Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Burden of Fame

While we're on the topic of Professor Burden, who shuffled off two years ago today, I would like to share this unlikely artifact. One of the last items I pulled out of the Magic Recycle Bin before the authorities cracked down and paved over, it's a PEOPLE magazine (Aug 28, 1989) featuring Ringo Starr on the cover, which I grabbed for collage materials. Needless to say, I was quite surprised to find this profile therein. What were they thinking? I love the caption on the final image, with "pal Charles Ray on their sloop."

Thursday, April 20, 2017

(Royal) Flash Fudd Memory Gasket Epithelium No 1

For those who have been following my Rectilinear Occlusion Gear series (particularly the Memory Gasket Iteration seen in the Everything is Coming Up Roses exhibit at LAVA Projects) and/or my ongoing (Now in its 45th year!) collage comic strip Flash Fudd, here is a real treat! The first entry in a new sequence bearing the self-explanatory title Flash Fudd Memory Gasket Epithelia, this being No 1. The Green Man's chakra Doppelgänger may be tinted appropriately, and He may yet acquire a crown. Please to bend down.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Will the Real Doug Harvey Please Stand Up?

Sheriff 'Honorary Barber': Sheriff Doug Harvey examines a plaque which designates him an "honorary barber." The plaque, presented yesterday at the County Building, was given by Barbers Union Local 689. Harvey is defendant in a U.S. District Court suit in Detroit in which eight University students allege their constitutional rights were violated by haircuts given them during a brief stay in jail. Harvey is being sued for $200,000. The eight were arrested during a campus demonstration. Harvey promised to display the plaque in his office. Ypsilanti barber William Boatwright, who made the presentation, said the local's 94 barbers in the county "support Sheriff Harvey and his prevention of disease in the county jail."

Friday, March 3, 2017

World Imitation Radio

Apropos of tomorrow's opening of Afraid of Modern Living: World Imitation & Monitor 1977-1982 at These Days Gallery in downtown LA, I was looking for a blog entry where I linked to the episode of DOUG HARVEY's LESS ART RADIO ZINE featuring Michael Uhlenkott and Damon Willick discussing World Imitation and Damon's [San Fernando] Valley Vista exhibit, and I realized I never made one. Those were hectic times. So here it is, link is still good, the music riveting, the banter scintillating...'s_LARZ-08.24.2014.mp3

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Monday, January 9, 2017

Go Chlo Bo, Go!

Exhausted but triumphant Chloe (Winway Pleats Please, CA, RA, NW3) having earned her second NW3 title in K9 Nosework at the NACSW trial in Garden Grove on Sunday. This puts her at 2/3 of the way to her "Elite" title. What's really amazing is that she placed 2nd overall (the red ribbon) out of 30 dogs, since whippets are not generally considered one of the go-to detection breeds. More info at

Friday, July 1, 2016

Drummer, Fiddler, Whatever.

I dreamed I was organizing this huge touring musical installation -- several hundred improvising musicians, all dressed in black, occupying these 3-4 story buildings for a full day, open to the public to wander through. We had just successfully completed a dress rehearsal in our base of operations -- not certain where -- and I was consulting with my field agents about the last few venues to be nailed down. The tour was mostly in Europe, but seemed to focus on islands and peninsulas in Scandinavia and the Eastern Mediterranean. One of my scouts was saying that they had found that the cities on the west side of various geographical areas were riddled with tourists and bad vibes and were more expensive (though that didn't seem to be a concern) but that the east side was relaxed and open and more mysterious, and that they had found appropriate buildings there. We agreed to book those places. One of the musicians came by, and it was Philip Seymour Hoffman (as himself) saying what a great time he was having playing drums. I was thinking maybe I should invite him to join one of my smaller, more continuous bands, and that would stop him from ODing.

Sunday, April 3, 2016

Jim Shaw: The Dreams That Stuff Is Made Of

Dream Object ("In a thrift store, I saw a Salvador Dali cartoon book... Then I found a book like box of 40's Dali ties and scarves on cardboard leaves like a distributor's sample box plus a collage with a ground of 40's nude photos & Peter Lorre as...)

"A monochromatic Ionic column emerging from the head of a bearded, twinkly-eyed pagan entity; a bas-relief depicting a giant juvenile delinquent coiffure morphing into a werewolf;  a classroom physiology chart showing a human gastrointestinal tract augmented by six golden trumpets; a poster for a children’s movie about anthropomorphic cake slices visiting Paris; a collage depicting Peter Lorre’s old green head as the moon over a tangled greyscale landscape of hot nudes. How could all this material be dumped by one powered-down cortex?

I’ve heard it suggested on more than one occasion that Jim Shaw’s Dream Drawings and Dream Objects must be some sort of fabrications -- that nobody has dreams that intricate and reference-laden, let alone remember it all. While it would be correct to assume that I  -- as the critic who has probably spilled the most ink regarding Jim’s work   over the years -- share some deep affinities with his idiosyncratic modus operandi, I can’t prove that Jim’s sleeping visions are the real source of the drily repertorial graphic narrative drawings and flamboyantly variegated multi-media objects that bear that designation. 

What I can attest to is that some people do dream and remember in the abundance of richly aesthetic, convolutedly narrative, and absurdly humorous detail that Jim’s Dream work conveys -- because I myself have been blessed and afflicted with the same superfluity of nocturnal emissions -- although I have an excuse: I was a grand mal epileptic between the ages of 13 and 23, so my wiring is configured according to some souped-up electroconvulsive template. 

My last seizure was in my first year at art school, in the library, looking at a thumbnail magazine reproduction of one of Richard Prince’s appropriated cigarette cowboys, thinking I wanted to rephotograph the tiny B&W image, blow it up and present it as my own work. A trapdoor of infinite regression opened in my brain, and I fell through -- past uncountable reappropriations of Marlboro men, into darkness. It would make an excellent Jim Shaw piece!

I’m not suggesting that you have to have electrical storms in your brain to appreciate Jim Shaw’s work (but it helps yuk! yuk! yuk!) In fact, my understanding of this sort of electrochemical difference is that it’s just a slight shift to the side of most peoples’ normal waking consciousness -- which accounts for the tremendous broad spectrum popularity of Shaw’s work across popular culture, the artist’s peers, academia, and the marketplace. Because at some fundamental level, we all recognize that, as Aldous Huxley suggested in “The Doors of Perception,” our minds function as filters, stepping down the torrent of sensory stimuli and ideations to a manageable trickle. Art is the place where it’s safe to open the spigot..."

Read the rest of "The Dreams That Stuff Is Made Of" in the catalog for "Rather Fear God"
current exhibition at Praz-Delavallade & Vedovi in Brussels, Belgium

Image: Jim Shaw, Dream Object ("In a thrift store, I saw a Salvador Dali cartoon book... Then I found a book like box of 40's Dali ties and scarves on cardboard leaves like a distributor's sample box plus a collage with a ground of 40's nude photos & Peter Lorre as...), 2015, paper collage on board, 15 x 20 inches

Saturday, April 2, 2016


Ross Lipman, the legendary film restorationist responsible for preserving the cinematic legacies of Bruce Conner, Kenneth Anger, John Cassavetes, and a cluster of forgotten American neorealist gems including “Killer of Sheep” and “The Exiles,” has turned his attention to a more high-profile form of film history with his expansive examination of Irish literary genius Samuel Beckett’s sole foray into the movies --1965’s short silent narrative “Film,” starring Buster Keaton in one of his final screen roles. 

Lipman takes a notoriously opaque 20 minute wordless black & white philosophical chase scene, and unpacks two hours worth of historical context, biographical insights, conceptual musings, and structural poetics into “NOTFILM” (2015), his complex and moving documentary -- also black and white, but rarely wordless (except to emphasize the gorgeous score by Bela Tarr’s main man Mihály Víg). While there’s plenty of down-to-earth making-of grit to feed the viewer’s narrative appetite, the heart of the story is Beckett’s and Keaton’s respective takes on being and nothingness, and who gets to watch.

Charged with the restoration of the avant-garde milestone, Lipman developed a fascination for the work, with its reflexive implications about the ethical and psychological dimensions of cinema, and it’s curious identity as the meeting ground for two diametrically opposed but deeply similar geniuses of 20th century culture. Not to mention cinematographer Boris Kaufman -- Dziga Vertov’s baby brother, and cameraman for all three of anarchist Jean Vigo’s celluloid masterpieces. 

Lipman appears to have developed his obsession just in time, as several of the participants -- particularly Beckett’s go-to actress Billie Whitelaw and Grove Press publisher and “Film” producer Barney Rosset (both creative titans in their own departments) are themselves teetering on the brink of the Void in their interview segments. Rossett, whose flickering memories of a missing prologue to the Beckett short sparked Lipman’s passion, was the source of the missing footage as well as surreptitious audio recordings of the pre-production meetings. These are pretty great, but there isn’t enough to them to justify a feature length deconstruction.

Luckily, Lipman’s scholarship and curiosity are up to the task, and ultimately wind up overshadowing the archival snippets to be the elements of this layered scholarly collage that stick with you after the curtain falls. The balance tips the other way in “Art of the Prank” Andrea Marini’s long-awaited career-spanning overview of the disruptive antics of media prankster Joey Skaggs, whose work holds a mirror up to his medium in a more interventionist way.

It’s not that there’s any lack of historical context, biographical insights, etc. (although there is a scandalous absence of art critical commentary) -- but the wealth of historical documentation delivers the real meat of Skaggs’ practice, next to which any discursive analysis pales. “Art of the Prank” also contains a doozy of a structural poetic as its major plot device -- following the artist through the trials and tribulations of his latest leger-de-brain, which involves stem cells, GMOs, and the very film that is tracking its devious development.

Since the late 1960’s, Skaggs has been planting absurd fake news events into the mainstream media -- often staging elaborate theatrical hoaxes with actors, sets, fake websites and business cards and press releases -- only to pull out the rug at the peak dramatic moment -- to the consternation and embarrassment of the infotainment professionals. Usually the only recourse for big media is to exact revenge through unflattering or distorted profiles (with a muttered retraction of their journalistic sloppiness tacked on somewhere) -- which is why this fair and balanced account is so welcome. 

Skaggs’ conscious practice as a media hoaxster dates back exactly 40 years to April Fool’s Day of America’s Bicentennial year, when he dramatically revealed the fictional nature of his highly publicized “Cat House for Dogs” in court, having been subpoenaed by the Attorney General of the State of New York. That moment was captured on video, and is included in “Art of the Prank” along with archival documentation of the diet-enforcing mercenary Fat Squad, the Fish Condos, Celebrity Sperm Bank, Dog Meat Soup, WALK RIGHT!, Dog Meat Soup, Maqdananda the Psychic Attorney, and Skaggs’ heroic attempt to windsurf from Hawaii to California.

Many of these have unique underlying social or political content -- the subtle critique of the justice system built into The Solomon Project, which allegedly used an NYU law school computer program to find OJ Simpson guilty of murder, for example. But together they comprise a sustained multivalent attack on a culture that nurtures, sustains, exploits, and even enforces the gullibility of the public. One aspect of the story that this film brings to light is how Skaggs’ deceptive practice evolved directly out of young Joey’s frustration at the sluggishness and lack of autonomy in his chosen field as a visual artist. The entire symbolic ocean in which we swim, which most of us take for reality, is revealed to be a fabrication. Or as Joey puts it “If I believe that, what else do I believe that’s total bullshit?”

NOTFILM screens in LA April 1 - 9 at various locations

Art of the Prank screens in LA April 10th at 8 PM presented by Slamdance Cinema Club at the Arclight Hollywood 

Thursday, March 31, 2016

Jack Kirby Panel Transcript Available Now!

Here is a link to the full corrected approved and certified transcript of the Jack Kirby panel discussion I took part in with Scott BukatmanAdam McGovernAndrei Molotiusteve roden, and Ben Saunders last Fall in conjunction with Charles Hatfield's Comic Book Apocalypse: The Graphic World of Jack Kirby -- the first comprehensive museum retrospective of Kirby's work, which was at Cal State Northridge at the time. Thia is a tidied up version of the one appearing in the current issue of the print version of the Jack Kirby Collector, who have made this free article available online here:

Saturday, February 27, 2016

Gilt Rip

Viewers who encounter my piece Stranger Fruit (for Nazario Conchuza Gonzalez) AKA Gilded Disc®otu m’, (1997/2016, Enamel on mirror tile fabric, polyester fiber fill stuffing, defunct bumble balls) at Nick Brown's "Werewolf" show at Charlie James Gallery are unlikely to remember it from my 1997 solo debut at POST, where it was one component of an "experimental narrative circuit" entitled "St Sebastian Tom Sawyer Cathy Mishima Expo 67," so here's a link to my admittedly skimpy documentation.

Later, in an essay for JOAAP's "Failure" book I described the work thusly:
Descending in tandem from the rafters was the gender-corrected biorchid soft kinetic sculpture Disc®otu m’, a sack of mirror-encrusted fabric containing two motorized vibrating wads of material. I’ve always been puzzled by Duchamp scholars insistence that the title of his last painting Tu m' was an abbreviation of the French expression “Tu m'emmerdes” or “you’re shitting on (bugging) me.” As far as I can tell, it’s just a guess – it could be completed with any French verb starting with a vowel. Why not “Tu m’blank” as in “You blank me,” which, rather than sealing the tomb on painting because of some specific affect (irritation, beshitment, boredom), emphasizes (and probably expresses doubt in the validity of) the very hierarchical subject/object binary model of communication (and by extension reality itself) by which it achieves its agency. Disc®otu m’ in addition to presenting a disembodied teabag of Damocles that visually mimics the geometry-bound domes, was intended to expand Duchamp’s contraction, doubling it with mirrors and subjecting it to seizure. Lazarus, Come forth!

Thursday, February 18, 2016

New Semi-Site Specific Relational Pre-Rotted Painting

"Painting to be Viewed in the Bathroom Mirror in the Morning" 2016, collage and acrylic on found canvas.

I took a break from gilding my precious memories to produce a new painting. MA wasn't very amused. She's not a morning person.

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Friday, December 11, 2015

Recovered from the Void

The demolition team that was doing a partial cleanup while the roofers were replacing the roof on our current home accidentally threw out a few things that weren't supposed to get thrown out, including my 2010 pre-rotted painting-thing Dream House, which I'd actually promised to Constance Mallinson, who actually liked it. Luckily, the crew seems to have disappeared and left their gigantic chockfull construction dumpster on the street in front of the house, and I managed to excavate the work (and a couple of other items) -- now bearing considerable more evidence of the collaborative input from the forces of entropy. To ensure that it will forthwith be recognized as the precious object that it is, I immediately made it into the latest installment in my "Gildings" series. Behold!