Up till 4AM. Sleep a few hours then up and back online monitoring what is going down. My flat mate has a date for coffee, but I’ve been asleep in more ways than one and my mobile battery and camera …
Read: Paris Journal
A tale of two cities.(Or my life in that city.) There is Dan and there is “Blurb Dan.” I’ve written of this recently. So after the last ten days of high-intensity movement, promotion, projection and presentation, spanning multiple countries, the …
Read: Paris Journal
This photo is supposed to make you drop to your knees in front of the one you love and proclaim they hold the key to your heart. Begin now…ahem. Yesterday went like this. 1-Slept till 11:30AM. (A total of ten …
Read: The Lost Rolls Paris
As the sun rises on Armistice Day here in France I wake thinking of last night’s event. “The Lost Rolls” Paris exhibition, fittingly held in a unnamed space in Le Marais, was the first European opening for the collaboration between …
Read: Paris Journal
No this is not me. My colleague Kent who is an artist who happens to work at Blurb. Paris College of Art. FLUX Tired at 11AM. Reading at 3AM. One of the worst nights sleep I’ve ever had. Mid trip …
Read: Paris Journal
I smoked my lunch. I’ve given myself a codename for this trip: “Cacahuete,” which I think is French for “peanut.” So I came home late and decided to turn on the television in my rented apartment. Just out of morbid …
Read: Paris Journal
“I can’t believe how beautiful this place is and I can’t believe how much it has changed,” a local friend said(In a good way). “Well, if I see another old church I’m going to throw up” I answered. “All this …
Read: New York Journal, The Lost Rolls Launch
A bit rushed today folks. On the move again. Yesterday was a long day. The New York launch of our massive project The Lost Rolls. The day started early for me, with the glow of the neighboring hotel. So, I …
Read: My Lost Rolls, Paradise, Texas
Tonight is the NYC launch of The Lost Rolls and we are gearing up for a full-on deluge of artistic humanity. The book and magazine are alive and on sale and the fruits of the last few months will be …
Read: Newport Journal
Apparently there is this thing called “weather.” Apparently it’s not supposed to be sunny every single day for the entire year. Apparently “weather” has moved into the area. Consequently, the locals are hidden, birds spontaneously give up and fall to …
Read: Newport Journal
So my wife had a show. In other words the world stopped, tilted on its axis, wobbled, and then began to make corrections. It was only the most important show in the history of humankind. She’s been working on a …
Read: Newport Journal
Yep, this is how it’s all gonna end. A giant red fireball. Megaton warhead. We melt into a fleshy puddle and then find out our entire solar system is a microspec on some space kid’s snotty pillow. Damnit. All these …