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art, music and other wastes of time by larry p holdaway |
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This month at Club HELL, I'll be giving away *very* limited edition art trading-cards (ACEO's) to anyone who does ONE of the following at the show:
1) Trades me a card (or other piece of art) of their own.
2) Grabs my ass. (my personal favorite... lol)
3) Flashes me.
4) Signs up to model for my work.
5) Can tell me what my "Known Soldier" piece is about.
Limit 1 per person, while supplies last. Details and images of the cards are available HERE.
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Here are the art trading cards that I'm thinking about giving away at Club HELL. I made them on a whim, and never figured out what to do with them.
They're about the same size as baseball cards, and printed on acid-free, archival cardstock. All are reproductions of pieces that I've shown at various shows. There are nine, hand-numbered pieces in each edition.
I'm still not sure exactly what criteria I'll use to give them away. I'd like it to be something fun, sexy and kinda silly - like flashing me or grabbing my ass (so far, those are the most popular suggestions). Jonni suggested handing them out to people who ask good questions about the work, but the music is usual loud enough to make that one difficult (at best).
Anyway, here they are. Most are not safe for work... of course.
The Known Soldier
2.5 x 3.5 in.
inkjet on archival cardstock
hand-numbered edition of 9 pieces
altar of hubris
3.5 x 2.5 in.
inkjet on archival cardstock
hand-numbered edition of 9 pieces
Bathroom Vanity
2.5 x 3.5 in.
inkjet on archival cardstock
hand-numbered edition of 9 pieces
oral i
2.5 x 3.5 in.
inkjet on archival cardstock
hand-numbered edition of 9 pieces
oral ii
2.5 x 3.5 in.
inkjet on archival cardstock
hand-numbered edition of 9 pieces
oral iii
2.5 x 3.5 in.
inkjet on archival cardstock
hand-numbered edition of 9 pieces
ready
2.5 x 3.5 in.
inkjet on archival cardstock
hand-numbered edition of 9 pieces
willing
2.5 x 3.5 in.
inkjet on archival cardstock
hand-numbered edition of 9 pieces
able
2.5 x 3.5 in.
inkjet on archival cardstock
hand-numbered edition of 9 pieces
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So...
I've been thinking about doing an art give-away at the next Club HELL. I made a small series of numbered, art trading-cards, and I'd like to hand them out at the next show, *but*, I don't want to just give them to just anyone - only people who really appreciate my work.
Therein lies the dilemma... what criteria do I set? Previously, I offered them to anyone who grabbed my ass at the show, but there was only one taker - and that was via the inter-tubes (Danke Chrystyne!). I'm willing to try that one again, but perhaps there's something better?
I guess I'm looking for something debaucherous, yet legal - something to indicate that someone is a fan of my work, and is also willing to put some effort into getting a free piece of my art...
Any thoughts?
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Here's a sneak peek at my new series. As usual, it's NSFW.
Black Velcro® hooks on foam-core.
19 x 28 inches.
The image is only visible at specific angles, appearing as a solid, black rectangle from other view points.
This is the first in a series of mixed-media works showing friends and acquaintances performing fellatio on the artist (um... me). It's an experiment in interpersonal and social boundaries.
The idea for this project has been kicking around in my head for a couple of years, but I keep losing my nerve. In finally executing it, I am attempting overcoming my fear of rejection and facing the consequences of bold (or unconventional) choices.
I wonder how many people will think I'm just a creep, asking for blow-jobs in the name of art...
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I have an art-based dilemma. Sorta. There's a project I've been kicking around, that both thrills and frightens me. Uhg, I'm too tired to get into it right now. Later, once I've had time to rest and think, maybe I'll talk about it.
Thanks for everyone's kind words in regard to my sister, and our family's loss. She's home from the hospital now, recovering. We're still not sure why the baby died, but the burial is Tuesday in Seattle. I can probably take the day off work, but I'm not sure if I can afford to fly out. Sigh.
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It's been a day... or two.
Yesterday, my sister, Stacey, lost her baby in the womb. She was 30 weeks pregnant. Today, she went into surgery, had the baby removed, and held her son for the first and last time. I find myself unable to articulate how sorrow-filled this has left me. My sister is the sweetest, most empathic soul I have ever known, and the thought of her in such physical and emotional distress left me crouched in a corner behind the office, sobbing. Today was spent on the phone, trying to get details, and figuring out who is going to fly up to help take care of things.
This, of course, occurs in the midst of crunch-time. For those not in the know, this defines the period of time during a project when sleep, family and fun become and unaffordable luxury, where twelve hours in the office makes you look like a slacker. Yeah, take one for the team, you know? Because making a video game is worth losing everything: your friends, your family, your soul. E3 is this week and I'm not going. "Why?" you ask... Well, because ONE, there's too much work to do, and TWO, I really don't care anymore.
Okay, so I'm venting. A bit. But I'm coping. I'm eating right. I'm working out. I'm getting my blood-pressure under control. Angie and I are taking long walks every evening. Like tonight. We took a vigorous walk up the steep street that leads from our house toward CalArts. A good, sweaty, vigorous walk. The kind of walk where you start to remember how good your life is. At the top of the hill, there's a little, concrete bench, overlooking the local community college. We take a breather, listen to the school clock's chime and continue on our walk.
I'm not sure what we were talking about, but whatever it was, I was caught completely off-guard by the large cup of frozen yogurt that slammed into me. Apparently, the source of this projectile dessert, was the car full of teenagers that had just zipped passed. I turned, in an instinctive attempt to see my attackers and was struck from behind by a second cup, launched from a second car.
I snapped.
I'm running at a full sprint, after the cars.
I'm planning...
...two cars, probably 4 people in each. They'll get out the cars in staggered pairs. I can take the down the first two easy, they won't even know what hit them. They're expecting a stand off, but that's not what I'm gonna give them. They next two will be coming from the other side the of car. Easy. I'll drop one at the left, rear fender, and the next as he tries to come around to see what's happening. Now, for the real fight. Car number two. The next four will likely be grouped, somewhere between the...
I stop running.
Fifty meters at a sprint, and I'm not even breathing hard. I look back to see Angie jogging after me, panting and looking both confused and concerned. The cars round the corner, accelerating away. I reassure her and attempt to wipe myself off. We decide to cut our walk short and head home.
A drink and quick shower later finds me on the couch, thinking about my sister, and pondering the inner-workings of my own psyche. Did I really try to chase down two cars... on foot?
Thanks, I just needed to share.
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MeridianA night of improvisational exploration: the synapse between music, dance, and video.
Three musicians will be creating electronic/experimental music live throughout the evening. Several dancers will interpret and perform to this music. This will be the merging of improvisation on a new level.
Friday, May 1st, 2009 at 9:30 pm.
Price: $10
Melrose Lightspace
7600 Melrose Ave., Ste. N
Los Angeles, CA 90046
Performers:
Rhythm In Mind, 3am, Michael Feldman
Malice Dreaming, Heather Coker, SuperKate, April Rose
Tickets here: http://meridian.eventbrite.com/
http://www.ninthspiral.com/
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