this most recent whirlwind tour, where i airplaned in, attempted to torture all my local loved ones for a few days, threw up an exhibition and airplaned away went so yes. idk, i had fun.this show went down like a drowning child (frantic/glorious), an opening for personal closure, and the scene was taser. 33 new/recent pieces, 2 books. the “there is a wrong time for everything.” show will remain on exhibition at the fell building til the end o’ may.even the reading here (above), with introduction by no other than winterman hisself, felt damn on!gr*8 times flocking bloomington, indiana w/ ms. j. shelley harrison the day before. though i was only able to experience a few hrs of this 13 mile ARThritIS mini-marathon as (knee shy), which began at W. That Rd. (srsly)….it was terrif! look up/look down.
giant thanks to everyone who outed it to make this all work: crab jackson, the winterpeople, j. shelley harrison, hien + fam, wwClaytor, terri fresh (from: gross air–coming all the way down from her space kraft somewhere over chi-ca-go!!), lunch skirt, everyone at the fell gallery, everyone who came out, hung out, old besties and new pals.
Gearing up for an upcoming whirlwind run through the middle-west!
Dialed in this drone strike of new and recent works at the Fell Building… Bloomington, IN… and/or however far the casualty radius expands. Along w/ this action, fellow traveling artist/collaborator j. shelley harrison and i (kneeshy) will be taking the day before to explore/expand new work involving “flocking” and the open-ended, open-entry band Arthritis, in very off-site ways… details forthcoming.
THERE’S A WRONG TIME FOR EVERYTHING
an exhibition by jeremy kennedy
with reading by the artist, introduction by artist j. shelley harrison.
Compiled from four distinct, intertwining series, There’s a Wrong Time For Everything selects 33 pieces of new and recent works completed on paper.
Neon migraines. Masculine vulnerability. The feminine stance. From text-heavy, paint-starved one-liners to paragraph-laden collage, these works exemplify Kennedy’s knack for wry interpretation and genius misunderstandings.
Some years’ worth of careful, cynical, inward, outward, behavioral observations have been slammed up against the artists’ lexicon of humor and absurdity to create his favorite version of the world: where sorority girls and ex-princesses do Rule.
The artists’ heroines, like his jargon, are ruthless. Kennedy’s heroines have not simply been mused upon—-they command his existential dread. With their bratty stares and sassed hips, they also seem to destroy him. Yet there’s something in their stance that the artist trusts, and he allows himself to be held amongst the pain-waves of failed life formulas, invented personalities, love and lack, anxiety.
In the rare image, both text and heroine have disappeared. The thought is finished.
In addition to the collection, two books will be on hand. Anti-Fantasy, an extremely limited edition set of bound giclee prints featuring selected material from the show, as well as There’s a Wrong Time for Everything, an extension of the presented works built with the written word and found imagery.
A short reading by the artist from There’s a Wrong Time for Everything will occur at the opening.
-Rebecca Ramirez (2016)
P.S.- Also, i’m on vacay, right?! (LOL).
The cold thing, the clock thing, and now the spring thing…
On the verge of some super-serious site adjustments. Hopefully.
In the meantime, even if it’s broken, don’t fix it… just put some avocado on it… in the form of new action fromth Table Blue Studio.
Original works, giclee prints, photos, “other”.
“Hot and Ready”, like all the Little Caesars boxes that litter my neighborhood.
So many collabs!!! New sounds, exploring the culinary realm w/ the Industrials at Goatmother, B+W photo weirdness, posting up w/ Crab Jackson, water-jet cutting w/ Ms. J. Shelley Harrison, woodblock printing, finding new and excitingly complicated methods of coast-to-coast collab w/ Mr. Moerchen, absurdist how-to videos, decoder rings, hmm…what else…
Rebel Hands Press is super active, and we’re apparently “jazzed” about it… look for us this summer.
A pile of new sculpture materials just screaming at me from the other room,… things are srsly closing in.
Get vernal, and may Chewbacca be with you.
Happy post-Thanksgiving / #Thanksgivukkah / Jinglehorse / Drinksgiving / Whatever you do (did) / etc.
Gearing up for our first quarter IPO with a preemptive, seasonal drone strike of updates including, but not limited to, new funny paintings, photos, books, and stuff. Sounds kinda same-y as previous post, but ‘NEW’ is always a keyword here… like the THE TAO OF JON, or that painting about the dude who smokes weed every morning in the parking lot of Walgreen, the ongoing American Shredding series, and so on. because, new.
This year has turned out so many taser factory things, but it’s not over yet. More action forthcoming… Not to mention some high and tidy collab plans in the USA and beyond…
Like Rebel Hands Press getting ill with some fax machines, some shows, a glamour-magazine-husband-hunting project, some sounds, some ???, and so much.
And though the Penny-Pacer blog came to an appropriately disappointing end, in the in-betweens, follow along w/ J. Shelley Harrison and I via our absurdist photo conversations at Still Lunch.
“You know how baller that is to say you got two washer and dryers?!” – Tyler The Creator.
…Someday, I hope.
WHAT HAPPENED 2 SUMMER???
i live in LA, so i guess it doesn’t really matter.
but everything was srsly live… LOTS of work, pulled down a totally taser show with siosi design + build, rebel hands books, some killer collab connections, still lunch (w/j. shelley harrison), and closed the season out with a bunch of wonderful folks at the museum of destiny (#matrimony).
…and it all continues! more work in works and plans being planned for some major action next year. in the meantime, check out the table updates. happy fall to you all.