“You need a ‘jump to conclusions’ map, so you’ll know exactly where to land.”
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And just when everyone thought it couldn’t get any worse…it does.
::shakes head:: Oy vey~
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/5350734711/sizes/o – (larger view)
“From the very moment of inception, the concept of money relentlessly choked us by our leashes…never contrary.”
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/5324389130 (larger view)
ps: I’ve been posting some random photography on my flickr page as of recent — check it out, if you’re interested in seeing what happens when a worm gets behind the camera :D
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder
I recently finished up some art designs for my friend Dusty Wright ( Culture Catch Ambassador / Laudable Musician ) who released an Xmas cover single for the 2010 holiday season.
This is not the version he ended up using — however, I felt a strong desire to post it here on my site because I happen to love the direction it took — and, it is also closest to the nsfw Wormintruder style as can get for this project.
Make sure to check out the version he used for the cover art too, ( flickr link below ) — the simplicity, which focuses more on him as the center art piece, is exactly as should be.
On a personal artists note: I love knowing that without the initial photo he provided for me to work with, this piece would not have transpired as it did – His hand extending the ornament to viewer really seals all the directional aspects which in turn inspired both pieces artistically. Major Baus.
If you want some happy holiday music to cheer up your eardrums, click on over to Dustys’ website where download links are provided~
http://culturecatch.com/dusty/christmas-coming-down-mp3
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/5286891699 ( Cover Art Version )
RK Sloane and Jez Velasquez
Sean Ross (dsr) – ‘The Ghost’ – Music
And so I decided to return to the Land of the Lotus Tweeters, Facebook Likers, StumbleUpon’ers, FriendFeeders, Tumblr Lovers, ETC’ers; Come to find…nothing much has changed. Everyone is still happily gorging on meticulous postings aimed @Luring and securing buyer / seller relationships. Sincerity is flushed down the toilet, along with every other false premise that these web experiences we share are anything other than modern day television ads selling us a bit of salvation.
What this means is: There is NO place you can travel on the information highway, without your maneuvers being monitored. Web transparency as it were, is the only clear path through these tiers and mazes. Every choice you make, every link you click is a potential sale. Social networks are geared around augmented reality being the logical choice, and fully exploiting the core values of your every move. That is, unless you prove yourself unworthy of being followed. In this case, you’ll be free to move unnoticed. Onward.
“If you buy into nothing, you are worth nothing in return. If you do not play along, then you are considered socially inept. Bullshit doesn’t sell itself, and time runs on currency. You owe big time – So on, and so forth.”
Ultimately…
It is an issue of how valuable you are as potential customers to these marketing purveyors and their unending queries. The more impeccable your online tastes and preferences; the more you will be sought after as specimen prototype by which these very social structures are built upon. Hence, prepare to be hunted if you are exceptionally professional about sniffing out the good shit online. Expect for someone to come knocking on your back door for the key to enter. Expect the media cults to know your ip. Expect them to follow all of your updates.
“Spend. Spend. Spend. Spend more!”
Tracking digital trails has become a way of life for these social media guru types to plan their startup ventures – So, if you are living predominantly online, and are somewhat interesting, or impulsive in your spending / viewing habits, then you will not be capable of hiding from those who seek to exploit the fuck out of everything you ‘like’ for monetary value. Therefore, “NO” still remains the most powerful weapon in existence. See how this works?
Unfortunately this can also be very bad for the economy to completely resist every hard sell to arrive. So what is a person to do? Don’t fucking ask me! I still buy shit too! Though, perhaps it is a call to be more conscious of our buying habits? Don’t buy everything we want? Buy only what we need? Sounds reasonable, right? Lessgo…
“Virtual prey. Herders of cash. Exploiters of industry. Cliff dwellers teetering the brinks of bankruptcy. Simulated audiences addicted to the consumption of self. Victims generated by memetic pursuits and those seeking to rule the web. Simply and effectively phrased: Everyone is searching for a route to riches, via the www. In the end, everything revolves around money – And, if your wallet is empty? You do not count. Oops! But, that is another story altogether…”
FIN~
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DISCLAIMER: As was exhibited in the diatribe above…storytelling can also serve as a viable source for learning :) But remember, I only write these fictional accounts of censure as traveling companions to my collage art. So, take the words for their personal worth, and stay safe out there, folks!
“I opened the door, and there he stood in a puddle of rainwater. He said terrible things were holding him down. Said he felt like he was carrying an invisible bomb as big as the world on his back.”
“Fingertips haunted by the ardent desire to touch face. Fallen hair spiraling the contours of mere suggestion leading to embrace.”
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/4298352081
I dreamt that I told you everything.
Therefore, I suppose it should be considered a gift of love for having not?
Probably.
http://www.wormintruder.com/IIIWhenIArriveIII.html
To safely get through alive and with health intact. Onward we travel towards the objective~
Happy New Year, Everyone! :)
True: I allow for my art to speak its own truth.
False: I do not know when to finish the process.
-=ooO.0.Ooo=-
Onward with the hat fashions ;)
1) In New York one need not consider the existance of other geographies.
2) The drive away co. kept our $150.00 deposit. They claim we stole the C.B. radio and burnt holes in the upholstery.
3) We live in an apartment we call a box (home sweet box, there’s no place like box, bless this box.) The landlords call it a studio, which is a very polite way of putting it. It’s a sub-sub-sublet and the landlord found out so we have to vacate said box at the end of the month. We have to find a real place to live anyway – so they can bang they box upside they haid.
4) I work at a sign shop doing layouts (drawings) for $250.00 a week (not enuf) It’s a good shop, and I’ll probably be making more money soon – just have to prove myself. The guy I work with, a brit named Ansley is an ex- record producer and indi- label head (rasta, funk, r&b) his wife couldn’t hack all the musician types + coerced him into moving to Brooklyn. He’s got a reggae buddy who wants to put a studio in his basement and Ansley has the bucks and the temptation so he’ll probably get into it again. I hate working for a living.
5) Run DMC are the kings of rock and their heralds blast them on the street everywhere.
6) I paint all the time – I’m working on six paintings. The east village gallery scene is uninspiring, so is everything else (soho, midtown, noho) but it’s summer and rather low key. The work I’ve seen is lame, no craft, no ideas, no guts.
7) Liberty weekend was wierd.
8) I haven’t thought of playing music – although there is a lot to go listen to. All the bands bitch about the lack of clubs (they keep getting closed down) I hate the door men at the ones that are open.
9) New York stinks something awful in the summertime.
10) The buildings and streets are beautiful, a frontal continuous wall of hard textures broken by non sensical decoration like it’s just been caught ripping off your t.v. set. I walked to work from the subway for almost 2 weeks before I noticed the empire state building was only a few blocks away looming over me like just another bunch of windows and bricks. When I noticed I realized I was only paying attention at street level. I look all around me now. Fuck’em if they think I’m a tourist – I am always.
11) If we get hungry at night, we can go eat anywhere. All night long. New York’s agogo + everything tastes nice
12) A man attacked commuters with a samari sword at the statten island ferry last week – god told him to kill all Haitians + people from the midwest.
13) I have seen John Lurie, Allen Ginzburg, Stiv Bators, Bernard Goetz and various bums who used to be somebody on the streets.
14) I hope there’s not a garbage strike this summer.
15) Fuck is used every other word here. The best was fuck you you fucking fuck.
16) All you guys should be here.
17) I have learned to eat while I walk.
18) We went to check out a homestead building (squatters) on our block, everybody bummed cigs. The entrance way was huge but filled with trash, no electricity, water or heat, just an empty shell of the building. We walked past the entry in the dark, back into the rear of the building over more trash and busted down doorways. The stairs had been ripped out long ago and a system of old fire escape ladders was the only thing to get up or down on. The building looked like what we would live in should the bomb go off.
The people who lived there were just camping out mostly punks, bums and fringe types, that weren’t really interested in working on the place or buying it from the city – we stayed and talked + smoked cigarettes for a while anyways. I was sitting on the last available chair like surface in the room which was a cage turned on it’s side with a rat on the inside. Guess we’re not gonna live there.
19) I cut all my hair off, real short.
20) David Byrne hasn’t had us over for lunch yet.
21) Everybody communicates through their answering machines here.
22) Today is Tuesday, the 10th or 15th or somewhere around there. It’s after midnight I have to go to work in the morning.
23) The $10.00 is for busfare for the typewriter Jud. Could you ship it out for us on the greyhound to the Port Authority – Stick it in a box if you could. Please, we’d really like to have it. Address is Ray Abeyta … E. St NY NY 10009 PH# (my work) xxx – xxx- xxxx – Ask them to have New York call me. Thanks
24) Scratch you cats later.
Love Ramon
*WI Note: I have left all incorrect spellings in order to preserve the integrity of this letter.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/4057767928
http://dicemagazine.blogspot.com/2009/09/ray-abeyta-brooklyn-ny.html
http://www.rmartinabeyta.com
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/08/05/realestate/05habi.html?_r=1
http://guestofaguest.com/directory/ray-abeyta/26448