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
The next volume of VALLEY - SISTER SPREAD is steadily approaching completion. We're currently still working on funding for the final stages of the project, and certainly will have new things here very soon, rolling out and on until the end of the project (and our VALLEY closes rejoicefully). Picture a gong making its name with a bang, and shattering. Picture a can being kicked across a field by a foot wearing high red-sequined heels. love, SHALO P p.s. You can also read more about VALLEYHERE. Connect with us. Blog about us. Suggest our literature to a friend. We are rock and roll people. vimeo.com/shalopee https://twitter.com/Shalo_P https://www.flickr.com/photos/shalo_p/
Here we have some lovely photos from a kind friend in Madrid of items plucked from the final bundle that left our offices early last month when the SSSPIRITTTT OF ECSTASY COLLECTION sold out.
We're currently working on the continuing volumes of VALLEY, and hope to perhaps drum up enough support this year to re-release the COLLECTION in full once the release of the final volumes are ready.
VALLEY is a sprawling narrative of empty spaces, in rabid appreciation of a mysterious figure pulled from life into the pages of SHALO P's COSMIC BUMMER FUNNIES. But this isn't a fairy tale in search of the ethereal woman of dreams, it's a submersion in another person, into an idea that affects its surroundings like a tiny sun sitting inside a candle store.
Maybe its basis lies simply in our solemn practice of fulfilling promises made spuriously, or perhaps in our fondness for embracing an idea from multiple vantage points until we are obliterated.
VALLEY has been the core of our research into comedy, lust, and obsession for the last four years or so (which, when finally released, could be somewhat considered our novel of several parts, and desperate measures). VALLEY is a game for those that pay close attention, and for those that don't scream into the mirror when they see some one else looking back at them.
It's a mystery temporarily transposed onto the fabric of my work like a laughing shadow.
VALLEY is also a multi-media project that will culminate later this year at a gallery space.
We will disclose it soon enough, and thank you all so much for all the support.
Remember to turn your friends on to our magic. We definitely don't suck.
FREAKSCENE // Catalogue d'exposition - SPACE 1026 (Philadelphie) // Collectif
NEW BOOK from acclaimed French publisher LE DERNIER CRI now available at our group show FREAK SCENE EAST, currently open at SPACE 1026 in the great city of hot man-on-man love, Philadelphia. We here in San Francisco can relate with a reputation for comraderie and wild abandon, and respectfully salute our sister city to the East with napalm sparkling jazz hands of furious vigor.
We know too well that it's just so darn hard to be a saint in the city.
Have a look at more pics here to scope out more work this wild collection of artists. You can also order one now - these are limited edition solid two-color screen-printed pages, masterfully handled by visionary screenprinter Pakito Bolino.
The sheer outrageous talent of this modest book could topple a bison onto its side from sheer shock.
here are some cool photos from our group show in Philadelphia at SPACE 1026. thanks to all the lovely folks involved, with special thanks to Keenan Marshall Keller & Pat Aulisio for bringing it all together. more photos are available on Thomas Toye's website.
"Best show no one's ever seen." - Charles Burns (author of Black Hole)
tell all your friends. oh do spread the word! this is a great collection of some of the most radically exciting mind-splintering violations to the artform of the juxtaposed narrative. take a look, we do certainly "bring the pain". the collection of books on view must be absolutely marvelous... if i were there now i'd probably stay for hours.
all fresh. all new. all now. the literature of the unspoken wow.
FREAK SCENE EAST is... Graphic spewings of beauty and weirdness undulating thru your eyes and into your reptile brain, forcing a miniature breakdown in your DNA, allowing you to enjoy yourself in a primal state...
FREAK SCENE EAST is... An overwhelming wave of 2 dimensional power forged thru vibrating formations of paper, pencil and ink, opening portals to dimensions of refined crudeness, painstakingly achieved renderings of id, the grotesque twistings of body, form and flesh, and reality-less vacuums of violence, absurdity and joy!
FREAK SCENE is an explosion of original art, prints and comics from 21 of the best in comics today.
Enter this den of FREAKS... and let your brains go...
YEAH SOMETIMES MONTHS MIX LIKE A DRINK PASSED BETWEEN FRIENDS (AS THE SHIP GOES DOWN IN THE BACKGROUND). two weeks ago the whole holy gang assembled in West Oakland for a nice time with friends and loving mischief-makers at CLOUDANXIETY : ANY EXIT, at LIFE CHANGING MINISTRIES - a classic independent noise outfit run by some of the surliest sweethearts in the East Bay. some news for the office: NEWCASTLE FACEALBUM COVER COMING SOON. is that a proper way to foreshadow? i have a secret, but perhaps it would be best to admit it in two weeks, when my pact will annul itself by sheer statute of limitation. i love keeping secrets. we heard of "love day" last month, and boy, was there love to play with around here. one of the copy editors inter-weaved a sordid love poem onto the mold of a pair of bona fide brass knuckles that she then rapped upon the boss' back with affectionate emphasis. we never know what he groans when he's in pain (you can hear him from outside his office at odd hours during the week), but it did sound sorta like: don't stop! i'm not dead yet! the truth is out: SISTER SPREAD will be the main focus of VALLEY volume III - SISTER SPREAD, currently being funded. you can see our past volumes HEREor just scroll below. currently out of stock. we are proud to extend our thanks to her kind tutelage and guidance these long years, and truly hope to exalt, with bittersweet affection, a comedic genius passed down from the goddess of frighteningly funny crying whiney bitches. she exists in the flesh and now on the page - for ever. we'll have more news soon. oh it's a bad secret (she's a mighty fine ghost writer with a mostly silent speech pattern), but we like secrets here, and you'll get nothing from us - nothing garnished on the side, but a chunk of collossol cosmic void! we were asked to talk about last month. here's the skinny:
THE OPENING RECEPTION
last night was lovely. got a bandana for a big banana - all red and patterned folkloric and fine. it doesn't fit all the way around my trunk of a neck, but it can work wonders if i ever got into ether. met so many rad folks, a carload of clowning dames all shouted out my name, and i felt my face flush with life. swoon! got dragged to a big truck by a blonde danish doll that took me up into sacraments of taut smokey ruin. i helped out with a massage for a pal by keeping up his front! drank beer with friends, ripped up munchies, and enjoyed fine company. sold out some books, and got hugged all over like a G-rated orgy. thanks to Hank and Malocculsion for transforming that ole' snuff film set into a dignified gallery - it all looked great! yesterday was like perfectz - like a perfectz hamburger of celestial dreams. closing is on (french) frieday! can't wait to ketchup with you again in West Oakland this week.
THE CLOSING RECEPTION
thank you to all involved in CLOUD ANXIETY : ANY EXIT! the second night: i never thought i could be amazed by (or even stomach) so much blood and milk used to such a sonically / visually visceral effect. thank you. thank you. thank you. as the drum glowed out like lava, a fragmented landscape of light swam all over the walls from a grounded disco ball at the base of the stage. i got swept into the arms of an after-party with kind hearts galloping head-first. thank you, Oakland. thanks, to all that came. thank you, Hank and Malocculsion.
thanks for the love! we're all mad animals! coming soon, new interview. FREAK SCENE EAST this year's edition of LOVE IS THE ONLY SUBJECT on Naked on the Internet. sp