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Chuck is calling all freedom lovers to arm to the teeth even more, get their religion on tight: "Thousands of cell groups will be united around the country in solidarity over the concerns for our nation." Man he's awesome.
I learned this today from Chris: Ghosts are actually caused by Chuck Norris killing people faster than Death can process them.
Crap.
I haven't posted in months even though Chris and I barely left the apartment. Now that it's getting nice out, I plant at the computer post more crap. Counter-intuitive, but I've just quit smoking, and have to have to keep my fingers out of a pack of camels.
I'll be showing new work in a couple of months - weekend after mother's day, May 16-17, noon to 6ish. It's an open studios at the building where I started renting a workspace in Brooklyn on 18th St. btn 5th Ave and 6th Ave. Madarts.org has some info and images of other artists participating.
Since I don't have any of the new stuff done & shot, I dug through the memory card and found images I took last year on July 4th when I was in Guadeloupe, Virgin Islands for a job. I feared I would light on fire there based on the bubbling hatred and PO(st) colonial set up insuring that the blue colored white people lived real real nice while the locals ate worms. I'm not blue, but pale white, and therefore lumped in with the descendants of braided family trees. Recently in the news, there were riots. Big fucking shock. Frenchie blues living in colonial splendor as I've never seen, and tent cities for black people. Who knew.
This mural was outside the hospital on the non-whitey side of town where I felt the pissed off poverty hard enough to wanna go blind. The island is beautiful. Especially if you're a vague euro-aristocratic replicant sucking off the wealth of yore.
Here's Chef Babette de Roziers, the native daughter of Guadeloupe and world class chef whom we followed about for a magazine shoot. She was unstoppable. I got to cook along side her working as the food stylist and had a lovely time and some of the best food I've ever tried. All Creole. She runs a Creole restaurant in Paris, hosts a Martha Stewart type series there, and has authored at least one book. Here we picked up fish from the local mongers who broke into a mini festival when they realized Babette was the buyer. There she is on the left.
Here are a few I shot at the Spice Market -
this lady was so nice when we came in with Chef Babette. Later, when I had to get more supplies by myself for the food styling, this same woman got all serpent and the rainbow on my white ass. Babette got word of that and let her have it. I never ate the stuff I got from her. I was scared.
