Friday, March 29, 2013

Scott Patt

Scott Patt rabbits with foot gumball-1

Scott Patt womp_bunnybomb_redorange Scott Patt womp_cowtank_blue

womp_battlefish_green Scott Patt womp_helipig_black

Scott Patt womp_bunnybomb_pinkScott Patt womp_cowtank_darkblue

womp_battlefish_yelloworange Scott Patt womp_helipig_green

Scott Patt womp_bunnybomb_blue-1 Scott Patt womp_cowtank_redorange

womp_battlefish_black Scott Patt womp_helipig_yelloworange

Scott Patt womp_bunnybomb_grey Scott Patt womp_cowtank_pink

Scott Patt weapons of mass production gumball circles

Scott Patt, Rabbit with foot, series of 20, black

Born in Allentown, Pennsylvania, artist Scott Patt's work has been influenced by the art of the Pennsylvania Dutch, and by post pop consumerism with its primary colors and promises of a healthier tomorrow.  His paintings and installations have been shown around the world --from Japan and Amsterdam to Portland and New York -- in spaces ranging from museums to alternative storefronts. His works have been shown at Winston Wächter in New York City, 212 Gallery in Aspen, Colorado, and the Portland Museum of Art, as well as galleries like McCaig-Welles and Compound Gallery. Scott Patt has been a body builder, a missionary, a surfer, a strip club sketch artist and a creative director. Scott Patt currently lives and works in Southern California.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Mexican Birthday Party

Mexican Birthday Party

before the kids, families, hoochies, thugs, food, booze and cake arrived

On Saturday I went with the boyfriend and his family to the baptism and birthday party of a 1-year old boy. Pretty sure I was the only white person at these events -- everyone else was Mexican. I felt like I stuck out in a big, dorky white girl way amongst the others. Normally I prefer to blend into the background, so this was rather awkward to me, but whaddya gonna do.

The family went all out for this baptism and birthday party. Probably 75+ guests.  Homemade Mexican food, a clown, a bouncy, a deejay, Mexican dancers, party favors for all, and BOOZE galore.  All of this for a 1-year old boy. 

It was funny to see how people dressed for a baptism/kid birthday party. Many of the men were in suits with tattoos poking out. Many of the chicks dressed SUPER HOOCHIE -- skin tight club dresses, 5" heels, and tons o' makeup. One chick in particular had everyone's attention.  She was wearing a royal blue skin tight mini dress with VERY high matching shoes.  Something weird was going on with her butt. I kept trying to figure it out without staring too obviously.  I asked my boyfriend what the hell was going on at her back door, and he said it looked like she was wearing padded-butt underwear.  !!!!!!!!

My sister happened to be at another kid birthday party -- a White kid birthday party -- at the exact same time.  We were texting each other and comparing party notes.  Ariel the Mermaid was at the party my sister was attending, and it turns out this particular Ariel was my sister's co-worker. She sang and danced while wearing an awfully small skirt and a bikini top.  My niece Kira asked why Ariel's stomach wasn't fitting in her skirt. Awkward! Apparently inappropriate/too tight/too small attire can happen at any type of party.

At one point I was sitting next to one of my boyfriend's cousins -- a (Mexican) woman that asked me lots of questions. She seemed AGHAST that I was a 42-year old woman that had never been married, didn't have kids, lived alone, and lived far away from her parents. Apparently this is a white thing, and the exact opposite of the Mexican tradition. She kept shaking her head saying she could never live far away from her parents.  To each his/her own. 

She kept pushing the kid issue, asking me why I never had kids, and telling me that I still had time to do it. I told her kids weren't in the picture for me, and added that I was 42 and it was too late for that sort of thing. She mentioned she was 43 and she was hoping to have her third kid soon. Awkward!

She mentioned she had been married for fourteen years and that marriage was very, very difficult. She said this over and over again, and wished me and my boyfriend many years of happiness.  She elaborated and said that her husband was from Mexico City, and he really wanted to have a "traditional" Mexican wife.  She said they struggled with this role daily -- she being a working professional with many typically "American" values and ideals that did not always coincide with her husband's expectations.  She also mentioned she had a rebellious spirit, and that she wanted to get tattoos and a motorcycle soon.  Her husband told her she didn't have the nerve to do either of those things.  She said he would be seeing her tattoos and motorcycle soon enough. That made me laugh.  I am not sure if she was trying to warn me about things that I might face in my relationship with my boyfriend (her cousin), or if she was just being candid.  Or both.

There really isn't much of a point to this story. The kids had a blast jumping around in the bouncy for hours.  The birthday boy went to bed at 7pm, and then the music started thumping and the hard liquor started flowing, so the adults were happy. The party was fun. The people I spoke with were nice. The conversations were interesting. The people watching was outstanding. All in all it was quite a bit different than the parties my family has, but no matter.  It was good.  And this socially awkward misfit made it through the day/night without making too many mistakes (hopefully), and now I know what to expect at the next Mexican birthday party.  :)

Mexican Birthday Party 2

Friday, March 22, 2013

Seiichi Furuya

Seiichi Furuya, Graz 1998

Seiichi Furuya, east berlin 1986_3_1_x

Seiichi Furuya, east berlin 1987_5_1_x

Seiichi Furuya, Graz 2005

Seiichi Furuya, Graz 2005

Seiichi Furuya, Finnlaendische Strasse, East Berlin 1986

Seiichi Furuya, Arles 2000

Seiichi Furuya, Rattersdorf 1981

Seiichi Furuya, izu 1978_x

Seiichi Furuya, Graz 2005

Seiichi Furuya, Donaustauf 1988

Seiichi Furuya, East Berlin 1987

Seiichi Furuya, Graz 2005

Seiichi Furuya, Leibnitz 1983

Seiichi Furuya, Graz 1997

Seiichi Furuya, graz 1979_1_2_x

Seiichi Furuya, Graz 2007

Seiichi Furuya, Deutsh Jahrndorf 1981

Seiichi Furuya, Mauthausen 2002

Seiichi Furuya, Graz 1992

Seiichi Furuya, Loiblpass 1983

Seiichi Furuya, Graz 2007

Seiichi Furuya, Graz 2009

Seiichi Furuya, Graz 2008

Seiichi Furuya, Izu (Japan) 1978

Seiichi Furuya, Kaphenberg 1988

Seiichi Furuya, Graz 2007

Seiichi Furuya, Wien 1982

Seiichi Furuya, Graz 1998

Seiichi Furuya was born in Izu, Japan, in 1950. After graduating Tokyo Polytechnic University in 1973, he left the port of Yokohama to travel to Europe on the Trans-Siberian Railway. He lived in Vienna until he moved to Graz in 1975. There he met Christine Gössler (born 1953) in February 1978. The couple married in May of the same year. Their son, Komyo Klaus, was born in 1981. In 1982, they moved to Vienna so that Christine could study drama. In 1984, Seiichi took a job as an interpreter and the family moved to Dresden, East Germany; and then in 1985, to East Berlin.

In late 1982, Christine began to exhibit symptoms of schizophrenia. In 1983, she entered a hospital in Graz for treatment; she was forced to give up her drama studies, and from that time on was in and out of hospital regularly. Shortly after noon on October 7th, 1985, the 36th anniversary of the founding of the German Democratic Republic, Christine threw herself from a window on the 9th floor of the tenement building where the family lived. Seiichi continued to work as an interpreter in East Berlin until 1987. Afterwards he returned to Graz, where he has lived with his son, Komyo, to this day.

Since 1975, Furuya has had numerous exhibitions, both in Japan and overseas, at such venues as: Forum Stadtpark (Graz, Austria), Winterthur Museum (Switzerland), Albertina Museum (Vienna, Austria), Vangi Sculpture Garden Museum (Mishima, Japan). He has published several photo books featuring Christine, starting with his Mémoires 1978-1988 (Camera Austria, 1989) and continuing with Mémoires 1995 (Scalo Books, 1995), Christine Furuya-Gössler, Mémoires 1978-1985(Korinsha Press, 1997), Portrait (Fotohof, 2000), Last Trip to Venice (self-published, 2002) Mémoires 1983 (Akaaka Art Publishing, 2006).

What’s more, he has been active in a wide range of projects: he was one of the founders and editors of the photography magazine,  Camera Austria, and has also curated exhibitions introducing Japanese photographers to Europe.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

The Annoying Sidekick


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igor Young-Frankenstein-007

the-andy-griffith-show-don-knotts-2 stiffler

Evan Handler Californication ian ziering 90210

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Kevin Nealon Weeds TSDBEHI EC310


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painter on Murphy Brown Lenny+&+Squiggy

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Chucky Marstein, Sons of Anarchy Jackass-Bam Marjera star-in-car-accident

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alison-arngrim-as-nelly-oleson-of-little-house-on-the-prairie milhouse the simpsons

200px-Anson_Williams_Potsie_Weber_1973 Happy Days

Ah.  The annoying sidekick.  Sometimes you love them, and sometimes you hate them.  It is kind of like the villain thing, in that it can make or break a show.

I like a couple of the sidekicks featured above, and I want to stab the rest (PARTICULARLY THAT FUCKTARD JONATHAN CHEBAN).

Truth be told, every now and again I feel like I play the role of the annoying sidekick -- the  screeching monkey that performs for others.  Humph.  Whatever.  Maybe I am flattering myself.  Or maybe we all feel that way from time to time.