Band of Brothers

Brian and Matt post hot tub, Santa Fe, New Mexico.

OOPS!

Getting Screwed by Congress

I got a letter from the government the other day. I opened up and read it, and said they were . . .

Sad Little Bird

Last week, my friend Isra told me about a strange scene that she had encountered on her way to work. Coming upon a dead bird on the sidewalk, someone had decided to place a flower as a memorial. Very nice gesture, I tracked it down in order to make this picture.

Bull Crap!

The other night I was listening to the Bulls game while driving home from teaching. I got so pissed when they started to blow the game that I started to bang on my steering wheel. Bull Crap!

Holy Poetry!!!!!

Come one come all . . . Next saturday, my good friend Daniel Johnson will be giving a poetry reading at Harold Washington Library. The show should be really exciting: Daniel's poetry will be accompanied with found film footage that I helped him edit and an upright bass performance by musical extraordinaire, Joel Wanek. Samples will be broadcast on NPR this coming friday.
Saturday, April 29th
Harold Washington Library (400 South State Street)
Video Theater (basement)
12:00 Noon

D-76 Bomb

Two days a week I teach back to back photography courses at Loyola University here in Chicago. Tuesday morning I woke up sick as a dog and yet I showed up to work on time. I arrived at the darkroom only to find that we had run out of D-76 film developer. Perhaps I was groggy from my cold, but after mixing 10 gallons of D-76 stock solution, I lost my grip on the container that I was holding and proceeded to dump the entire 10 gallons all over myself. Needless to say, I feel slightly sicker today. The strangest thing about the whole fiasco was that the developer dried on my sweatshirt in the exact shape of a heart. Robin says I look like a mix between a Care Bear and a Garbage Pail Kid. You can't win them all . . .

Nuge Wuz Here (2006)

I hate it when morons park in front of my building!

The Best Graffiti

I think that this might be the best graffiti I've seen in quite some time.

2 Years & Counting . . .

Last night Robin and I celebrated the second anniversary of our first date. Here we are getting ready to go out to dinner, doesn't she have beautiful eyes?

Preparation for the Big Show

This first, I'll be premiering "The Car Project" at Peter Miller Gallery here in Chicago. There is so much to do to get ready and I couldn't of done any of it without my good friend Josh Dunn. Josh is a contractor/carpenter/ all around manly man and he helped me with the sculptural portion of my upcoming exhibition. Josh is currently renovating an old spring factory up on Wood and Damen and he constructed a frame for my car cover out of piping and joint, I feel really lucky to have such talented friends. One thing that's so cool about the old spring factory is the remnants of the old inhabitants of the space.

The Times They Are A Changin'

Early morning snaps of the currency exchange that recently closed on the corner of our street, now where are we going to go to get our laundry quarters???

The Morning After

Robin and I live around the corner from an Irish bar called Emmits Pub. Every year, a bizarre ritual occurs right around March 17th: a line forms around the block consisting of folks eager to drink in Saint Patty's Day at an "authentic" Irish bar. The next day we always find lots of stupid green hats scattered about the pavement.

Julie Doucet

A Snowy View of the City

One of the best things about our trip to Montreal was the people that we met. In addition to the people at Dazibao who are all incredibly warm and friendly, we were also fortunate enough to meet new friends and amazing artists, Jun Yang and Jerome Fortin. After a delicious dinner of Greek food and conversation, Robin and I grabbed some drinks with Jun, Jerome and Anne Marie (Interim Assistant to the Director at the gallery). After a few beers, Jerome and Anne Marie drove us to the top of a mountain overlooking the city. Here is the view obstructed by snow.

Unlimited ID

Thursday night was the opening at Dazibou and the show looked fantastic. I exhibited my book "Dream Job" in a new format (Click Here To View) and really loved the way it turned out. This was my first International show and I felt honored to be in the company of the other artists in the show. The people at Dazibou are amazing and they have an exciting agenda/publishing house. After the show we all went out to dinner and later on for drinks with Jun, Jerome and Anne Marie.

The Good Life

Once we arrived in Montreal, Robin and I caught a cab to our hotel, La Residence du Voyageur. You know you've found a sweet hotel when they leave a towel swan on your bed.

TRANQUILITY

Wednesday morning, Robin and I left early to catch our flight to Montreal. When we got to the airport, we came across this guy, passed out on the floor with a tattoo that read tranquility.

Molester Van

Last monday night, I drove over to BlackPoint Editions to finish up some printing for an upcoming show at Peter Miller Gallery here in Chicago. On our way out of the building, Walker (the owner) and I noticed a sweet sticker on the side of a van that was parked next to my black honda.

Mr. Mom on Crack

Here we have an innocent picture of my cousin Mike with his daughter Izzie. Mike recently took some time off from work to be with his newborn daughter; however, there is a darker side to this story:
a) Mike's a lunatic
b) He's a rabid, season ticket holding, riot inciting Mets fan
c) He spends his days dragging his daughter from nerdfest to nerdfest, exposing his daughter to the likes of Keith Hernandez, Jay and Silent Bob. In the words of my dead grandmother: Oye Vey!!!