PAINT YOUR FAITH in Vancouver

SPOCK

“Are you sure it isn’t time for a ‘colourful metaphor’?”

Commercial Drive & E 3rd Ave.

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VAN ART

Ayden Gallery presents… 4th Annual Ladies Art Show

Opening Friday, March 5th 2010, Ayden Gallery presents a frontline of all exceptionally talented female artists, among those a close friend of mine and fellow artist Christina Christie…

Support art, check it out!

WORDS

Believe it or not – language lies. Actions speak louder than words, however, this is easier said than done.

Death

Sex

Flesh

Chance

Destroy

…Five words. Five constituents. Five truths. All of which I live by.

BUNNY

An alternative way of thinking.

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THESE TONGUES ARE TWISTED

…Presented by Shynola, neither shoe polish or the deplorably moronic.

BARNSTORMERS

If you have ever been in rural North Carolina (or any southern state for that matter) and noticed an unusually, out of place painting on the side of a tractor-trailer? Shack maybe? Or piece of farm equipment? Wipe the dirt from your eyes, and adjust the isomorphic dial that coordinate spatial relations and temporal relations among objects – blink twice. This is Barnstormers. A fleet of New York/Japan-based artists creating large-scale collaborative paintings, films, and performances.  They are a collective of up to thirty artists, each distinct in style, that have solidified their character and paint on the walls of barns in disrepair during their annual trips down to Cameron, NC. Their motion paintings, filmed from a camera secured to the ceiling, use the floor as a large canvas for the layers of their creativity to unfold. Individual incantations, together, invaded, and mutually manifested resulting in an organic shift of material. A  dynamic urban shift, unmeasured, but unmistakably street lethal.

Letter to the President features one of my favourite artists Doze Green.

All I Want For Christmas

Artist and designer Sasha Tseng has fabricated a device that will literally have you eating your words. Equipped with a message aboard, narcissists everywhere can now indulge in their own ostentatious ramblings in corporeal form composed on toast!  Each overwrought idea, or thought you’ve ever had is seamlessly  toasted into your twelve grain bread or poppy seed bagel. From there it is yours to devour, or your ex-husband/wife who unknowingly just received a slice of toast, along with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, with the word “DIVORCE” embedded on its delectable surface.

Bottom line, if you’re struggling with what to get me for christmas this year – this jem is it.

Sensations

This is a song of other species played on instruments of destruction.

A string of the most abysmal errors, we have created a composition now independent in itself. There is a decadence to its violent chaos – its collapse. It has become us.

Unlocking sensations through flesh.

Pressed.

Our thermometer rises through infinite acceleration.

Temptation.

Each time, it breaks.

Our hearts. Pulse

Legs. Entwine.

And lips. Kiss.

We are mad like the night.

This edifice enfolding us with its shadow of annihilation will lead us down into the irresistible dark. Searching for bodies external to each other. They come and they go, dissolving with the dawn.

Flagrant coordinates, you and I.

Withdraw.

SUSTENANCE