Serial# : QC2607
I Love Becky Sloan.
“This is the story of Michael, the loneliest kid in town. Ugly and weak, they called him a freak so he lived on his own underground. He lived on his own underground. He lived on his own underground.”
ART!!! have I bored you with it already? Am I making you sigh? Well, buckle up you primply buttercup, cause there’s more of that slimy black oozing substance incoming through the nonexistent seams in the corner of your walls. Artless world meet artful person, Becky Sloan. I guess by now it should be obvious that I love the absurd and chaotic, the strange and seemingly disconnected. The thing that requires nor expects explanation, as it may have one or a thousand, but none of it affects the experience of going through it and consuming it. I love the silly and the stupid, cause, aren’t we all just a bunch of silly and stupid self aggrandized savanah-dwelling monko’s? I love the feeling of observing a playful and lurid descent into madness, or an individual’s lonesome abjectivity, or the acid juxtaposition of the gory and the childish, or the forceful bash of breaking into understanding. I love the thoughts that are often pushed down being allowed to erupt red hot in full view while making a mess. Or maybe, maybe I just love silly fluffy things that sing and dance and make funny voices and cute brutish remarks in bubbly British accents. It doesn’t have to be all deep and shit.
Truth is, I don’t know much about her other than her work, and really, only one of her projects.. there’s probably plenty. Come to think about it, maybe this text is a good excuse to start researching other things she’s done. After all, I can only lover her more. Cause one thing’s for certain, my love for DHIS is never becoming dimmer. So, I Love Becky Sloan (and once again, by proxy, everyone else involved in that project).
O.a.k (One-of-a-kind):
This line of instruments acts as my space for study and unbounded creativity. It is the continuation of my original non-serialized work, meaning, a cymbal line where anything goes.
It will most likely also act as the breeding grounds for any forthcoming new lines and designs as time moves forward, so keep your eyes open, one of these could one day become a regular act.
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Serial# : QC2607
I Love Becky Sloan.
“This is the story of Michael, the loneliest kid in town. Ugly and weak, they called him a freak so he lived on his own underground. He lived on his own underground. He lived on his own underground.”
ART!!! have I bored you with it already? Am I making you sigh? Well, buckle up you primply buttercup, cause there’s more of that slimy black oozing substance incoming through the nonexistent seams in the corner of your walls. Artless world meet artful person, Becky Sloan. I guess by now it should be obvious that I love the absurd and chaotic, the strange and seemingly disconnected. The thing that requires nor expects explanation, as it may have one or a thousand, but none of it affects the experience of going through it and consuming it. I love the silly and the stupid, cause, aren’t we all just a bunch of silly and stupid self aggrandized savanah-dwelling monko’s? I love the feeling of observing a playful and lurid descent into madness, or an individual’s lonesome abjectivity, or the acid juxtaposition of the gory and the childish, or the forceful bash of breaking into understanding. I love the thoughts that are often pushed down being allowed to erupt red hot in full view while making a mess. Or maybe, maybe I just love silly fluffy things that sing and dance and make funny voices and cute brutish remarks in bubbly British accents. It doesn’t have to be all deep and shit.
Truth is, I don’t know much about her other than her work, and really, only one of her projects.. there’s probably plenty. Come to think about it, maybe this text is a good excuse to start researching other things she’s done. After all, I can only lover her more. Cause one thing’s for certain, my love for DHIS is never becoming dimmer. So, I Love Becky Sloan (and once again, by proxy, everyone else involved in that project).
O.a.k (One-of-a-kind):
This line of instruments acts as my space for study and unbounded creativity. It is the continuation of my original non-serialized work, meaning, a cymbal line where anything goes.
It will most likely also act as the breeding grounds for any forthcoming new lines and designs as time moves forward, so keep your eyes open, one of these could one day become a regular act.
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