So the Funk Summer is over, rather it’s been over. The end was a bit abrupt really and I didn’t have the time to slow down and get my thoughts together in order to express an ending, as I intended to. But that’s alright, that’s ok – that’s how life moves. You can’t put the puzzle together until you’re looking back on all the pieces. Well, maybe that’s not true: You can’t see the picture it all made together until you can look back, with a new perspective. Places change, faces change, time grooves on to its own beat. That’s the way it is. And already I’m in the midst of the new, and it’s been happening, and I’ve been taking it in as I go – improving. So the Funk Summer lived and breathed and ran and grooved and had its highs and died right. Right into legend. So see below, as it were ~ ~
😦 😦 :((( rip capt.morg hat, u r dearly missed, at least i scanned u once 😥
So to explain this one a bit, if you look at that little ghost type figure in the center, that’s one of my two signs, me being your dude and the signs belonging to my art-producing alter-ego, Doofus. Yeah, so that’s Doofus the Unfriendly Ghost, and my other sign is the colorful pinwheel face you may or may not see up by the url in your browser or whatever, and which is incorporated into the melting drip at the top of the piece. Fun fact finally, the creatures/guardians/statues are from a roadside picture I grabbed on my way out of town with my good homie milkhand on my last wild hazy visit to Florida, this time St.Augustine, expressed briefly below. And lastly, fun fact numero dos, the background design originally comes from a fine lady slipper shell I picked up while beachcombing at night during a bizarre solo session that produced the first few pictures you see at the bottom of this post. So yeah, all that aside, and with the significance of that little ghost in the center that I now hope you understand a little bit better, the significance to me that is, that bit of my alter ego and core of my art and creative exploration if you will, this piece is The Birth of Doofus the Unfriendly, formally known as the “Bottom Funk Salute”. I hope to get quite primitive this summer. Oh, and lastly, those bursts of energy from the statues’ hands are a Dragonair’s Hyper Beam. Long live Pokemon. Cheers mate.
Just click on that link. It’s a photo collection of my end days in this mysterious year. The transitional time, the strangest time, the best time: raw, oh phone grabs and your occasional good shot: not so much the photography, but the representation – what it is. What it is.
This is the end of a year in Charlottesville, Virginia, and by year I mean roughly 9 months. (TBC) ( http://thed00fus.tumblr.com ) ( http://thed00fus.tumblr.com ) ( http://thed00fus.tumblr.com )