on art: archives 2010–12

Sunday, April 25, 2010
 
On Art part 23894321542

Let's just face the facts here. My art is not very funny. I wonder if I'll still be taken seriously.


Wednesday, February 9, 2011 

once you realize art is not special
you can start making special art


Friday, March 25, 2011 

on art#87949: on bad paintings

when are bad paintings considered bad in the sense that they are actually bad and when are they
accepted as bad paintings in the sense that they supposedly contain some inherent good badness


Wednesday, June 8, 2011
 
on art #9847578930952834pe

people need to get fucking tired of art


Sunday, July 10, 2011 

on art #yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyY

it seems like what you're saying should be a joke, but unfortunately, you are being very serious


Tuesday, August 2, 2011
 
on art #666

i forgot how, again


Monday, August 22, 2011 

on art #93+1

instead of a romanticized view of how a collective should function and what it should mean, 
i want to hear about and see the work, the work will define it
i sat quietly and tried my best to daydream


Sunday, November 13, 2011 

on art #111111

when you're punished for making rather than explaining, make more.


Wednesday, November 23, 2011 

on art #6996

without a local bar wherein discussions like civil war history take place, and where free tequila
shots are had in abundance in an anti-pseudo-self-conscious art-war free zone you lack a diversity
of experience and continue to play to the tiny Napoleonic art-complex circle-jerk fest of incest. 
self-referentiality can be A-OK and i'm sure your cousin might be hot, but if it don't got James
Brown-soul experience, here and now, then it's all a little flat game.


Monday, December 5, 2011 

on art #8hij

Eno never forgot how to write a pop song


Tuesday, December 6, 2011
 
on art #02

do not date another artist or your relationship will become highly self-referential


Monday, January 23, 2012
 
on art #2012

contemporary looks suspiciously like high modernism
#hippainting


Saturday, February 4, 2012
 
on art #2013

it is possible that you have become a better artist partly due to teaching
but no one will know until you stop


Thursday, February 16, 2012 

on art #0

become the cipher that critics refer to you as when not referring to you in review of your two-person show:
become the hieroglyph, not Anonymous, but embodied mystery
move past new-digital regional fiefdoms; they are overstated
remember, character value increases or decreases other figures according to position
the difference is proportional
play rock shows


Tuesday, February 21, 2012
 
on art #?=<>$+

philosophy not ideology


Monday, March 5, 2012 

on art #info@norbertogomezjr.com

i am ready to have an art show @ ur place
see: inbox me
various topics and subtopics, generally
re: (on) theory(-ies)
a how-to, if you will, historically
e.g., hysterically sublime systems
and, or how to get from here
to there (i.e., on "time")
in space, ink on paper
mailto: my@artistdomain forwards
to hotmail.
2012


Saturday, March 10, 2012
 
on art #2006-present

i’ve said too much:
wear more black
speech & space
prescription
wayfarers


Wednesday, March 21, 2012 

on art #2000

dear Houston, i did a bad job of explaining my art this past previous time
will you give me a second chance to smile less to tell you more
of the teenage unrequited loves, heartbroken late-night drives
one and only city strip left to right, garage rock romantics
i started coming off the Los Angeles chat coming down hard off her flesh
will you allow me to differentiate the social stats of the offliners
of the heavy prayers we made as cannibals, contradictio in terminis
Italiano, tribal death scenes, a savage rite

i traded the ghosts of the West Nile for the spirits of the Confederacy
will you forgive me for hiding how much i value you the most
of all the human beings, the responsibility of influence
bears, skulls, and Amazonian green inferno


Wednesday, May 2, 2012 

on art #4

it is not beneath you to make time for an enemy
choose an art critic.
if you are lucky, like me, they raise their hands
and wait for you in silence.


Saturday, May 26, 2012 

on art #1.1.1

your art is a good representation of  your regionalism
your island jokes
they are hard to puncture past your local cast of
your island folk
so i graffitied “fuck your insert city” in a bar far from
your ignoring eyes


Thursday, June 14, 2012 

on art #8

once your hobbies become fodder for performance
your every like, your favorite music history, album sleeve
a simple stroll or trip become scripts
love, maybe an insincere screenplay
remember how to deeply listen
pleasurably.


Wednesday, July 11, 2012 

on art #10:30 AM

people will violently defend their music taste; on art people defer to "professionals"


Saturday, July 14, 2012
 
on art #6:58 PM

is it ok to love your own new music as much as i do?


Thursday, July 26, 2012
 
On art#10:09pm

Today "sound art" is academic trash that ignores Roxy Music; 
silo concerts with the excuse of the abstract; Kraftwerk died at MOMA


Sunday, August 12, 2012
 
on art #3:49PM

every guy on an acoustic guitar, solo, sings like that
girls on a balcony, got something meaningful to say
American-folk animism


Friday, August 31, 2012
 
on art#703

Re: john cage meme is a new idea; john cage is an old idea
warning: sound art canons may make a frightening pop


on art #304 (5th of September 2012)

i learned about sexy silence through collapsing new buildings
broken boundaries , Blixa Bargeldianisms, sucking cigarette blowing smoke
at the birthday party. 


Sunday, September 16, 2012 

on art#220pm

for me, skulls are always in season


Wednesday, September 19, 2012
 
#1257pm

never ask about gendered dogs while on walk even if you sincerely prefer the animal to
humanimal who, with a single reply, briefly barks intellectual militantisms, generalizing
like the greatest generalissimos throwing you to the big bad breeders when all you really
want is coffee and a pet turtle instead of seeing more baby pictures. no dogs; no masters.