thereafter i'll just be walking around like the devil's jesus.
if you have a spare tmobile cellphone hit me up (or else!).
if you wanna contact me let's hook up that psychic link shit.
i'm so down.
you can write me messages around the city and i'll look for them, like a little note rolled into a bird's nest in a tree near the Bayview docks.
i will try sign language. i'm a walking / talking contradiction because i can sign language with my feet.
seriously though, no one's gonna bring my phone back to life and i gotta move on and get another one, just until my mad tremulous magnetic field makes its insignificant life fizzle out from proximitively panic-induced death terrors.
I consider them to be a part of the real bedrock of today's underground / independent comix scene,
where it seems that some deep thought is really invigorating the artform. Here we touch upon the the fine tradition of going bug fuck on a rusty cycle across the desert with chainsaw loudly running in one arm.
I can't wait to see what they have to offer.
Support COMIX, it's a thinker's medium. Support WEIRD.
"WELCOME to a night of fright and profound fun from the crypt of history and lavish pool of the fiendishly obscure, presenting a catalog of passions and obsessions, contemporary marvels now alive and walking this earth...
Awesome Stuff is self-explanatory and energetically presented, with none to blame but a host whose wild tastes preclude a knack for surprises and left-field devices.
The audience is cordially invited to sift, reflect, and sit agape to an intimate fireside chat on a prized subject, where as the lights get bright, and darkness deepens, and only AWESOME STUFF (nothing else) shines through.
AWESOME STUFF is a presentation -
TREMULOUS INSPIRERS -
Choice cut from the archive, a treasure trove of stimuli -
a fireside chat presented by Shalo P
(some flicker, whole lotta melt)
WELL WHATTA YA GOT?
AWESOME STUFF -
in praise of wild breezes.
Take notes (we'll have our own available) -
VIDEO PILL - a summary of Awesome Stuff - TAKE IT DOOD.
Elusive and rare beauties -
like dating the perfect set of conjoined twins.
A one night workshop, lecturous talk, with an audio-visual army in the wings.
LOVELY WORK TO CHOKE THE LIKE OUT OF YA!"
Presented by SHALO P
Thursday, September 18th
8:00pm - 10:00pm
184 10th Street
****This is part of a workshop series involving artists who will be showing work during the group show EPHEMERAL VESSELS: https://www.facebook.com/events/526534240812365/
Shalo P is a San Francisco audio / visual artist interested in raw emotion. His works span media as diverse as drawing, video, installation, sound performance, comix, and curatorial practices. Generally taking the form of vibrantly rousing celebrations of the moment, his videos play elaborate games through repetition, use of symbols and a highly thought-out approach toward the structure of video as both an extension of cinema and other visual languages, offering up dense layers of sight and sound within a conceptual framework riddled with personal motifs, and born out of universal themes of hatred, love, longing and sorrow.
It will be out next year, hopefully in time for its ten-year anniversary. I'm still collecting all available versions, many that have never been published on the internet. We plan to go on tour soon, and appreciate any support we can get from comrades in fabulous flash.
We're looking for spaces interested in our Cinema languish.
I'll be announcing some new fun shows, new performances. There's something real fun happening in Oakland California's Chinatown on Friday, September 26th (shh).
The sound project will be getting a soundcloud account too.
An old colleague of mine and I were having a little chat.
After a few provocative queries on the subject of casual sex in The Matrix (What really happens when one is impregnated on a one night stand? How are the bodies managed in this situation?), we encountered the great enemy: How does one slip out from beneath the burden of character development in scenarios where the characters present their profound disconnect / connection by not communicating to one another. Now, bend your mind around this one. Can sheer rhythmic gesture undulating in sets of two - placed amongst various peppering of recursive symbology - on the spread page and picture place (WHILE then radically nestled within pop whiz bang visual interfaces of flurrious sophistication) be laid finely enough with tempered precision to then not set itself to initiate a nobler dance of more solemn strut?
Is narrative not a dance the vivid imagination keeps pace with, with rifle and bullwhip?
The volume of themes placed in the comic book format are visually guided thought processes that rework their devastating silence for those that read deep. The palette is time spread on surfaces. The panel is the simplest puzzle - negotiator, the plateaus of spaces carefully presided over by an author of dimensions.
The notion of genre is a joke - it's the suggestion of blurred illusion.
The mind moves, it must move to mean.
Like the picture plane of a video screen.
It's all river.
Der Germans is a fine example of a character cut from this cloth. The recurring theme seems to be echo, and monologue within split bodies, with the action occurring as reflection, solemn contemplation.
"They" are a unit, enrapt witness, a chorus.
I hope to play with them more as characters. They have an animus / anima vibe, for sure, but also connote the mirror of the mind rapt in concave derangement - all at some twilight place somewhere or other - like a mirror in the dark - a point in space, mathematically. Its view of the universe is eclipsed by the perpetually mitigated confines of its introspection. The mirror is the thing with you blocking the horizon.
There are many truths in that the witness is changed by what is seen. I saw me Mum washing her arse once, and it made me turn into a seashell for a weekend. It was quite dreadful, actually, because I was then collected later that morning by a kindly red dye-job security guard on holiday, and then taken to her house to be washed, cleaned, and glued to a bit of jewelry in the sewing room - all before I reverted to my natural form, and had the unpleasantness of flinging myself out her window in order to get to school on time.
My Mum never forgave me, and wouldn't let me watch her wash up anymore. And now I think I'll never learn.
I'll keep paying the cat woman until this is all settled.
I asked this guy on the Bart to give me his life story. And that was what made up the greater part of the previous paragraph.
(and now, the obligatory "from the desk of Shalo P" moment) I went on Match.com, but couldn't find someone to light my cigarette.
The COLOSSAL COSMIC VOID will make an appearance in the new VALLEY book. SISTER SPREAD, here envisioned as a kindred spirit to the SPIRIT OF ECSTASY (patron saint to our efforts in the literary field, as much as COLOSSAL COSMIC VOID remains prideful chaplain to our endeavours in cinema with TELEVISION FOR GHOSTS - which is currently being treated to a re-mastering, if that were even applicable unto the master-less sort). As an anthology bound by concepts pertaining to burning obsession and - heh - comedy, its trajectory is set for a release later this year, coinciding with a full exhibition that will flesh out further (or would disembowel be more appropriate?) all the main concepts nestled within VALLEY. We are also working on two soundtracks (WILDERNESS & WOMB) for the event, along with the full cinematic premiere of TELEVISION FOR GHOSTS - THE SPY / THE SECRET GROUP which falls into the shadow of our VALLEY by grace of being produced during our VALLEY period (from now until it all dies at the exhibition, and our VALLEY shuts like it never existed). From the Desk of SHALO P : It will be quite splendid for me, because I'm a bit of sadist, and frankly enjoy watching people cry. For you, it'll be pure hell, and I can't wait to watch your lovely face twitch. Apologies and Sincerest Thanks! Hell Prevails. Oh my. love, ss https://vimeo.com/shalopee