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I've just scanned in 32 pictures from the wedding Karen and I had in California in 2005.
There are many more wedding photos, but these were the black and white film photographs that Karen's good friend, Brianna Walsh took.
Check out my favorites after the jump.
Being the third week of August, it must almost be September which means it is almost time for Conflux Festival 2007 in Brooklyn + Manhattan. That means pogo sticks galore, chalk dust outlines in the street, graf and cell phone games. I am so psyched I just couldn't wait to post about it. This year features work from the awesome curatorial collective Metro Color Collision, the cool-as radio station collaborative free103point9 and everyone's favorite tech-art-fag-nerd organization Eyebeam, among many, many others. Check here for a totally dead-on wiki definition of psychogeography that rightfully mentions situationist Guy Debord and the organization I am interviewing with next month, iKatun. See you at the Conflux!
I think a lot about how it must have been to grow up during the political riots in America, and yeah they were hippies or whatever, but it still holds a place in my soft body human heart. Well, the two things I am going to show you today have a lot to do with that sentiment. I am repping these works on paper right now at the gallery and I thought I would share them as my very first thatsplenty offering. Irene Lipton is one of sweetest, most gracious, hard-working artists I have ever met. She lives in an Airstream here on the Cape with her husband Phil and Jack Russell terrier Jake. She also does all the design work for the gallery, to great visual success. Hearts to Irene. 
Untitled (LP 502), 2007, o/c, 54" x 65" Next week, I'll be hosting a screening of the amazing documentary B.I.K.E. on Fountainhead, as in Ayn Rand's novel that I will not talk more about at the given moment. One of these guys in this film came to loft space in NA, MA and ate my cheesy puffs, if memory serves me correctly. I also skipped him in the joint rotation and it was a negative experience for all in the room. But I messed that up, it should have gone joint then cheesy puffs, of course. We’ve since made up and all is well. Bon Appetit!
Straight outta the Distric' of Columbia, I've recieved a lovely little piece of mail art from one Lady Ay See.
It has been years since I've had this kind of exchange, mostly because I had dropped the ball on several long-term mail art pen pals.
It feels really, really good to be doing it again. And with such a talented partner!
Last week I attended, Dorkbot NYC, the dorkbot that spawned a million dorks. This was my first time, though I had been meaning to go for ages. To be honest, I was a little disappointed. Although I enjoyed the overall feeling of crowding into a room packed full of people who get visibly excited at the words Arduino, Bandwidth, or soldering, the presentations fell a bit short. I felt a bit guilty because of the four presentations, only one was done by a guy, but that was the one I liked. Oops. His presentation was a kind of data art where he took every State of the Union address and made a visualization tool to that shows everything from language complexity to word frequency and location in the speech. So without further ado I present State of the Union, my fave from the last dorkbot.
If you haven't been yet, or even if you have, now is a great time to visit the Brooklyn Museum. I frequented the museum when I lived in Park Slope, but never did it have so many great special exhibitions.
The reason I went to the Museum this time around was the Ron Mueck exhibition. If you're not familiar with his work, you can check out Washington Post's collection of images to get an idea of how incredibly life-like his either larger scale or smaller scale sculptures are. A Scottish artist with no formal art training, Mueck creates silicone replicas of people, like the tiny 3-foot old ladies at the left, an enormous woman in bed, and a lightly smaller than scale replica of his dead, naked father, plus lots of others. Each hair on each model is implanted by hand. Seriously, they are unreal. The detail in these things blows my mind.
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Here is an effortlessly hilarious short story written by a friend of mine that makes all of us "writers" look like crap. He also has a terrifically entertaining blog (from which this story is linked). I've never met this "Brook," but I thank her for convincing him to take up fiction.
Link (via Gar's Thought Hole)
My Omaha trip has come to an end, but I did not leave dissapointed. I left with a reenergized love of Studebakers and a burning passion for the Omaha Zoo. My adventures as told by Flickr after the click.
This guy does amazingly small sculpture work. It is so painstakingly precise that he can often only work between heartbeats. Nuts.
http://www.snopes.com/photos/arts/microscopic.asp
I know that Tim Hawkins has done some really small sculpture, like a bird skeleton out of his fingernails, does anyone else know of any other prodigous micro artists?
