“And what sort of lively lads with the pencil those Chinese are, many queer cups and saucers inform us”
i am currently typing up the chapter “the whiteness of the whale” to email Terence but for now lets examine the whiteness of the terence
he is in a group show at Mary BOone curated by Javier (see pamphlet)
there is Koons
there is Kelley
which suzanne rightly called his “fortress of solitude” works
there is KOH
quite a Klan
his main piece was a giant urinal
duchamp x gober x aabronson x aliens?
the cracking made it weird it was hard to tell what it was made of and it looked completely shattered
“To the crack of doom the sea will insult and murder him”
service for one
this camera is getting thrown out the window can it take one in focus photo??
the dash came back!
best part of the opening
i cant tell you how happy it made me!
you know that song “the cat came back” where each verse is this cat venturing off into certain death and every chorus is “the cat came back”?
and more blurriness
anyone ever been to The Eagle??
well i have now!
that dog got boofed
“i think he likes you”
“where have you brought me patrick?”
photobucket deleted all my really racy photos
and there were some!
i will figure out how to post them tomorrow to continue our weiner roast then
oh no he got terence!
look how skinny mini terence looks next to big brawny
i love that swing of his hermes necklace
terence crucified on a bear
why did Pbucket miss these?
maybe they thought they were Michelangelo sculpture from the Uffizi
rape of the Sabine bears
later at lit
with andrea and simon and some things we picked up at the Eagle
look at pat’s pupils seriously that is ALL RED EYE
inspired by many things, we spent the rest of the night smooching and talking about how we feel about each other
(we feel good about each other)
the next day was the colourful first day of spring!!
Oh man! In all seasons a temperature of thine own
is that Pat with….a book??
look you can see Moby Dick, which has furnished many of this blog’s jokes, under my head
one final weiner as a bookend to our fun weiner weekend!
spent all monday pintar
“In the soul of man there lies one insular Tahiti, full of peace and joy, but encompassed by all the horrors of the half known life”