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It’s You Again

admin — Wed, 22 Sep 2010 09:36:38 +0000

This is a lady I met at Burning Man last year. Part of an 8-piece installation, "Crude Awakening", this statue (540 percent the size of a human,) "Ecstasy", was something I remembered--and the crew from that year did, too--and that really made an impression. So, during the spring I realized that they had set her up in Hayes Valley, on Patricia's Green. Good to see you again.

Stole this idea for a composition from Mufti. Yoink!

Dangly.

And he too got to say hi again.

New Paint

admin — Tue, 21 Sep 2010 08:20:35 +0000

Still managed to spy some new stuff in the neighborhood before I leave. This thing popped up on the Wells Fargo parking lot at 16th and Hoff--it wasn't there, and then, one day, it was. There's sometimes a kid practicing tricks on his fixie on this lot, doing wheelies and riding backwards.

Life on the upswing.

Nature Boy

admin — Fri, 17 Sep 2010 20:20:22 +0000

Seems like I've been only taking pictures of the great outdoors lately. That's the way it goes, I guess. And I've been kind of lazy with the camera in the Mission. Oh, well. Here's a tree.

In Muir Woods, this.

Shrubbery!

I need to do a series of "faces" in nature.

Oh, Fog

admin — Wed, 15 Sep 2010 02:11:45 +0000

I just remembered that I was going to put up a couple pics of the crazy fog that rolls down the hillside every afternoon. (These are from a few weeks ago.) We did have a couple of really beautiful days recently, with the fog being just a memory. But, still it's always out there. As I type this, there's a blue fog pouring down Twin Peaks -- and this is supposed to be the summer in S.F.

It doesn't mess around. The fog.

Massiv Kaka. Every day with the fog.

Happy New Year

admin — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 07:35:43 +0000

Back! The playa was as it always is: there. The Man watched us for a week, arms rigid along his sides in anticipation of something. Maybe the fire, yeah, but maybe an Event we can't imagine. Anyway, we faced the rain, ate the dust, danced the beats, slouched useless, and had a great time. You know how it is. And if you don't, you should go. The Man burns in 362 days.

Playa dust. Hate it. Love it. Can't get rid of it.

I haven't made up my mind if he's a benevolent giant or if he's harboring some unspoken grudge against the thousands of burners in the unts-unts madness. Maybe he's thinking, When I walk, I will stomp you. Or, When I climb down I will give you a great big hug, and you will respect your fellow Man. And not stick them fucking baby wipes in the porta-pottys.

The Man Burns In [insert number here] Days

admin — Sat, 28 Aug 2010 17:00:22 +0000

See you! I fucked off to the desert with the crew. Here's a shot from last year.

I am the God of Hellfire/And I bring you/Fire!

Steps To Being A Hipster: Ironic ‘Stache

admin — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 04:01:03 +0000

Oh the headline is an allusion to this.

The Man burns in 10 days.

Stockpile

admin — Tue, 24 Aug 2010 06:27:27 +0000

The crazy-ass festival that is Burning Man is approaching fast -- zap! -- and our crew is busy busy busy putting our shit together. Survival is guaranteed with our around 450 cans of beer and 56 gallons of water, not to mention liters and liters of champagne and hard liquor. Oh, and food. But our apartments are growing short on floor space as we move along.

The Man burns in 12 days. Notice Lilli's color-coordinated boxes and walls.

And bikes. Sweet! This one is a circus on two wheels once Janne hits all the lights.

Silllllvery!

admin — Mon, 23 Aug 2010 04:19:33 +0000

(Cabrón, do you recognize the Soviet Tractor?)

The Man burns in 13 days.

Shiny!

admin — Sun, 22 Aug 2010 04:11:07 +0000

The Man burns in 14 days.