Aug 10, 2013

earlier this summer, RI

Jul 3, 2013
my bro’s movie: despicable me 2 - in theaters now….check it out

my bro’s movie: despicable me 2 - in theaters now….check it out

Jun 11, 2013
Jan 15, 2013

The trick — and it’s imperfect and can take a while, but — is simply to write something else. Don’t let your hands go cold. Don’t let yourself stop thinking. Shift to something different.

[…]

It’s about letting your backbrain chew on the problems while your frontbrain is amused by the new and shiny things.

[…]

Write something else. Anything else. Either you’ll solve the problem in the background, or get the taste back for what you’re stuck on — or, guess what, maybe that whole thing was dead and you were just shoving electrodes up it to make it twitch in an awful semblance of life the whole time.

Warren Ellis » FAQ 18dec12: An Angle Of Attack On Writer’s Block (via merlin)

(via merlin)

Jan 15, 2013
Nov 19, 2012

all paintings: oil on wood panel, Sandy relief price: $450
dimensions: top 2 rows: 5 x 10”, bottom row: 6 x 12”

PAINTING SALE TO BENEFIT SANDY RELIEF

About the Beach Paintings

My family spent every summer on Fire Island until I was about 14 and I grew up with stories of the hurricane of 1938 and how in its aftermath there were houses floating in the Great South Bay. Even though the destruction that Sandy wreaked on the island has been fierce and devastating, there is an acceptance of the effects of storms on barrier islands and a commitment to rebuild.

Over the years I returned to Fire Island because it has always been for me a place of escape, solitude and reflection. This sand bar has a scrappy wildness to it that no amount of civilization can erase. These paintings were made during the summers of 2000-2004.  The house I stayed in is most certainly badly damaged if not destroyed and perhaps even the spot where I sat painting has been reclaimed by the sea.

But I know that the beauty and majesty of the ocean remains unchanged as does the rare quality of the light.  And it is this inevitability and timelessness that these paintings were always about: the feeling of being at the edge of the earth and the experience of the line where ocean meets sky, watching the horizon fade into fog or emerge crisp and clean in the sun’s bright light. These paintings bear witness to what has transpired for thousands of years: the ebb and flow of tides, occurring at times with great violence but some times with barely a whisper.

I am offering these paintings at half their retail value to benefit the victims of devastation brought by Sandy to New York.  The “Sandy relief price” is $450.


To participate please visit:
http://www.meledandri.com/sidepages/sandy.htm

Oct 15, 2012

(Source: blondemanifesto, via merlin)

Oct 3, 2012
theparisreview:

They called it a landslide as thougheverything shifted and the weakand strong alike were buried alive.Not true. We simply came home.Mike mows the grass and when he wheels itinto the garage, laughs. Probablythinking of that goddamn tank.I don’t forget any of the faces.Wet palms, bad breath, large mouths.We didn’t work the crowds so muchas they worked us. Mike would say“this is the real America.”Mike’s always been the sincere type.Mike reads the postmortems and pondersa rematch. I draw the shades.The lights seem harsher these days,moonlight not what it used to be.Somewhere in Iowa I dropped an earring.Haven’t felt quite dressed since.I spend too much time in bedwhere I’m always properly dressed, propped upwith a dozen pillows. Mike wavesthrough the window and pitchesagainst the siding. No longer concernedwith camera angle, he’s getting a bit morevelocity into his curveball. I’m the roarof the crowd as he brings the hummer infor strike three.—Rick Adang, “Letter from Kitty Dukakis: Between the Election and the Breakdown”

theparisreview:

They called it a landslide as though
everything shifted and the weak
and strong alike were buried alive.
Not true. We simply came home.
Mike mows the grass and when he wheels it
into the garage, laughs. Probably
thinking of that goddamn tank.

I don’t forget any of the faces.
Wet palms, bad breath, large mouths.
We didn’t work the crowds so much
as they worked us. Mike would say
“this is the real America.”
Mike’s always been the sincere type.

Mike reads the postmortems and ponders
a rematch. I draw the shades.
The lights seem harsher these days,
moonlight not what it used to be.

Somewhere in Iowa I dropped an earring.
Haven’t felt quite dressed since.
I spend too much time in bed

where I’m always properly dressed, propped up
with a dozen pillows. Mike waves
through the window and pitches
against the siding. No longer concerned
with camera angle, he’s getting a bit more
velocity into his curveball. I’m the roar
of the crowd as he brings the hummer in
for strike three.

Rick Adang, “Letter from Kitty Dukakis: Between the Election and the Breakdown”

Sep 21, 2012

things i saw in chelsea

and some art that i liked…

Sep 15, 2012
bom dia  (Taken with Instagram)

bom dia (Taken with Instagram)

Sep 14, 2012
kevin doing his electric thing, getting the space ready for @mikeperrystudio ‘s wondering around wanderingopening tomorrow, saturday 9/15, 983 dean st, 6-11

kevin doing his electric thing, getting the space ready for
@mikeperrystudio ‘s wondering around wandering
opening tomorrow, saturday 9/15, 983 dean st, 6-11

Sep 8, 2012
last minute:still making booklets to give to studio visitors
But (rain & shine) the studio is ready for the (GO) weekend
Please come visit: https://www.gobrooklynart.org/studio/randomthoughts

(what’s this all about?)

last minute:
still making booklets to give to studio visitors

But (rain & shine) the studio is ready for the (GO) weekend

Please come visit: https://www.gobrooklynart.org/studio/randomthoughts

(what’s this all about?)

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