Hello to everyone that reads this website,
Aaron Cobbett’s studio is going back to its original form. This website for the time being will go back to The Mongrel. Headquarters will soon have a spectacular portfolio website and no longer be a blog. As you know, I currently blog at Bombin’ Magazine’s website also.
As you may have already guessed, Aaron and I have something up our sleeves and will be working together on a project soon.
Thank you to everyone that has come to this website since I launched it in August of last year.
I encourage you to look around at all of the previous content.
Look forward to an explosive new project soon.
On Tuesdays Heather Sherman takes a break from painting at her studio at NYU, where she is in grad school, and she and I grab a coffee and talk shit about people we grew up with. Heather and I are from the same small town. The town is so small that we usually run out of “hey, you know who I hear got knocked up and/or is in rehab” in about fifteen minutes. For that reason, we must move on and talk about less interesting things. Things such as art. Sometimes, if I’m lucky… I get to check out what she’s working on back in the studio. Have a look!
The above sketches illustrate where Heather is going with her concentration.
Below is the installation she had up for the most recent open studio at NYU.
Heather tells me the installation is about ritual, and the adult hood version of something she once did. Heather’s father is a doctor. As a child, she would read a forensic pathology book of his about the various ways a person can die. She says it was a post mortum handbook. Every way you can possibly die is in the book. Buried in the pharmaceutical bag is a tape recorder of Heather speaking on and off for nine hours while she lays in bed, waking up occasionally and recounting her dreams. The colored fluff spilling onto the floor from the bag is actually the hair skinned from the rabbits feet that are attached to the key chain that dangles above what appears to be wolves. The animals are in fact domesticated German Shepards from old slide photography she found from a family long gone. The dogs are metaphors for family.
I’m digging this collage work from my new myspace friend whose name I don’t know yet.
check it out here!
Thanks Natalie for sending this over.
Social Experiment #5 : A courage metaphor. The Ropes – “Kitty Get Down” Video by Andi Krop
“Kitty” is a metaphor for anyone who has ever been scared or intimidated by the world.
After realizing that everyone else is also hiding and climbing their own metaphorical trees, Kitty finds the strength to get down and face fears. This is the only choice because if Kitty doesn’t make the change, no one else will. If you are like Kitty, maybe it’s time to get down.
I just posted this on Bombin Magazine’s blog but had to post it here too!
A slightly bizarre tradition has developed amongst the group of friends I typically meet up with for art shows. A couple weeks ago Kid Lew found a toy motorcycle on the ground and brought it as a gift for Kevin Bourgeois. Here’s the photo from Juxtapoz.
In keeping with tradition I found this chongalicious ear ring on the ground while walking to Joshua Liner’s gallery in Chelsea this past friday. It was meant to be. I picked it up, put it in my pocket and brought it as a gift for Kid Lew…
Kid has his nose pierced so I thought it would be perfect for him. He gave it to our friend Tonya though. She has her septum pierced so even better!
Gallery goers. The place was packed.
Last but not least… here are a couple of cute girls at the show. I dedicate this photo to Zoltan and BOMBIN’ Magazine’s beloved drunken stepfather, Jesus Martinez.
This is my favorite track on Tricky’s latest album Knowle West Boy. I love how aggressive the song is. On the record it has a massive amped up feel to it but I’m liking this more intimate acoustic version live.
Here is the album version… not sure how long this will stay on youtube. Turn the volume up and shake what your mother gave you.