The photo collection that I just posted a selection from is Understanding Joshua by Charlie White. (I was thinking "Educating Dwight." Oh well, I was sort of almost close.) When I was doing the magazine workshop at the publishing course last summer, my group bought a bunch of freaky art magazines to give us inspiration for our own freaky art magazine. One day I walked into the incense- and mildew-ridden ZHI office to find my colleagues sitting around the table and looking pale, sick, and disturbed. (Sort of like Joshua.) I asked what was wrong, and someone threw me one of the freaky art magazines and told me to look on page 32, where there was a feature on Understanding Joshua. I looked at the selections in abject horror for about fifteen seconds, then burst out in laughter. I was killing myself laughing, and then of course everyone else was looking at me in abject horror.
Oh, wow -- Charlie White has a book out. I have to buy this -- if for no other reason than to freak people out when they pick it up off my coffee table. That's what Art is for, baby.

Oh, wow -- Charlie White has a book out. I have to buy this -- if for no other reason than to freak people out when they pick it up off my coffee table. That's what Art is for, baby.

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Date: 2002-08-16 07:32 pm (UTC)How does he see this creepy earless thing as the manifestation of vulnerability in a man? Sad. Sad.
More Prozac.
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Date: 2002-08-17 01:53 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-08-17 02:10 pm (UTC)I used to have a velvet painting in my living room. It was a Viking riding in a sled pulled by polar bears across the snow. You know how those Mexicans mix their metaphors.
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