Marilyn Minter (updated)
Yesterday while trying to get away from my office for a while I waddled to Borders as I often do to look at all the books and magazines that catch my eye. I went upstairs to the art and photography section and came across this book on a woman named Marilyn Minter. She goes both ways… painting and photography. Thing is, you can’t really tell the difference.
This..
IS A PAINTING.
Bleh. I’ve been hunched over the easel all morning trying to keep in mind that stuff like this is possible for human hands. Incredible. Here’s more of her work:
It’s early yet. I’ll be posting the progress on the stuff I’m working on today pre-work.
The bad news: I can’t take my bike to get fixed until next Thursday.
The good news: Edison’s Medicine just came on iTunes.
Check back for pretty pictures.
12:24 am: Pretty pictures ahoy.
Here’s some progress on a painting that sort of deep down is pretty much tribute to my friend Justin and the 80’s overall. Years ago there was a skate shop down in West Quincy where we grew up and for months and months his mom would go down and put some money towards this sweet board that he constructed out of the sweetest stuff they had: A Mike McGill skull/snake deck (pictured), Gullwing 3 trucks I think and Big Slime Ball wheels. The wheels were by far the coolest things ever. They had artwork on both sides by the mighty Jim Phillips. I was insanely jealous. I got a board from Woolworth that had a dude skating up a wall while spray painting on it.
Years later me and Justin were walking around down at the pier in G-town. G-town is a shitty section of Quincy and the pier is a small peninsula that juts out into a small harbor across from a post-apocalyptic Procter and Gamble plant. One night we found a Playboy from like 1982. It had Dorothy Stratten on the cover and in one of the pictorials. She’s the girl rocking the rollerskates in this painting. Well, she will be when I put her face on. For now she’s a screaming ghost with a sweet body.
Shred.
fanfuckingtastic. all of it.
Yum.
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Bob Hoskins?! Shut. Up! And Ian McClellan wouldn’t ever work as Alfred - he *is* and always will be Gandolf…
By the way, that chick has absolutely righteous tits
Hey, their accents sound the same, man. Cockney “AH-WAHYA, GUVNAH?” accents that suck.
Dude, Hoskins DOES NOT have a fucking cockney accent! And no, I’m not sticking up for him (unless we’re talking about ‘Who Framed Roger Rabbit’ in which case he’s rad), I’m just sayin’.
And neither does Gandolf for that matter. God, with the exception of the latino fella in our film you are definately *not* in charge of the casting…
Hoskins doesn’t have a cockney accent? Bah.
I never said McClellan does. He sounds regal. Lovely.
Here. Watch.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Qgoo5loYgeM
Dammit! Toúche, Hooker, toúche…
I RECLAIM MY CASTING RIGHTS!!! VICTORY!!
Damn, you just cockney-ed the shit outta my blog! Seriously, took me like 82 seconds to realize what the fuck it was you were trying to type with all O’s ending up in places they don’t belong…
Now I’m wondering how it is one says ‘Hooker’ in cockney, for the obvious reason that it’s your last name, and also so I can accost the hookers on my street corner just like Caine (and yes, Bob Hoskins) would. Let me know…