Seriously, I just looked back at the pages on my blog from 2 years ago. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand I’m crazy.
Confessions
Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It’s been an undetermined amount of time since my last confession…
*Sigh*
*I stared at a person across from me on the train and I didn’t tell them they were ugly. They needed to know. I’m sorry.
*I ate meat on friday’s during Lent because I have a lust for meat that cannot be fulfilled by fish and it’s stupid relatives.
*I called my cat a slut. And enhanced it with pointing angrily.
*I had a dream about 2 dogs in my apartment. They were very clam but big dogs. On was a Australian Kelpie and the other from ‘Bud Air’. I was trying to read the tag so I could contact the owner. The numbers were 516-639 and the last 4 I couldn’t remember. I played the numbers in the lottery and didn’t win. What the fuck.
*I work on Sundays. Strutin’ dat ass.
*I don’t plan on seeing ‘The Passion of the Christ’. I plan on having Monica Bellucci to reenact it with hand puppets wearing a spaghetti thong and a “Push It To The Limit - Safety Not Guaranteed” tee shirt. Make it happen.
*I am sorry for these and all the sins of my past life, especially for the ones I haven’t even done yet because I just know they will be epic.
Final verdict:
2 Hail Mary’s
5 Our Father’s
1 Reciting of scene from “Planes, Trains, and Automobiles” when Candy puts Martin in his place!
and Weird Scenes Inside the Gold Mine session
Amen.
"You know you’re like the A-Bomb, everyone’s laughing, having a good time, then you show up…BOOM everything’s dead."
while deleting numbers off my phone, I come across “nick”. “Who…wha? Nick? Who the hell is that?” I still haven’t found that answer. I remember going to some site religiously, and visit this chatroom and this “Nick” hosted it. There were these people that would always be there too. Bolt? MySpace? I have no clue.
fuck it, I sent him a long ass text. There’s a 99.9% chance he thinks I’m nuts or actually remember me.
no card, I hate cards.
no breakfast/lunch/dinner.
no promises. they’re never followed through.
just another day I potty train my son while he (my son) watches the ninth gate.
Just another day.
Jeremy Enecio‘s dimly lit paintings and illustrations take viewers into a ritualistic space that doesn’t seem to belong to any specific cultural setting. Placid, empty-eyed characters appear statue-like; their actions, however simple, appear secretive and significant. The spaces they find themselves in glow with color-saturated light as they enact these inexplicable behaviors. Enecio chooses to cultivate suspense, allowing us to fill in these people’s stories with our own imaginations. Enecio has three new works up in “Vanguard” group show currently on view at Thinkspace in Culver City. Take a look at more of Enecio’s latest work below.
MORE: http://hifructose.com/2013/05/10/new-occult-paintings-from-jeremy-enecio/
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This Saturday, Los Angeles-based painter Van Arno (featured in Hi-Fructose Vol. 14) will open a solo show in Shooting Gallery‘s project space in San Francisco titled “Tame Nor Sane.” Inspired by Romanticism and pop culture alike, Van Arno presents a new series of paintings that pursue the erotic themes that run through his previous work, this time in a more supernatural and haunting setting. Nude women with voluptuous bodies partially covered by fetish costumes find themselves battling death or conjuring Earth spirits. Van Arno’s deft hand captures their straining muscles and knitted brows in these exaggerated struggles. Take a look at some of Van Arno’s new work below and check out “Tame Nor Sane” May 11 – June 1.
