sculpture, the texture a cerated butter knife leaves on plaster and wax (for all u non sculpture it leaves a groved liner teture that shows the movment of the sculpters hand), Charles Bukowski's works, proving the absence or the presents of god (not much luck on bolth), defining nature as somthing not just made up of trees but also wherehouses, railroads, industrey, ect, not losing my feet, or hands (this is a big one).
I'd like to meet:
Charles bukowski, or Jack Black the 1870 wrighter. ooo ya now i rember my iner-child, and mike patton, ok well bjork, a larg shrubrey so i could kik it in its aa fig leaf "aa a know what i meen say no more say no more", my great grand parents (crazy swiss people who i have growen to respect frome storys about them), my self in 20 years (havent you ever wonderd what you will turn out to be), a talking fish and a crazy hunter who thinks you are a deer
this is my friend i call him tiny tim the destoyer
Music:
Mr. bungle, massada, milles davis, john zorn, dj shadow, built to spill, del the funkey homosapian, air, mikel jacksons thriller (shit i hate him, but dam thriller was the shit), ect.... o ya and this weard stuff.. width="425" height="350" ..
Movies:
Office Space, Donny Darko, Akira, that crazy movie Undercut, The Big Lebowskiand this movie "lady v".. width="425" height="350" ..and this move i have to see when it comes out.
Books:
their are so many that i can't name them all, but i will say burning in watter drowing in fier by Charles Bukowski, Nuromancer by Willem Gibson, and you cant win by Jack Black (not the movie stare Jack Black. Its the jack black whos picture is under this)
Heroes:
Henrey Moor, Deborah butterfield, mike patton, Trever Dun, Mr. T
