Temporary wet weather signage recently placed in various Sydney locations.
Suddenly, there is a great rumbling.
Over hill, over dale, through forest, through fog, they come. Some walk. Some fly. Some crawl. Some simply move deep within the bowels of the earth. They are massive in number, terrifying in their fury. They blot out the sun from the grass below. They nearly shake the earth from orbit with their rage.
They are the English majors.
They give a fuck about an Oxford comma.
New paintings for my exhibition ‘Durability’ Friday March 21st with COPE2 at Krause Gallery in New York. www.krausegallery.com
each painting above is 30 x 40 inches - acrylic, aerosol and crayon on canvas
We were friends until we weren’t.
You said I was playing dumb for money.
Faking vapidity for applause, and
building bridges better burnt. I told you
I was having fun and you said that was dumb.
Dumber than fake me. And I was drinking stella.
You got mad at me the first time
I used the word “hella” without a trace of irony.