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Here are some low quality photos of quick sketches I've done recently. I'm trying to quit smoking again, waiting for the obsession to be lifted...any day now. Below that is a video still from a photo project I'm working on with Mistina Hanscom. That's me in the photo, the still is courtesy of Bob Menefee, who has been video recording our antics. I'll get into more about the project soon. It's called 'Drag Me to Heaven,' and that is indeed myself in the photo. Below that is a video of the lenticular version the floral GIF from my last post. This video is from the Love Haven show at Trolley Square that I was lucky to be a part of.  

Just saw the new documentary about Divine: life changing. Not only was she talented and audacious, but she had a good heart. Truly humbling, god bless her.  Check it out here: http://www.divinemovie.com/

Also, I had my first solo art show recently. It's up until December 4th at Lipgloss Crisis, 756 Chapel Street New Haven, CT. More about that another time. Made some very cool new prints for the show, will post photos and videos and have them in the shop soon.

 Editioned lenticular prints by me make great holiday gifts, plus you're supporting an artist so it's like that catalogue Heifer where you buy people the gift of an animal that's in turn given to someone in need, but in this case, while you still get to end (my) hunger, you actually get to keep the animal. By animal, I mean my art. If you were planning on buying something from Heifer though, I don't want to dissuade you. It's a good deal. I'll survive; I have an extra kidney.  

For Glenn the Divine:

So, as you can see, it was pretty dark in there. It was in a bar, the show was full of drunk people and there were glasses being smashed all over the place-but I'll get to that later. 

I mounted the lenticular prints on these oscillating fans, for passive enjoyment pleasure. I cut out the blades and filled the insides of the fans with moss and wax fruit. The fans are a nod to one of my heros David Hammons and dually inspired by Kenya Robinson, a great artist I feel very lucky to call friend. What I like about the fans is that they are alive (with electricity) so they are like a proxy for myself, animating a story. The flowers, moss and wax fruit nod to the fact that this is not alive but actually more of a still life. 

A note about the subject
I don't know if you know Fleur, my model. She's a bodybuilder, among many other things (dragon slayer, artist, bartender). She's the sort of woman who leaves one job at 2am and says "So tired...I'm going to the gym." The word 'sleep' is in her vocabulary, but it doesn't extend any further into her life. Making a static portrait of this woman would be like describing the purpose of a car strictly in terms of its scent. She's a machine. 

Here's another piece I had in the show. We'll call it Booby Trap, or the experiment in getting other people to break shit for me as a cathartic measure to assuage my own personal frustration. Maybe that's TMI. We'll call it Booby Trap. 

Boob clown/abrasax/cosmic maternity lenticular print here was mounted onto this medicine cabinet that was left open just a peak so you can see all the lovely treasures inside. All of the treasures (some you might recognize as my artwork)hold some sort of medicinal value to me, mostly in the spiritual sense. If you're so curious, we can talk about it just between us. I will say that you can't meditate with hemorrhoids. Notice the lovely handmade Italian shot glasses on the bottom shelf, dipped in genuine 24k gold, they were filled with tiny seashell and sea urchin spines.

Looking at the medicine cabinet, you got just a peak of the inside, being nosy you open it up and OH SHIT! one of those fine shot glasses falls out, sending a spray of shattered Italian glass, 24k gold and seashells everywhere. Good job Dude, not only did you touch the art, but you broke it. Just kidding that was meant to happen.

The little glasses were fixed, so that each time it was opened one would fall out. Responses varied. Sometimes it would cause everyone nearby to quiet and take off in different directions away from the piece; sometimes the culprit would freeze in place and look around until reassured by the neighboring bartender that it was supposed to do that; and one kind soul came up to me and said 'ohmigosh I'm so sorry I just broke your art.' 

So there ya go, not only am I very kind, but I'm also an asshole.

THANK YOU to everyone who came, and everyone who sent their condolences that they couldn't be there. Thank you for reading and checking out the pieces, please leave a comment below with questions or responses. ALSO, all of these pieces are for sale. They'll be in the shop I'm still working on, and you can message me for a price in the meanwhile.


You can email me at PetraSzillions(at)gmail.com