Cute Bunnies
We just traded a giant sewing pin for this print.
Taking pictures of artwork is like trying to photograph sex or the Grand Canyon. It's all great up in your face but the pictures leave a fake impression of the whole situation seeming bland and unimpressive. However, no one ever made a fortune out of shitty vacation pictures. I guess even common metaphors, in the spirit of linguistic paladins, have their own prices and values much like their mathematical equivalents: the fraction.
Max rada dada stopped by the other day. He was somehow driving from Hawaii to North Carolina and decided he'd drop in for some "pleasant pheasant" which did, indeed, utilize a stuffed pheasant. Max likes to count before he throws things and really let you know when it's coming at you. Afterwards we signed the wooden leger of P. P. participants as numbers 1540 and 1541. That's a lot of P. P.!
He then procured samples of our hair and was on his way.
And here's me at my wedding, jacket off, tie loosened, really about the event more than the occasion.
And by someone's recommendation I finally got my tape made:
Anyway, enough about me. How are you?
Taking pictures of artwork is like trying to photograph sex or the Grand Canyon. It's all great up in your face but the pictures leave a fake impression of the whole situation seeming bland and unimpressive. However, no one ever made a fortune out of shitty vacation pictures. I guess even common metaphors, in the spirit of linguistic paladins, have their own prices and values much like their mathematical equivalents: the fraction.
Max rada dada stopped by the other day. He was somehow driving from Hawaii to North Carolina and decided he'd drop in for some "pleasant pheasant" which did, indeed, utilize a stuffed pheasant. Max likes to count before he throws things and really let you know when it's coming at you. Afterwards we signed the wooden leger of P. P. participants as numbers 1540 and 1541. That's a lot of P. P.!
He then procured samples of our hair and was on his way.
And here's me at my wedding, jacket off, tie loosened, really about the event more than the occasion.
And by someone's recommendation I finally got my tape made:
Anyway, enough about me. How are you?
posted by Matthew Pazzol at 4:38 PM
1 Comments:
It was the equal of pleasant or better, if that's what you mean.
I'd do it again.
And we didn't trade him for the print. The rabbits belong to a guy named Matt. I don't remember his last name. I'm lame like that sometimes.
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