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New print for sale: "Hard-Edge Exploder", 20"x13.5" with 0.5" border (in metric: 50.8 x 34.3 cm with 1.2 cm border). Price: $100 (shipping extra).
Printed on acid-free paper at the Bushwick Print Lab. Made on the occasion of the Automatic Writing show in SF, there are 20 copies with type about that show (see image) and 50 with graphic only.
I'm still in the process of setting up a product page, so for now you'll have to send me an email (marius at mariuswatz dot com) if you're interested. I'll do a proper release next week, but I wanted to give people in San Francisco a chance to buy one while I'm still in town. A limited number will be on sale at the Super Frog Gallery while the show is still up.
She wrote volumes of messages by automatic writing as a little girl until her death in 1950.
"Connected to Spirit, we are not limited to matter, body, gender or time. The infinite speaks to our heart in the silence and when we hear it, we find ourselves a stranger in this world of illusion; a steppingstone to eternity, the harvest of our sowing."
The fountain source of knowledge is hidden beneath the stones of your material senses and can be found in the least likely of places.
In Clydesdale Road, opposite All Saints church. I'd nipped down to check out "Crude Oils" like everyone else on London flickr, but wandering around Notting Hill, found something altogether stranger.
In Clydesdale Road, opposite All Saints church. I'd nipped down to check out "Crude Oils" like everyone else on London flickr, but wandering around Notting Hill, found something altogether stranger.
In Clydesdale Road, opposite All Saints church. I'd nipped down to check out "Crude Oils" like everyone else on London flickr, but wandering around Notting Hill, found something altogether stranger.
In Clydesdale Road, opposite All Saints church. I'd nipped down to check out "Crude Oils" like everyone else on London flickr, but wandering around Notting Hill, found something altogether stranger.
In Clydesdale Road, opposite All Saints church. I'd nipped down to check out "Crude Oils" like everyone else on London flickr, but wandering around Notting Hill, found something altogether stranger.
Kilburn - weirdly, that "HR4" suggests that whoever is responsible for this does have some sort of forces background. They're fairly prolific, too - they did most of a 20-foot fence at some point last year, in similarly gnomic fashion.
One of three ways to cut out your heart and no longer feel anything.
Photographs, papers, pencil, pen, ink, felt tip pen, acrylic paint, body fluids on wooden board. 36cm x 36cm
One of three ways to cut out your heart and no longer feel anything.
Photographs, papers, pencil, pen, ink, felt tip pen, acrylic paint, body fluids on wooden board. 47cm x 44cm
One of three ways to cut out your heart and no longer feel anything.
Photographs, papers, pencil, pen, ink, felt tip pen, acrylic paint, body fluids on wooden board. 40cm x 40cm
Looks like my favourite west London graffiti artist is back on the case - and we seem to have a name this time, Sion...
Great Western Road, west London.
Since the writing I did as a teenager seems to be more interesting than the pictures I'm taking now, we are going to run a whole series of Weird Jeff Writing today, possibly this whole week.
This was me listening to my cassette walkman while going over to Angie's to do some good old-fashioned pen-and-paper role-playing. I was really into automatic writing at the time...literally, just write down what comes into your head as fast as you can get it down on paper.
I may have been the only teenager that listened to Traffic and read William Butler Yeats in the history of the universe.
its almost like surrealist "automatic writing" when you string these headlines together. seen in window of shopfront undergoing renovation in bendigo, victoria, australia.