a “very suspicious” letter

things are pretty dead nowadays – no one says anything about anything here at the baby art blog (even a new trevor brown book unworthy of comment) – and my email box has been gathering dust for months – no endless requests from multi-national conglomerates wishing to use my art for worldwide tv commercials – nor even snotty brats demanding i paint something free of charge for their crappy cd i should be damned grateful to be on the cover of – but mostly i feel so what, who cares, who needs all that, i’m happy being left alone – yet of course it’s still boring and depressing – i suppose my fault for having little interest in the world of retweets, friend-whoring and clicking “liked” buttons…?

enter the void a rare fan mail – even better one from a female – and better yet a desirably cute female paying homage to my art – suddenly it’s sunny again (at least for a little while), the worth of my miserable existence reconfirmed, batteries recharged : )

nursing me back to health this time is miss christine wu – an accomplished artist in her own right – the photos (deemed suspect and blocked by hotmail) are li’l miss sticky kiss inspired she says (and apologizes for her minuscule pigtails!) – but they actually remind me more of asobimasho – (it’s strange that so many trevor brown tributes often involve copious/gratuitous amounts of blood ..which is actually portrayed comparatively rarely in my art)

5 thoughts on “a “very suspicious” letter”

  1. Friend-whoring seems a desirable pursuit given the calibre of talent and beauty eager to befriend you.

    After spending the last 8 months or so writing on the consumption of modern art in post-industrial cities, all my opinions are dried up old cunnies on the slagheap of obsolescence. Nevertheless, I lurk – like most of your ‘visitors’ I suspect – in the fetid shadows of your posts, generally liking what I see. Every now and again I get the urge to contribute, but resist the urge for whatever reason. I can only say keep on truckin Sisyphus. Apart from the gaming stuff I get a lot of unholy goodness out of your blog (I gave up as early as MDK and the 1st Alice game).

    Here in this backwater little town of Hobart, Tasmania we finally have a brave, bold, flagship art museum (MONA) and are getting first hand exposure to a lot of work that would be well at home under your gaze. Some of it has featured here already (Tessa Farmer’s work for instance). There could be a lot to talk about. But I’ve said too much already. It’s time to go back to lurking. BTW: appreciate getting an idea of what you’re reading, as obviously your tastes run into fairly challenging currents at times. Would like to get your opinion on Houellebecq’s new work. You seem to share an outward insouciance with him that creaks under the weight of a thinly veiled egotism.

    I’ve wanked myself out… at least I made an effort, eh?

  2. i have “whatever” on my kindle but dunno when/if i’ll get to read it – does sound a bit like me tho:

    “…an alienated young man searching for happiness in the computer age. Bored with the world and too weary to try to adapt to the foibles of friends and coworkers, he retreats into himself, descending into depression while attempting to analyze the passions of the people around him…”

  3. ‘Whatever’ is probably his most forgettable work (that or ‘Lanzarote’). It’s too short to really go anywhere. ‘Atomized’, ‘Platform’ & ‘The Possibility of an Island’ are all great. He has a real talent for reinforcing the depressing notion that life is indeed “solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short”, punctuated with the occasional hedonistic escapism if you’re one of the lucky ones.

    His latest book ‘The Map and the Territory’, is a fairly slow-burner but worth the effort. He’s pretty much abandoned writing in sex, and that’s a pity because he’s one of the few writers who can do it well. The protagonist is an artist – naturally a reflexive misanthrope. Struggling properly capture Koons in his painting ‘Damien Hirst and Jeff Koons Dividing Up the Art Market’ he reflects: “Hirst was basically easy to capture: you could make him brutal, cynical in an ‘I shit on you from the top of my pile of dosh’ kind of way, you could also make him a rebel artist (but rich all the same) pursuing an anguished work on death; finally, there was in his face something ruddy and heavy, typically English, which made him look like a rank-and-file Arsenal supporter.”

  4. I comment when I feel like saying something, but at the same time you don’t want to comment too much and seem like a crazy person… you know…?

    Don’t whore yourself out for comments, you are waaay to good for that. Someday I wish to become as skilled as you in painting.

    Okay now I am done with my shameless flattery, keep posting.

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