can’t buy a thrill
I wanted to show you some of the things I’ve recently made. I showed these in November, and am sort of shelving the thematic imagery for now. I still love Libyan rebels and hearts, but it’s beneficial for both of us to give each other space.
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- James II
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- It takes a Muscle
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- Wounded knee- shadowbox.
Love: Get Some!
Somehow I missed all the usual holidays so decided to make Valentines instead. Plus, I had such a great time printing Valentines last year for the card show that I figured I’d give it another go. Without meandering into the usual disaffected musings on whether love exists (which is s000 2k8) and a critique of the boring commodification of such things by corporations, Valentine’s Day is great! Why not celebrate “love,” in its many iterations? I believe in having multiple valentines, so I’ve made a few for all the illicit romances you’ll have to appease to this February.
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- most romantic sentiment i could muster, besides “I only love you for your record collection.”
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- A quote from The Great Gatsby, from Daisy to Gatsby. I died.
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- and in white.
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- for the patriotic/deluded object of your affection.
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- I’ve always loved this quote.
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- And for the one who you’re still pining for.
Contact me to place an order– Valentine’s Day is only 2 weeks away! As the Beatles said, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
And in case you’re wondering, my idea of romance involves Joe Walsh records, Miller Lite and running from the law. So get busy.
HnY Yallz
OMG ITS 2K12! only 12 months till the apocalypse (again). To celebrate, you can own your very own POSTERSIZE print of any or all of these!ten dollars! when this place turns into pompeii, you’re going to want to look cool for future alien inhabitants of the planet.
place orders with emilyshortshorts@gmail.com
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USPS Renaissance Now!
The moment I realized I could design my own sendables was one of the first real WHOA moments I had as a creative; I’ve been making cards for about ten years now. I’ve been consuming print media with rabid abandon since I was old enough to spend my own money, and spent a lot more time with my Rolling Stones in high school than I did doing anything actually cool. Cards seemed like the most natural outlet for my love affair with shredding magazines because I wanted to share what I was making with my friends. Plus, writing letters is a lost art that I’ve always been enamored with. Who doesn’t love receiving a missive, especially handmade? Sitting around with a stack of magazines, scissors, a glue stick and Kids In The Hall is my church or yoga. I’ve been so busy with shows recently that I haven’t had time, but I cleared Thanksgiving day for collaging. Here’s some of what I made.
Czech for something about the devil's saxophone... love that Eastern European wisdom.
Of course another benefit of designing your own envelopes is adding some color to the postman’s sea of white bills and credit cards offers:
send me your address to get on my weekly postcarding list!
in which the lid was blown off.
DJ Elsa in camo for the show
The opening of my first solo show EVS was last weekend and OMCHRIST it was fun. There were hundreds of people mulling about the Park Trades Center in Kalamazoo MI, most of whom walked around the Exquisite Corpse gallery saying “hmmm…. interesting…” and not getting it but also some who did and therefore are my brothers and sisters 4 lyfe. My real brother and sister were there too– Elsa was the DJ and really kicked out the jams to match the pink wall (as well as helped me with issues practical and spiritual in preparation for the show) and Ethan helped hawk some coozies. Twas truly magical and I really couldn’t have done it without Nikki Exquisite, a fabulous artist as well doer of all kinds of important things, Bo, who is excellent at climbing ladders and offering input, and Megan, who is the best unpaid intern I could ask for because she retrieves good coffee and quinoa snacks. Without them, I would never have the chance to one day become big enough to throw a tantrum, fire them, and then beg for their forgiveness. One can dream.
I decided to paint the front wall pink because the color itself acts as a sign which prompts the viewer to confront commonly held notions about gender and cultural constructs in general in our society. Plus, it looks cute.
love&war.
coozies! i sold out of these. let the record show that beer and state pride is an infallible combination for success.
Elsa helped me glue this collage. Factory renaissance!
mini-print wall. the lavender clothesline ended in bows and I wondered if I should have featured the word "fuck" more prominently.
“the Milton Glaser of Michigan”
currently preparing quotes for when the NYT bestows above label on yours truly in 2022.
have you heard the alan parsons project?
Having a good time all the time like it’s 1982.
luckily I have something to account for my brief and futile existence on the planet earth. Here’s some of what I’ve made lately.
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taking it s000 hard to the streets
I’m about to get religious because Friday October 22 was autumnal nirvana for these northern climes and Nikki and my long-awaited street art show FOOD TRUCK ART TRUCK was a wild success. There were saxophones. There were quesadillas. There were babies. There were coozies. The mayor came! And it ended like an episode of Strangers With Candy– with a lesson and dance party. The lesson: SOMEbody has to make it happen, so it might as well be [you]. The dance party: zany, per usu.
the best night of this u-haul's life.
future plans include buying a u-haul and bedazzling it. currently seeking financiers.
general consensus.
special thanks to Bo, the skill behind the lense.
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lost his wallet in el segundo
tatty ink and tshirtz GETIT
thanks to cornfed beauties NdrewJ Zarro and Elsa May
OH. MAH. GAH!!1
clr yalls schedz
