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During my 2008/9 Stencil Nation book tour, I set up an event with Matteo Grieder at his art space Zeitvertrieb in Vienna, Austria. Matteo was nervous about the turnout (a common anxiety during my European tour), but I had Pod and Austrian artist Dieter Puntigam backing me up with live VJ and DJing. A nice crowd came for my presentation, bought books, ate and drank, and made a great scene for the event. Matteo was surprised and happy with the results.

A month ago, Matteo approached me with a request for photo submissions to his fun art zine “Artyfucked”. It is mostly a sketch zine, but he also features street art from cities around the world. Issue #8 features my stencil photos (the cream of the crop) from SF. They mostly cover 2011’s greatest hits. He also put them all in an online album.

Support a great project and buy a copy of “Artyfucked” today!

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MG and I are in a house with other people. There are dirty dishes in the downstairs sink that need to be put in the dishwasher. After a meal, I wander off, realizing that I should have stayed to help MG. I go back to the kitchen. She cannot find detergent, so I look among bottles of poisons and chemicals. MG finds out where the detergent is, so we load up the dishwasher.

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A female character from the Walking Dead goes to a back bungalow to relax and clean. Several men stand in the woods that surround the front of the bungalow. One man mumbles something and another man with long hair and glasses grumbles “You’d know better if you read more Anarchist texts!” The other guy leaves. As the long-haired man walks away, he hears a scream coming from the woman in the bungalow.

The long-haired guy pulls a gun out from the back of his pants and heads to the bungalow. Up in the trees, a simian hand holds a basketball and then drops it. Dozens more monkey hands drop basketballs on the long-haired man.

Inside the bungalow the woman continues to sweep while two other people have an intense conversation in another room.

10/29/2011

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(Simian Hands pt. 2)

A woman hears voices in the woods behind her and turns around to see a seething mass of monkeys and animals. Horrified she clutches her broom and backs through a large sliding door into a room. She tries to find protection against the wall. The animals are not paying attention to her. They look at the radio where sounds from a serial drama play out. A small ox and a chimpanzee break out of the crows and run towards the radio.

10/29/2011

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Envisioned amazing images of rocks and chunks of metal cubes dropping into deep, beautiful canyons.

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I go camping with a friends, so I cut out a bottle-pieced shape of fabric. Another group of people are coming to camp with us and their tent sites are easily marked in a neat line down a patch of land. I put a zoot suit on just before they arrive. They see the suit and love it. I feel embarrassed for not knowing how to speak Spanish. A large woman in the group smiles at me. An Asian woman in the group has a small dog. “I must shit rat-sized poop!” Without saying goodbye, I take a bike home to cut out another fabric vial.

10/31/2011

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She is beautiful, fair skinned, golden haired, freckled and innocent. Her appearance entrances me yet her behavior seems to come out of fear and anxiety. I follow her around her house as if I am under a spell, and then meet her father. He stands well over six feet, looks like a linebacker, and talks fast. I try to listen to his ramblings and clearly hear him tell me “If you want to get physical with my daughter, you must first get physical with me.”

I wander away, find my friend MC and explore this amazing estate. We climb an odd metal conduit structure and wander through sunlit rooms. MC wanders off and I find the woman glowing in the sunlight.

I want to kiss her, but she recoils. Her father appears, lunges at me and pulls my arms behind my back. He leans in behind me and whispers that he gets the first kiss. He then begins to nibble my neck and lets me go. I flee.

I sit on a deck with AK, who is smoking a piece of palo santo. We discuss whether or not we want to go to a protest/concert. I drift off and begin to think about the beautiful woman. I wonder if I can steal her away from her father. Or perhaps I can kill her father and take her away from him.

11/10/11

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