1147 Hallway Gallery Part 2

Bird & Diz 24 Hour Adventures, 24 Minutes too Long
Insubstantial Timeframe

Occupation S. Smoker

So the other day I was rifling through a bunch of documents here at work, and I came across these gems from a source which shall remain anonymous. These "smoker studies" were done in the the mid 1950s, and were supposed to give the company in question some kind of feedback in regards to their demographic. Enjoy!

A gallery, of sorts

phaser daysnew paths over old wreckage
tile sequence
marooned
nesting instincts no. 1

Failed Sales, Thrifty Tales

So last week Sarak and I had a garage/art sale. I was actually trying to move some of my art pieces that are rapidly taking over our apartment. If you've been following this blog for the past year (certainly not) you would have seen a smattering of these pieces, which I had photographed and posted up for all to enjoy. I haven't put any new photographs on this blog for some time, but I plan on posting a "gallery" of sorts sometime this week -- shit! You're excited, I can tell. But not worries, in time, in time.
At any rate, yeah, this garage sale last week generated about $26 for Sarak and I, awesome! We were out there from 9:30 to about 3:30 and all we made was $26. Now I know how difficult it must be for a transient to make any money, and they don't even sell things, they just ask for $$$. But those homeless people work really hard, harder than us in front of our apartment at least, and I hope they make some money to get food. We always have plenty of food, so I guess I should be thankful for that. Anyway, I had most of my art splayed out there in the Albany sun, once the shroud finally evaporated. Most of the people that stopped by looked at it and seemed generally bemused/intrigued, probably the former. I almost sold one medium sized drumhead collage and panel design, but both potential buyers looked shocked and just walked away when I told them that the price for each was around $20. Oh God! $20!!!, oh my goodness, holy hell, how can I afford that! Fuckers. Anyway, they looked at it and liked it, I guess, but they just walked away without saying anything. I would explain to them that these pieces weren't just slapped together, and they took time and patience to build. I think $20 for a medium sized piece is a pretty good deal. I'm not gonna sell my stuff like some Haight St. fuckin' hippy; "trade for some grass, man" or "I'll give you two bucks for that one."
Funny, but at least some of my art was seen by an un-suspecting public for the first time. It made me feel good, or at least it gave me some confidence to get this stuff out into the world. Our garage sale day ended peacefully enough, and we packed up our remaining junk to be taken to the thrift shop, where I'm sure, in about a month or so, I'll be perusing the shelves and I'll come across something familiar and pretty nice. But would I buy it?