Monday, May 24, 2010


Works donated to Papergirl-Berlin. All are about 1 meter by 70cm, give or take. Some have funny things written in them too, click on 'em to check it out. Papergirl is an event where people ride around on bikes and toss away artwork to people in the streets.

come down off the cross we could use the wood

i drank a glass of salt give this thug a hug the only thing to live for is to drink

they prepare drinks like they prepare to impregnate spring ahead or fall behind poetry didactic rhythm fantastic

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Thursday, May 13, 2010


20100512_7124 - series4

Below are some older works with a similar thing going on

Ladies workin the roads on the way to Ambato


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Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Light Graffiti

All images probably J. Paglione - copyright ©
Just thought I'd share this as I never got around to posting more than 2 or 3 images way back when. I'm posting some images at the advice of the artist Tanksy.

The above shot with all the animals and monsters was all done in one take with me running around like mad in the complete black dark cold winter night of these ruins.

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Gulf Oil Slick

To me, it may be that the most beautiful place in the world is - or was - the Gulf of Mexico. Perhaps it is in part due to our greed that we bleed our mother dry. And it does look very much like blood. And just like the remnants of the Tairona culture warned us, there are points at which there is no turning back. Other Native American peoples have said the same things. But even western science acknowledged long ago that we are and have long been "Beyond the Limits." And the further we take it the harder we will fall, until there comes a time when there is no getting up again, at least not for humanity, not for us.

We are - all of us - responsible.

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Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Dreem Teem

The dots I make with my fingers & they're representative of the dreaming - coming from aboriginal Australian art which was used to teach younger generations about that part of life.
Dream Team

Dream Mammal


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The Dreaming

The dots I make with my fingers & they're representative of the dreaming - coming from aboriginal Australian art which was used to teach younger generations about that part of life.

What do you dream about?

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Monday, May 10, 2010

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Freedom of speech

la propaganda política ass of the dog that bit me


"Freedom of speech is the freedom to speak without censorship and/or limitation. The synonymous term freedom of expression is sometimes used to indicate not only freedom of verbal speech but any act of seeking, receiving and imparting information or ideas, regardless of the medium used. In practice, the right to freedom of speech is not absolute in any country and the right is commonly subject to limitations, such as on 'hate speech'."
- Wikipedia

"Everyone has the right to freedom of opinion and expression; this right includes freedom to hold opinions without interference and to seek, receive and impart information and ideas through any media and regardless of frontiers.""
- Universal Declaration of Human Rights

"If large numbers of people believe in freedom of speech, there will be freedom of speech even if the law forbids it. But if public opinion is sluggish, inconvenient minorities will be persecuted, even if laws exist to protect them."
- George Orwell

"I am opposed to any form of tyranny over the mind of man."
- Thomas Jefferson

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Sunday, May 2, 2010

El dos de mayo de 2010 en Berlin

El dos de mayo de 2010 en Berlin

El dos de mayo de 2010 en Berlin


El dos de mayo de 2010 en Berlin

El dos de mayo de 2010 en Berlin

So, normally I don't think its necessary to explain artwork - since you, as a product of this new mediascape, are so versed in media that you either like it or you don't and I trust your judgment - but I was asked by someone I know to do so... so I will. And here goes:

First, the title is taken from Goya's work but the date and place are changed. Lot of the significance of doing artwork in the street is related to this time of year & relevantly I am thinking a lot about Goya's series of etchings Los Desastres de la Guerra. I first saw them while living / studying in the Provence and this collection of works (which I saw in a semi-private collection) is one of my favorite and one of the more emotionally provocative series of works. And you can see them here:

The black text reads:
My barrow run a flat tire & i ain't
got nuthin' but bricks to move - wet
cement - peanut butter on the roof
of my mouth - buying a dollar's worth a
fat & blood - & laying forty-two cents down
in a chocolate man's Mrs Winners cup -
the black woman with a white mouth &
a stolen bicycle - do you hear
the rooster crowin'?
-i dont really believe in all this shit

The blue text reads:
Las mujeres preparaban la chicha.

The first line of the blue text means:
The women prepare the chicha (a strong alcoholic beer in ecuador - often drunk in great quantities around the solstice on June 21 or so).

The second line meas:
To impregnate (themselves)

Black Text:
So, the black text is representative of my life in the South, the religious and racial tensions, and the growing discrepancy between the rich and the extremely poor. It seems that often in my life I found myself pushing a wheel barrow with a flat tire filled with bricks and solidified wet cement, something I always hated doing. But it's also a metaphor for life and the difficult situations we all go through, suffering. And it's like peanut butter on the roof of my mouth, sticky, a product from the South, but somehow wonderful just the same. There were a few years when I would use fat and blood in my artwork and was always surprised about how inexpensive fat and blood packages were in Savannah, Georgia. Often after buying things like that I would be asked for change and I recall one man asking for forty-two cents. Another time in Savannah a woman who had been using too much crack and had stolen a bicycle asked me to help her because she did not know how to ride a bicycle. And I don't mean that she simply had no experience, I mean that she was confused as to where to sit, which direction it would go in, and whether it was a horse or something. Anyway, she had used too much crack at the time. And then I leave it with a question about whether or not you can hear the rooster crowing. It's just a thing. I mean, the South is known for its roosters, chickens, and maybe my words - at least for me - they sort of bring together all of these feelings I have about the South, the people, the culture, race relations, economic disparity, etc. And then I end with a general feeling I have that sometimes it all just seems unreal, surreal, maybe an illusion or a dream.

Blue Text:
So this is sort of how I feel about the intellectuals who come from South America, specifically the Peru / Ecuador region. And I feel that they, along with just about everyone else, look contemptuously upon the people who have been there longest, the Inca, Quechua, or just anybody living on the land. Anyway, it's a quote from a Peruvian intellectual and exile I met a while back. Nice guy.

So, ... I'm tired of writing now so I'm going to stop. (I didn't write about the finished work or public space because, who's going to read this anyway)

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