camp paranoia heritage

oil-stick and markers and old wood and such.... now back to the studio where i am cutting out paper landscapes and making crude ink drawings of people with RPG rocket launchers.

pay heed to the writings on the wall

the great indoors scheme (scam)

dear all and sundry, i have been down by the water, shooting off bottle-rockets at the waves, and walking around in the sand scheming and planning. and here is the general outline of what is going on for the rest of the year:

8th of may:
"ROCKFACE D'ARM"
together with D'Face.
Fifty24SF gallery//upperplayground
sanfransisco

12th of june
"THIEVES LADDER"
together with Chris Stain and Poncho
black rat press gallery
london

13th of june
"POETS OF THE PASTE"
together with Elbowtoe, Gaia and Imminent Disaster
ad hoc art gallery
new york

12th of december
(aint got a title yet)
together with Elbowtoe
thinkspace gallery
los angeles

yes, that should be it. inbetween this im working on a book called "glory, glory gloom", there is a very uncertain deadline on it, but i will keep you updated when i know more.
i will add a "business section" to the links list, put up links to the galleries above. some of them have some works in stock, so if you are interested in purchasing something, then go look and write them.

andagooddaytoyoutoo.

update and interview

Goodmorning
for those of you with time to spend: Alan Bernard out of malaysia conducted an interview with me last week and it has just hit the invisible electro waves. it is like a potato, coming out of the ground. very honest, so click below and go read it:

http://alanbernard.com/mayhem/interviews/interview-armsrock/#more-349

for updates i give you:

the blackratpress print show!
opening the 16 february. for more information go to: www.blackratpress.co.uk

i went to england carrying with me a broken window with a picture of a girl attached to it, knowing nothing except that i was to meet a man by the name of Mike Snelle and go look at some brick building (in london) in which he wanted to establish a gallery. i met mike in the airport where he stood waving frantically, dressed straight outta Cambridge, catering me into his battered car while lighting two cigarettes at once and confusing me with continuous speech. we then drove in to the worst rainstorm i have seen in a long time. i am no great navigator of highways and i never drove into london before, so it took a while for me to realize that we were not driving towards london, but in-fact away from it. here is the time when the alarm-bells should go off. "christ! what is happening here? i have been stuck in a car, driving on the wrong side of the road with this crazy englishman, who keeps talking about london and people smashing bottles over their own heads, while heading me deeper and deeper into the english countryside", which by now was getting rather flooded and the rain didn't seem to be stopping any time soon.
sorta between the lines mike finally tells me that we are going to some half abandoned village, where he makes prints, and we are gonna make prints and art and stuff and he "will even buy me a sandwich". ok, why not?
so, without any major accidents we manage to get to a thing that looks like a warehouse, it is in-fact a warehouse, and inside this are two of the sweetest and strangest print-makers that i have ever met. the turpentine fumes has obviously taken their toll. but they place me in a corner and gives me coffee and before mentioned sandwich, and then they tell me to start drawing. so i do and we work for two days straight and come out with two different prints, whereof one is being shown in that raggedy old brick building in london.
(on the way to put me on the plane out of england mike does an amazing bit of racing, and i actually believe that he is talking faster the faster he drives...)

ok, thats all for now. have a nice day.

a day at the office

when im not milling around down by the river, looking for the holes in fences and old pieces of wood, i am in the practical corner, sorting out the office and trying to write down my thoughts on the subjects of thieves, ladders and how to build walls through london galleries. this means that i am not getting to write the letters that needed to be posted, or do any of the other practical things that i was supposed to be doing today. but i do get to walk around down by the river, getting my feet wet. finding great comfort in the thought that it somehow makes sense.
now, away from this damn machine, but not before i put up some drawings from a show from last year. voila, there you got em, now i will go put the hammer down.

weird shit i find on the shelves...

i found these packed away in a corner of the

studio, late night play-no-work from last year, for my obsession with puppet theater and homemade worlds...

studio picture of the day

the studio is full of sketches of war, conflict and car accidents. why, i cannot tell you yet...

february comes with crazy music

early mornings out on the streets, in-between the rainstorms, frozen breath and a very special kind of solace, crazy conversations with children on their way to school, little backpacks too heavy for this early morning, cops circle around the block like sludging vultures, i circle with them for a moment, argue with old man in window, smoke with coffee on bridges and home along the river.