Fake Printmaker

3-color silkscreen cobbled together at AIR, PGH for my reading at the Cyber Punk Apocalypse.
Bloomington, IN residents may recognize the signage appropriated from City Style hair salon in the Kroghetto Complex.
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Also: The internet's a lonely planet.
Blogspot seems woefully doomed to irrelevance, and is definitely difficult to search for random writing blogs of interest. Should I get with the already fleeting times and do a Tumblr? Or head everyone off at the nostalgia pass and revive my Livejournal?

This is like the time I got really depressed after watching the Negativland documentary cuz I realized I turned to analog cut and paste methods out of poverty, not critical relevance.

#FSDC

This is where I go to cry/my online gang tattoo

Video Vignettes from a Korean Karaoke Bar

1. Bus explodes. Bloodied woman screams in pain. Soundtrack: "In an Mm-bop they're gone/In Mm-bop they're not there..." ("Mm-bop" by Hanson)

2. Preppy Korean man scans an English dictionary for the word "lumpen." Locates definition with finger and crumples tearfully to the floor. Soundtrack: "Holidays in the Sun" by Sex Pistols

3-5. Stalker girl falls down provocatively. Sullen woman's teardrops rain gently on piano keys. Soldier puts barrel of shotgun in his mouth. Soundtrack for all: "Thong Song" by Sisqo. ("Dumps like a truck. truck. truck. Thighs like what." etc.)

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The author of this blog strongly endorses Maru Studio's private karaoke rooms on Indianapolis's far east side at Pendleton Pike. Please note that earnest geo-political conversations with your patient waitstaff--especially intiated by reluctant singers-- may result in deep discounts for future room rentals. Avoid the hot/cold fish chunks and make an attempt at any of the extensive offerings from Nirvana's repertroire for me.

TOP 5 AUDIOVISUAL ENCOUNTERS IN INDIANAPOLIS OF 2011

By Erin K. Drew
artist/promoter/blogger at Extreme Appearances

My friend Crafty from Everything, Now! asked me to write a top five end-of-the-year anything for his blog, Muscial Family Tree.
I chose to focus on Audiovisual Encounters-- with an emphasis on unexpected aesthetic convergences among art forms for all senses...In chronological order:

1. Paul Pelsue/Joey Molinaro/Sore Eros, March at MiCO (Midwest Museum of Contemporary Art)
In early 2011, Austin Reavis announced with transformative authority that his house was now a museum. Private turns public. The Midwest Museum of Art was an exercise in oppositions. Video projections of the fridge, beer in the bathtub,. Foot stomping percussion amidst densely packed ceramics. The bedroom gallery (Reavis' room, picked clean save for his futon) featured Paul B Pelsue's found pix of Tonka trucks, afghaned rec rooms, and ambiguous signage alongside a ziggurat of old TV's recording and broadcasting viewers in real time.



2. Jookabox last show and Know No Stranger, June at Earth House Collective
There was a lot to take in amidst Know No Stranger's multi-channel projections and the last chance to dance to the JB's creep-funk. The crowd could have turned sentimental had the tone not been set by tooth-grinding, grimy amphetamines ("I'm Slime!/And it's fine!"). Instead it was a Halloween party on a sweltering summer night with everyone in costume, make-up melting, ready to rage.



3. Ancient Aliens A/V Night with Castle Old Chair, Growth Spert, and Ligyro, August at Earth House
Dusk blooms into night over a mirror-like lake. Crickets scream as you lie on your back and scan the sky for UFO's. A perfect arc of energy piloted this show from Castle Old Chair's tape fuzz-laced bedtime tales through Growth Spert's frazzled vocals and frenzied aluminum percussion to the ambient electronic alchemy that transformed Ligyro's rainbow-colored tent into a spacecraft.

4. Mr. God's Galloping Mountain Variety Show, October, at Shared Heritage
A crew of Pittsburgh industrial hippies from the Cyber Punk Apocalypse brought their bare feet, bad tattoos, and bizarre conspiratorial writings to Shared Heritage. There were tales of police raids on high-tech lowlifes, lunatic ravings about post-consumer hotdogs, and noise interludes from an ominous emcee's box of contraptions. Gunner, awkward granddaughter of Dada, left the silence ringing in our ears with her costumed "stand-up comedy."



5. Auroradoreyalice and Crystal Lynn Thomas, November, at Shared Heritage
The crowning jewel on a night of high-quality trash jazz (with DBH, Sky Thing, and more), was the serendipitous pairing of Crystal Lynn Thomas's video mandala of perpetually melting candles with the warm but witchy keyboard drones of Auroradoreyalice. This quiet fire was a cosmic surprise suitable for 11/11/11.

HONORABLE MENTIONS: Revenge Eternal/Drekka/Bad Eyes at Earth House, Orphan 16mm film by 3 TON CINEMA at Shared Heritage, Five Elements show curated by Kid Primitive, all goings-on at Jasona Beach during Cataracts, Sir Deja Doog and the Wasted Knights vs. ASCAP at the Vollrath, Marmoset playing "Record in Red" live at Radio Radio.
FAVORITE OUT OF TOWN BANDS SEEN IN INDY: Child Bite, Wishgift, Fielded, Tracey Trance, Phantom Family Halo

Scenes from a Plaster Shak

A search for a lawn goose to treat with chrome paint for the upcoming sculpture park opening at MICO led me to this funky little shak (or shaq-ed.)
Where DO lawn ornaments come from?
Bill, the shak's proprietor makes them from molds.


Peaceable Kingdom


Choose your own Adventure


Paint your own RV

I returned home 80 lbs. richer in concrete and satisfied that shak business continues to thrive.

From Fountain Square, with Love

Love is all around in the Indianapolis neighborhood of Fountain Square.



"Wooden Exercise Toy" purchased from Bud's Market, the local grocer.



As far as I can tell, it is neither wooden, nor an exercise toy (???).



This post feels lacking without a picture of the geriatric couple in Juniors' clothes who'd push an empty baby stroller past my porch every day this summer, but I'll stalk that White Whale when I'm laying out the board for FS Bingo.

EKD vs. ART

I don't usually cross-post from my school blog, but what the hell?
I went to the Indianapolis Museum of Art yesterday with the exclusive purpose of putting my coffee cup on the Donald Judd wall sconce, and NOT using a coaster. This is what happened.



(Thanks to After Effects Ubermensch, Austin Dickson for his editorial assistance. His own series of art disruptions, "Balls On Rodin," is currently in the works!)

Shout Out to my text-based art dudes

Jason Arnold


Kyle Herrington



Wayne White (famous guy, not friend) will be lecturing at Herron School of Art and Design on Wednesday, Jan. 25, 5:30PM

Among other things in his impressive life-blurb, he's a Pee-Wee's playhouse veteran.
I'm going to ask him if Chairy was a bitch.

Also, guest written blurbs are becoming one of my favorite literary forms.
Will you write one for the back of my book?

Fair Play

Cellphone transmissions from the Indiana State Fair



The Bear Affair


Lambotard by American Apparel


Typography 101


Because they didn't know how to airbrush Black Cathy.

Has No Boble

I stumbled upon "Has No Boble" while walking the railroad tracks of near east Indianapolis a couple years ago. Little did I know, this scrawl has been appearing across the city (and outside its limits) with subtle variations and impressive regularity.
My friend Paul Christian has been documenting the cryptic public writings of this seemingly local hobo poet for some time.
Check em out here.
(Not to be missed are his exhaustive Tom-J-Lael files, but far more has been written about that man/myth/legend.)

I'm intrigued by the minor star status (in certain communities) of local graffiti weirdos.
I'm not interested in over-analysis or artsploitation, I'm just genuinely fascinated by people's compulsions to make a distinctive mark on their environment.
The "Has no Boble" photograph on my refrigerator has provoked more comment than almost any other object in my house (and the walls are pretty plastered).
If you have similar stories/documents, feel free to post links.

Fairytale in the Supermarket

Incredible flyer found in my mailbox.
If you can't be there, try to imagine it.

Fake Cop

Duane Hanson, "Museun Guard"

There's a high number of second hand cop cars on the Indianapolis streets, usually repossessed by obviously non-cop black folks. Tinted windows and double rear view mirrors are retained; bumper stickers for fallen officers remain smeared across the back. Drivers slow down when they pass.
They warrant a double-take, and probably prevent pull-overs by authorities who don't look twice.
But it's kind of a bummer having fake cops around.
More jaunts in the voluntary panopticon.

Also in cars: The other day I saw a dashboard mirror festooned with fuzzy twenty-sided dice!

Interests

My doctor says to cultivate interests.
Today I am into ...

1.Text in (this) art

by Kyle Herrington

2.Food in (this) art


(okay, and ladies' underthings)

by Alicia Obermeryer

3. And text in food: