Yeah right.
It's like finding a dollar during a stock market crash.
Look around you! I'm winning!
Friday, October 24, 2008
Circles and Circles
Oh such a victory for color today?
Yeah right.
It's like finding a dollar during a stock market crash.
Look around you! I'm winning!
Yeah right.
It's like finding a dollar during a stock market crash.
Look around you! I'm winning!
Monday, October 20, 2008
Banksy Closes During Financial Crisis
So I understand that some famous person spent all kinds of time and money on a long distance flight and lots of supplies. I understand this person went to great lengths to keep his appearance a secret from me. The "artwork" he left in his wake was disruptive and shameful.
But he is gone now.
And all his remainder is gray.
What a waste of time for this man.
Meanwhile...
I continue to institutionalize the great campaign for an art centered on productive sobriety.
I hope my dear enemies are enjoying the artistic castration resultant from their pointless and childish campaign to stop the Gray City.
It is like quicksand. The more they struggle, the faster they suffocate.
But he is gone now.
And all his remainder is gray.
What a waste of time for this man.
Meanwhile...
I continue to institutionalize the great campaign for an art centered on productive sobriety.
I hope my dear enemies are enjoying the artistic castration resultant from their pointless and childish campaign to stop the Gray City.
It is like quicksand. The more they struggle, the faster they suffocate.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
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There are rules and people will follow them. Petitions to ban me from the Bywater and from Oak Street represent a comic attempt to tread water in a sinking submarine. It's almost adorable.
Look at how I can get you.
There are rules and people will follow them. Petitions to ban me from the Bywater and from Oak Street represent a comic attempt to tread water in a sinking submarine. It's almost adorable.
Look at how I can get you.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Now Maybe You Have Not Heard
BUT I AM IN THE CENTER OF POWER.
Sometimes you see me everywhere and sometimes you just know I am around.
The city crawls with ones like me and we are winning.
Artists paint where I paint and whether it stays or goes is all part of a much greater social, political, and artistic masterpiece.
The Gray Ghosts produce. The enemies of the Gray Ghosts have been conditioned by the fallacy of creativity so they are incapable of productivity's dictatorial individualism.
(Though soon power will covet their calories)
It is possible to emulate the Real Gray Ghost. There is no fear of impostors. Some pieces of mine are already in your neighborhood, sometimes on your house, sometimes in your newspaper, and sometimes on your television.
The creative class of New Orleans can try to run with me in an arms race if they want. However, if they think they're better stocked than me and they attack my artwork with reckless abandon, the best they can achieve is an easily fixable splotch on my canvass.
Other New Orleans "artists" will soon be forced to realize that what they're doing just really isn't worth anything.
Sometimes you see me everywhere and sometimes you just know I am around.
The city crawls with ones like me and we are winning.
Artists paint where I paint and whether it stays or goes is all part of a much greater social, political, and artistic masterpiece.
The Gray Ghosts produce. The enemies of the Gray Ghosts have been conditioned by the fallacy of creativity so they are incapable of productivity's dictatorial individualism.
(Though soon power will covet their calories)
It is possible to emulate the Real Gray Ghost. There is no fear of impostors. Some pieces of mine are already in your neighborhood, sometimes on your house, sometimes in your newspaper, and sometimes on your television.
The creative class of New Orleans can try to run with me in an arms race if they want. However, if they think they're better stocked than me and they attack my artwork with reckless abandon, the best they can achieve is an easily fixable splotch on my canvass.
Other New Orleans "artists" will soon be forced to realize that what they're doing just really isn't worth anything.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
McCash Misses the Mark
This article makes me fume.
Mr. McCash falls short in his attempts at narrative.
He fails entirely to recognize the dialectic between authority and chaos, productivity and laziness.
I miss one abandoned warehouse that nobody has seen in years and all of a sudden there is a flourishing movement?
That's a bunch of crap, McCash.
You accidentally uncovered a time capsule from a bygone era, nothing more.
Look around you. The specter of stability is washing over this city and it is mine. It is my art that has opened the door for the actualization of austerity in New Orleans.
The bone that Mr. McCash throws to his flailing network of flailing amateur vandals merely covers up their accelerating acquiescence to the inevitability of civic sobriety.
Mr. McCash falls short in his attempts at narrative.
He fails entirely to recognize the dialectic between authority and chaos, productivity and laziness.
I miss one abandoned warehouse that nobody has seen in years and all of a sudden there is a flourishing movement?
That's a bunch of crap, McCash.
You accidentally uncovered a time capsule from a bygone era, nothing more.
Look around you. The specter of stability is washing over this city and it is mine. It is my art that has opened the door for the actualization of austerity in New Orleans.
The bone that Mr. McCash throws to his flailing network of flailing amateur vandals merely covers up their accelerating acquiescence to the inevitability of civic sobriety.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
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