7:45 pm. In middle of a workshop for legal issues pertaining to artist who do photography. The room is filled with 40 something year old 2nd rate commercial photographers who still believe in beautiful pics and human expression. Oh god! I almost want to punch every single one and save human race from these stupid liberal hippie junk wasting our time. And they go on about their precious projects and worries about getting their shit stolen or some prick suing them for photographing him with his mistress unknowingly. I raise hand and ask lawyer "so i can steal someone's photograph who has not registered their photo and register their photo under my name" lawyer "hypothetical you mean". "No. To be honest. Thats what i do. I steal photos." Everyone in the room gives sighs and ahrgs. I realize all these losers are photographers not artist. My hate rises to my voice quickly. I keep probing about intellectual property and flikr. Some bitch a part of the council at lacma something something interrupts me angrily while looking at me, why don't you take your own photographs. "I'M NOT A PHOTOGRAPHER, IM AN ARTIST. I DOCUMENT WHAT PEOPLE DO. I SELECT WHAT I FIND INTERESTING. WHAT I WANT TO SEE. I MAKE IT MY OWN. I PUT VALUE INTO IT." my voice is authoritative, loud almost bordering violent. The lawyer interjects, and the room shuffles in unison - i want to bash all of them with construction cranes. My blood is ready for fists. I can see all their idiot ideals stamped across their foreheads, in their disapproving nods. And i hear "its just unethical". What fucking idiots. The lawyer brings up baldessari and richard prince. Like these idiots know them.
I leave as soon seminar is over and head over to the nearest bar i see on 4th street santa monica. I see some hot girl with rolling rock so i do same. The scene is too ridiculous, too white, too bro-hoe y for me and i drink beer in 2 minutes and leave for eastside where i live and die, thugging.
For those new VVork fuckers looking at my site for the first time, read the older posts that all the kids seem to like. Read Cunts. Read my little cunts.
Ramp for killing people, 2008, c-print 10x14
Bob # 1, 2008, Silver Hiliade Print, 11x14
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