jerry saltz michael reid rubenstein skit

 

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Jerry Saltz Michael Reid Rubenstein: What I am about to write IS NOT A PUTDOWN of your art. You write, that “everything you see is priced under $950…” I am NOT sayiong you are a bad artist but I looked at some of those brush painting things: They are overpriced at that figure. There is no originality in the work; no spirit; no idea; no touch; risk; or whatever. I am sure many many people would not pay a dime for MY WORK! Continue reading →

Blank

 

Blank.  Nothingness.  Empty is the feeling we all try to escape; and we usually do quite easily.  We can escape it by going for a car ride.  We can escape it by just thinking alone.  Yet every once in a while some of us let our minds go to blank.  We let our thoughts drain to the point of nothingness and we lay still for a moment.

Some people think nothingness is depressing.  It’s like if they feel nothingness that they themselves are nothing and therefore worthless.  Blank.  There’s obviously no use in being blank.  Or is there?  If you’re blank, doesn’t that make a lot of room to fill in?  Hmm…It does.  What was a painting before the artist put brush to paper?  Blank.  The artist then determines the quality of the painting.  You are the artist.  So stop using a paint-less brush and put structure on the canvas, some foundation and then some color.  Then you can create your own colorfully filled self.  It’s not half bad looking at it like that, is it?

If you’re not depressed from the blank in your life; you are more than likely embracing the nothingness because you have to much paint on the brush.  Too much stress.  So wrapped up in your own little world that you just can’t see the big picture; so you go blank and enjoy it.

Life is a canvas.  Paint your own picture.  There’s always a way out to get a good look at it.

I need more paint.

by Jarrod Michael Stibolt

indie eternity

JIMMY large nose natural hipster totally informed clever funny sincere yet aloof

JOEY tall tan lanky physique long thick brown hair in braid striking good looks yet self-unaware

SHANNON athletic build attractive brunette accomplished poet so good she doesn’t need to prove it emotional sensitive tough

ANNE Joni Mitchell good looks bohemian self-effacing impulsive submissive kinky

ACT 1 scene 1

a deserted chic indie reception area somewhere present 8:30 PM

JIMMY (singling out Anne) you’re so beautiful i want you so bad

ANNE oh yeah you’re sweet to say that

JIMMY i mean it you symbolize hope inspiration in me

ANNE hope? oh god

Anne looks away runs fingers through her hair

JIMMY hear that song over the speakers?

ANNE yeah

JIMMY it’s “Home” Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes very cool check out rough trade east version on youtube

ANNE yeah right

Anne blows air out her nose looks away in Shannon’s direction

SHANNON (singling out Joey) do you read?

JOEY yeah some

SHANNON what are you currently reading?

JOEY uh a text about economic international relations

SHANNON hmmm interesting do you ever read literature or poetry?

JOEY nah not much

SHANNON like movies?

JOEY yeah sure some

SHANNON what’s you’re favorite movies?

JOEY “The Devil Wore Prada” “Eddie” “I’m Not There” i don’t know there are tons of movies i enjoy

SHANNON interesting

JOEY i need to ask Jimmy something excuse me

Joey walks across area to Jimmy

JOEY that western shirt looks so cool on you

JIMMY thanks yeah it’s a hip shirt what up dude?

JOEY oh god Shannon is hitting on me she’s way too full of herself way too available

JIMMY hmmm nice toned body bet she’s a tiger in the hay

JOEY not interested

JIMMY me neither but i could be persuaded honestly i’m blown away with Anne

Anne approaches Shannon

ANNE Jimmy is a conceited jerk he thinks he’s so cool Shannon you look so beautiful this evening your hair complexion

SHANNON funny I felt so blah all day what did Jimmy say to you? he’s not my type but not so bad if only he had Joey’s looks Joey’s shy sweetness look at Joey over there his eyes lips he’s so sexy I think I’m falling in love and yet i recognize falling in love requires a huge territory of untried tolerance

Anne’s fingers stealthily pocket Shannon’s tortoise-shell comb while Shannon observes Joey fawning over Jimmie across room

ACT 2

refer to ACT 1 scene 1

art school 3

1975 Art Institute is tactic for Odysseus to put off dealing with real world also investigate range of visual techniques gay instructor fruitlessly endeavors to seduce him he enjoys several affairs with beautiful girls yet Bayli haunts him main building of school Continue reading →

in fantasy

in fantasy i would fuck every woman on earth past present and future in fantasy i would pee in her mouth and she would drink and swallow and love it in fantasy i would fuck her pussy ass mouth armpits ears nose anywhere i could slip it in and cum all over her and she would gobble my every drop in fantasy i would spread her open and lick and suck and slurp her furry pussy and asshole until she orgasmed a trillion times in fantasy i would stick my head so far up her pussy i could wear her as a hat in fantasy i would fist her butt and pussy so deep my fingertips could tickle the inside of her tummy in fantasy she would overpower me and pee on me and climb on top and suck and fuck my cock and milk me dry and wipe my ass and change my diapers in reality i’m deeply grateful for a glance look just to be noticed a smile friendly word greeting flirt in reality a kiss and hug would feel so good a sexy touch would melt me just one special girl would be such an immense exquisite thrill in reality i’m appreciative for anything i can get

The Caveman and the State of the Art Fishing Rod

He was very good with his spear, which he had fashioned carefully from a fallen tree — a groaning fall he had heard personally one gloomy night long ago, when there had been flashing lights and a terrible battle atop the clouds. It had groaned very heavily, the tree, as they listened, huddled in their cave, and had then loudly thumped upon the dampening earth. And it had been he who first walked bravely out, after all the defeated cloud warriors stopped pissing over the land, and searched through the leaves and twigs for it. Continue reading →