oh dada month, will you ever call back

Hey gang, thanks for hanging out with us throughout DADA month. I know, it's over, so sad, but trust me, Marcel and all those other fun funsters wouldn't want you to ever stop, so I know I won't. Keep sticking around, and you'll see. Ol' Chris here has some twists and turns in store for you. Say boho, and say it loud. Coco!

michelangelo bids you a fond farewell

who's the man with all the sexy ladies

Rich Tuttle!

artist poem: cezanne

artist poem: robert rauschenberg

Happy Easter!



a little poesy for you day:
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a
an aphid lingers
asphalt oh a number
benumbered raw
and listless

damien hirst

A video of a shadow. Is it Damien Hirst? Boho coco...

artist poem: monet

Hey guys, here is a video of a shadow reading in the guise of Monet. I call it my artist poem series (creative, yes), and I hope you get your freak on.



text:
artist poem 1:Monet


Monet complained daily
to his wife,
"oh, I just don't
like asparagus,"
and he would nap in an
old Buick
"give me a cigarette,
love" he'd
hiss waltzing
the tips of Niagra.
"oh to jump!"
he would sound.
orange paint stained
the sides of his pants'
pockets.
"it's a modern affair,
this...this...
this...sad chase to the
bottom
of everything."
he read newspapers
and snapped pictures of
celebrities depicted there-in.
next he'd cut slices from
the photos, toss
'em in a bowl, and
eat 'em
like cereal or salad.