the best Caravaggio
I spent the majority of time I was in Rome trying to take a picture of how it felt to be there
Fabian Herkenhoerner at T293
First time I ever saw a Merlin Carpenter IRL <3 <3 <3 @ Emanuel Layr
Adam Stamp at Indipendenza
It is a super interesting feeling to have your work 1:1 copied by another artist.
Check out Jon's work on Insta: @jml.wav
Xochimilcowboy from 2015 at Johannes Vogt Gallery NYC
Today I entered an old house overrun with chickens. On the second floor there was a makeshift bar where the neighborhood kids would come "do drugs". These flags are priceless.
November 14th, 2018
A fuckload of watercolors
OCTOBER IS ALMOST OVER
I HAVE A SHOW AT KAREN HUBER GALLERY IN MEXICO CITY NEXT MONTH
OKAY HERE ARE SOME PICTURES FROM FRANCE - OCTOBER 2018
saw this Jesse Dunahoo piece in Atlanta Contemporary booth at Paris International fucking amazing deaf artist losing his eyesight sewing grocery bags into wall hanging "quilts".
Olafur Eliasson gets it
love these Tobias Spichtig paintings man hes so good http://www.tobias-spichtig.com/
<3 LA COSTA BRAVA <3
THANK YOU VIENNA I HAD A BEAUTIFUL TIME!!!
Following a nun through the painting gallery
I love Sira's face when shes looking at art
Nobody puts Louise Lawler's corner in a corner
Mexico inside an aquarium
Beautiful show by Anthea Hamilton at Secession (LOOK AT THE TITLES arrrgghhhh <3 <3 <3)
The last paintings of Monet
Gonna get this pierced onto my ear #Shakespeare
Hermann Nitsch inside of random restaurant
A Finger Pointing at the Moon is an eye trying so hard to find what it’s supposed to see, that it can’t see far or wide enough, blinded by its own focus. The purpose of the Finger is it’s potential to aid awareness, to behold the world it exists in.
Like a current of water and a whirlwind, self-generating a circular force, Andrew Birk describes an inward trajectory only achieved by watching the immense and slow movement of matter around him. In this cycle, the body is an instantaneous presence. As an iconic representation or a fast imprint, it appears as a moving thing, unfixed and alive. Dirt, spray, ink, enamel and water are leveled to converge the organic and immaterial, synthetic and artificial, in one all-encompassing sweep. Going back to the very stripped down essentials of painting, Birk presents a body of work made of simultaneous paths of action, a picture of a panoramic present.
Summer 2018. Made it to Tenerife. Spirals, Lizards, Holes, Horizons.
Saying goodbye to Mexico xINRIx 2011-2018
PREVIEW FOR SORT Vienna, September 2018:
May 22nd, 2018
Its raining hard outside so Im using this time to write a press release for a show I can envision in a space I can predict in a city and a country I cant predict or envision. Ive written down some words, titles, ideas. Some things stick out more than other things; they italicize.
A delivery guy is stuck in my studio waiting for the monsoon to die down. A collector is trying to haggle on WhatsApp. I am leaving Mexico in just over a month and everyone is coming out of the fucking woodwork.
About leaving: I cried like a baby two weekends ago with Rodrigo, one of my best friends. Obnoxious baby tears, in an AirBnB’d house in Valle de Bravo covered in vines and modeled after Tuscany. I cut my teeth in that town. I saw things that I want to model my life after. We waded through a 12 inch swimming pool thinking of surreal business ideas. I want to tell jokes with Rodrigo when we are old men.
Myles Starr has been a friend of mine for many, many years. I have met his mom and dad and sister and aunts and uncles. We have survived next to eachother. I suppose thats why Ive been invited to exhibit in his space. He follows my progress with a level of intimacy that keeps him clinging on when most people get bucked off or change the channel. Its hard not to be fascinated by people when you know how to really look at them.
I dont know too much about Austria other than Mozart and Altaussee. I used to listen to cassette tapes about Mozart’s life when I was a small boy having temper tantrums in a grey Plymouth Voyager driving through Oregon. I imagined his taped, bleeding fingers pouring over the ivories under candlelight.
In art you really have to decide how to present yourself.
Somehow, the work you make matters, it absolutely matters, but, somehow, what you say about it matters more.
Or how you say it? How you live it.
The rain died down and the sky turned yellow.
I’ve grown into a man and a real artist in this place. Or, have learned how to manifest something I was always or was always going to be.
Somehow Ive also found peace.
I made these paintings to show me and you that peace.
Not how smart or weird or different or great or normal or human I am. Well, all of those things too, but you cant build Rome in a day.
Over the years Ive told a handful of people that my work is about being alive. I see their eyes roll. I dont think theres a more simple explanation that better encapsulates any of this. I dont think theres a more complicated one either.
I am scared about the world.
This summer I am going to a small island next to the west coast of Africa to buy land and eventually build a house. I want my children to be able to learn to ride bikes and explore the outdoors.
My girlfriend says that we cant do anything else than what we do.
Here are four paintings about being alive that are jammed into a room that only fits three.
They are the best thing I can make.
Going away party
Jacob Wick is the new owner of "Fly", 2018^^^
my friends house vvv
Combine all National Anthems
Front side, front wave Zeitgeist
Im such a sensitive little fuck
May 29th, 2018
Mexico: Pintura ReActiva @ Museo de Arte Carrillo Gil
Pictures are up from DWELLING POETICALLY: Mexico City, A Case Study @ ACCA MELBOURNEInstallation view, Dwelling Poetically: Mexico City, a case study, Australian Centre for Contemporary Art, Melbourne, 2017–18
Photographer: Andrew Curtis
An old friend just sent me this:
May - photographing everything in the studio and preparing for Europe!
Revisiting a body of work that I started in 2009
in the wilderness at all times
Went to Managua, Nicaragua to participate in an exhibition called Una Manta de Sudor (a blanket of sweat) at a space called Macula Malagana. Its an artist run project space thats existed since the 80s. The only of its kind in the whole country. Met amazing, amazing people. Made some trolls.
Will return for the next Biennial of Nicaragua (fingers crossed)
el paisaje desde el patio de la casa del Caballero
Thank you Leah 4 the invite and Malagana Macula 4 hosting us <3 <3 <3
THE BEST (ONLY GOOD) PART ABOUT THE FAIRS IS FRIENDS VISITING FOR THE FAIRS
The architecture of Material was amazing. Congrats yall
TONS OF FUN IN XOCHIMILCO
didnt go to zona maco this year INRI
also didnt vote for Trump ∞INRI∞
Allan Villavicencio, Myself, and Matias Solar opened a space dedicated to painting called FUEGO.
Here are some shots of the brand, the exhibition, the opening, and the construction.
For the three people reading this ;), you can follow the space on instagram @fuegocdmx
Everyone usually looks crazy in opening pictures.
Thats bc were drunk and the lights are too bright.
Luego the line for the bathroom :/
Fotos x Cat Donohue
working out nu stuff in nu space
My very good friend Myles Starr sent me this.
He wrote it for class about when we first met.
The feeling is mutual.
December 2017, Norway
Regañando curated by Dorothee Dupuis, Squash Editions, Mexico City
VVV http://www.ojwwep.com/portfolio/oj-presents-paradise-mars-group-show/ VVV
I am the body of a human
Malta Contemporary Art
September 21st, 2017
Watercoloring at Għajn Tuffieħa
The best picture I took in Valletta
The car-bombing of Daphne Caruana Galizia
The independence of Catalunya
Me and Julian and Fela and lightning and thunder
Catskills, New York
Six years ago I was living and working in Brooklyn and taking baths out of a Home Depot bucket. I would heat up water in my coffee maker and scrub myself clean with an old t-shirt. I boiled pasta in that same coffee maker, and the water I used to wash my clothes, too. This experience taught me about fortitude.
I've been living in Mexico since then, cooking on a stovetop and showering properly.
Six years ago I moved to a place that I’d never before stepped foot in.
Six years ago I took a huge risk.
Six years ago twelve pesos traded for one dollar, cigarettes were thirty-eight or thirty-nine pesos and you could smoke them inside of the shopping mall that I frequented.
Six years ago I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and wearing hand-me-downs from friends in New York. Today I have white hairs in my beard and grey hairs on my head and I wear hand-me-downs from my friends in Mexico.
Six years ago I was painting like my life depended on it. Because it did.
Today my life still depends on painting, financially of course, but so much more, and so much deeper. Art is now the whole part of me, it is inside of my DNA.
I couldnt believe it when I saw all the fire extinguishers in the Museo de Antropologea, right next to gorgeous, priceless objects made by humans long gone. I couldnt believe all the perfectly sanded-down cars, the speakers blasting out of the pharmacies, the peeling walls. The hugs, the kisses, the food, the customs.
Six years ago I came to Tlalpan and started a new chapter.
In the last six years I have shown my art almost one hundred times, in fifteen countries, maybe more. I dont know what the next six years will bring, but Ill be damned if its not going to be the most fun Ive ever had.
In the last six years Ive constantly seen and learned about things that I never could have imagined, found myself confused, shocked, amazed, hearing new languages in new places with new friends and family. Ive fallen off the horse over and over and gotten back up every time. The ups and downs have never stopped, neither has the growth, nor the investigation. I am more passionate about life than ever. My paintings have gotten better and better and have become more a part of me and I have become one-thousand percent more a part of them.
This coming Friday, the 22nd, I will show some new watercolors at Regañando (Squash editions) alongside the company of a very solid group of artists. After that Im off to Malta (by way of Berlin), where Ill show a new body of works at MALTA CONTEMPORARY ART that Ive been silently working on for one year. I dont know where my path leads, but I will continue to take steps forward, with fortitude, exactly as my legs and my heart and my soul ask of me.
Thank you to everyone who has been part of my story. Friends, enemies, lovers, haters, teachers, and students. Your words and thoughts and kindness and help and inspiration have meant and continue to mean the world to me. I am proud to be living at the same time as you.
Laying on a beach chair at a decadent, collapsing hotel blasting Pitbull too loud, screaming across the patio to your child, the sweet cherry chemical of your e-sig drifting out to sea. The sun sets. You were alive in the 2000s and I was alive to see you.
I bought some fancy Italian flip flops. A waiter at the beach proposed a threesome scenario on two different occasions.
If Americans donated all the money they wasted on their stupid eclipse glasses, they could change even the most dire of situations. But they wont. Its like when people in the arts with every possible privilege in the world destroy themselves with their own egos
There are so many reasons for hope
We dont have much time
David Bowie said that the Internet is an alien life form
I am listening to Guns N Roses
I slept outside because I was slighted that you would invite me to the middle of nowhere and not provide hospice
foto x Joseph Henrikson
I had a dream about buying this bucket hat @Teotihuacan. So I did. If I had more dreams, I would do more things.
32nd birthday. June 2017. Jiutepec, Mexico
photo credit Adam Stamp <3
MAY 23RD 2017, TWO RECENT SHOWS
"LIFE SHROUD" AT BURBUJA, GROUP SHOW @ FRIENDS' STUDIO 2017
^^^^STRIP DOWN AND BREATHE @ LADRON GALERIA, MEXICO CITY, 2017
<3 AMOR <3
|sleeping outside as much as possible|
|On New Years a dog taught me how to meditate also my friend Diego got stabbed with a broken bottle|
|foto x Alana Burns|
|Me in studio February 2016|
Adrien Missika sent me this
|WALKING IS THE BEST ART|
Hello. This is my website.
Its a .blogspot because its free and I can update it as I wish. Sometimes function beats form.
I tried to make an explanation for my website but too many god damn explanations everywhere. It makes sense to me
steve u rool
I REALIZED THE OTHER DAY THAT MY GOAL IS TO BE A SAINT
AIM FOR THE STARS AND YOU WILL MISS AND HIT THE MOON
ART HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH HOW WE LIVE
OR HOW WE WANT TO LIVE
A MUDSLIDE IN MY DRIVEWAY TO MAKE PAINTINGS WITH
Art is traveling through the world gathering up magic power from experiences and shooting it at a singular empty point in time to make a new experience thats both totally manufactured and perfectly organic
IF NO OBJECT IS NECESSARY FOR THE TRANSMISSION OF EXPERIENCES THATS MAYBE EVEN BETTER
HERE I USED A WATER BOTTLE TO DRINK OUT OF THE MACKENZIE RIVER OUTSIDE OF EUGENE OREGON
Something is happening where the past doesnt matter and plans dont matter. There will always be the past and there will always be plans, but we have to move forward and keep exploring. I am so thankful that art allows me to approach life in the way that it does.
|I just got an industrial sewing machine|
|Also Im doing alot of whittling with a swiss army knife|
|A picture of the artist hoping to appear attractive|
hey so more and more just doing fun things in your life is the best art. i am sure of it.
art is not really all that impactful at the end of the day homeboy with $700mil’s work is still boring and will not affect my life whatsoever other than the 5minutes I spent last night making a meme about how hes lamer than Thom Kinkade. but meeting that old man from the Bolshoi ballet or that other old man who saved priceless art from the Nazis during ww2 or doing backflips in stunt planes or getting your foot run over by your drunk friend or riding a donkey down to the bottom of the grand canyon or taking some big risk that doesnt pan out or reading some incredibly mean thing about you that someone wrote or failing out of school or throwing a tv off of a bridge or riding your bike through a tall grass field or licking a sculpture or having skype sex or driving backwards past a line of cops in riot gear screaming at the top of your lungs all these things are good art and give us a reason to rethink what we are doing while we are here and put the gloriousness of it all into soothing perspective so yes
i am trying to reconcile with the idea of making objects. just making objects that follow a canon that let you know that I am competent enough to build a brand and sustain it. act the part. mack the part. Then you will give me money for my objects because we are both freaks. if people want to make money well rock and roll but that doesnt validate shit
My website and work and clothes and sleep schedule and interests and diet and love life are all equally, perfectly, all over the place, tightly radiating from me, and I have zero shame or guilt or worries or fear about this. What I do is done either with conviction or not at all.
My "brand" is secure because I say it is. Its that simple. I am going to keep making art at an elite level for the rest of my life because I choose to.
you will die so I hope that activity you are obsessively engaged in is the most fun you can have.
my mom wants me to figure out a middle ground so that I can have money to eat and buy polo shirts. pretty sure I will probably get kicked out of the house im living in. I am not tame or polished or punctuated because having a 36th chamber command of art allows me to take advantage of every systemic loophole that i find. Something about seeing waves crest.
every single experience I have makes me a better artist.
selling, not selling, fucking, not fucking, crying, not crying, thinking, not thinking. I am not just acting like a dick because Im a spoiled punk. A curator came to a show of mine once and essentially asserted that I am immature and acting out of shock value. Life is too grandiose and horrifying to waste time trying to shock people with whacky objects. A really important part of culture which commerce likes to sweep under the rug is making what you want to see but that you havent seen. That extends so far past art objects, into behavior, language, presentation, the way we treat eachother. Etc etc etc. Look at this website carefully. Im sorry for asking so much of you, but I think its important that you take art seriously. I want you to get the most out of your life. I demand this of myself as well.
|CALLEJERO closing party w Mexican Jihad in foreground|
|My moms garden|
|Rancho Chipicas en Valle de Bravo|
******************A PROTOTYPE FOR AN EXPERIENCE******************
|If we are not having fun we are squandering a miraculous opportunity|
|Ian Swanson holds a book that I wrote|
ID LIKE TO THANK KAYLA FANELLI FOR PUSHING ME TO PUBLISH MY FIRST BOOK
CULTURED YOUNG MAN MAKING CULTURED THINGS FR CULTURE
SOME STUFF ID LIKE TO DO IN THE FUTURE
IN 2015 I GOT DEPORTED FROM MEXICO. THIS IS ME HAVING MADE IT BACK. DEEP RELIEF
|I did ballet as a child which in retrospect was probably my introduction to "High Culture"|
B4 I FOUND THE RABBIT HOLE
MY STEP DAD AND MY DEAR FRIEND SOL LOOKING FOR WEIRD SHIT IN OREGON
|Will art ever be as impactful as putting ones feet in the ocean? Is putting ones feet in the ocean art?|
|I used to only walk with an objective and now I walk for the sake of walking and something about this is art. I should figure out what|
|casa de toño duh|
SOME STUFF ID LIKE TO DO IN THE FUTURE
|looking 4 use of institutional bathrooms 4 a serious piece|
|Im getting older. I found some white hairs in my beard. I made work about it.|
I dream of having a world renowned hat collection
We stole turtles from horrible conditions and released them in a lake in Jiutepec
HUMANS IN OREGON ^
MORE HUMANS IN OREGON
|EVENTUALLY MY WORK IS GOING TO BE ABOUT THE ACT OF WALKING THROUGH FORESTS|
IT IS WORTH NOTING THAT THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN ME AND THE SPACE THAT I AM IN = ART
I wonder if art lays simply in decision making
|In my experience this is very very typical. Why is sound such a slept on medium?|
shot by Eduardo Maceda
My work @ Ryan's house in very good company
|foto por Hernan Cortes|
|I find this foto to b particularly beautiful|
|I like this picture because it illustrates the difference between hypothetical and reality|
|amigis en Cuernavaca|
amigis en Valle de Bravo
|one time some1 in guadalajara turned 1 of my fb statuses into a hotdog box ok|
|everyone in my family is a gardener|
|One of my favorite paintings that Ive ever made. FOR SALE jajaj|
|Do you see that underwear hanging from the piping?|
|Huey took this pic|
|In this show I was thinking about caves and graffiti buffs, among many other things|
|it looks like im wearing a pearl necklace wuts w that|
|Image shot by Nate Hitchcock|
WUT WULD U DO?
|hood river oregon|
|People always say that art is about questions and when I hear that I wonder if that is what their professors told them|
WHY WOULD A PROFESSIONAL ARTISTS WEBSITE LOOK LIKE THIS?
WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE I AM GETTING AT?
IS IT WORKING?
|fashion is important|
|Hats are one of the most important things in my life if you havent already gotten that its a baseball thing|
|Portland Japanese Garden|
|sometimes "incomplete" things are better than "complete" things|
|i put a soundpiece in a show in wisconsin look how bad the documentation is i absolutely love it. Sean J. Patrick Carney curated this one. I also put sound in another show that Bradford Kessler curated. After that I bought nice speakers jajajajaja|
|My work with Amy Sillman sculptures in the foreground remixed by Alfredo Salazar Caro|
|I mean be real this is the best thing ever ever ever|
|Robert DeBois and Tada Kono http://hawaiianshirtbro.tumblr.com/|
|Welcome Screen (shoutouts Michael Pybus thanks for the opportunity)|
|† and everyone knows it|
|My work with Debora Delmar Corp's work @ Treize Paris|
|There was a time when I really pondered the implications of wearing hawaiian tshirts. The topic no longer interests me.|
|Image by Andre Smits|
|this was my first studio next to cooper union in the basement id run there on the lunch break @ utrecht art supplies on 14th and 4th to glaze shit with polyurethane and almost passed out all the time from 0 ventilation the good old days|
|Biquini Wax <3|
|Cat took this picture|
|ur not sposed to put other peoples work on ur sitebut this press release is fucking genius|
|@ Aldo Chaparro's studio|
|Had 2 pay homage 2 the man Francis|
|Look @ Yanni!|
|See Adams shirt this is one of my fave pics love u adam <3|
|the home of my alma|
|everywhere a human has been there is art|
everywhere a human goes there is art
|we dont know y we get diarrhea we just do|
|Most of time fashion is the best thing. Well, alot of the time|
|Gracias Daniel Lozano|
|i very much identify with this photograph|
MIRA K CHINGON TENER FOTOS OF OLD TIMES!!!
|RIP Mac Dre|
|One of the best things about art is that it allows a platform of introspection. Its healthy to analyze ones actions for the sake of improvement.|
|Photo by Dan Crosby II for i-D magazine|
|thats me skyping w my bff Adam thats my painting in the background its of an ass|
|Im still confused about the notion of family|
|Monet is my spirit animal|
sometimes when i cant afford to make anything more complicated, printer paper does the trick. limones -----> limonadahttp://newmexicanpaintingspaper.tumblr.com/
|Thanks Alex Becerra|
|most pleasant things like this have been destroyed because they dont have any vitality|
|Canal Anal ja|
|This photo s my favorite documentation of anything Ive ever been involved with|
|wedding gift for Jan n Gabi <3|
|im sorry about all the drugs and alcohol yes they are around but also right now im drinking water and going to the gym alot so no big deal|
|Probably the first painting on canvas that I made when i got to Mexico in 2011. for Preteen Gallery <3|