Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
Monday, June 13, 2016
This one was in a letter that Greg Carr sent me when I was living in Madison, Wisconsin and he and Devin were trying to convince me to move to Minneapolis. JAM was my Beat Brother nickname, as DVS was Devin's. Here I am beating my chest in a fairly realistic drawing for Devin but where I beat my chest the drawing turns into Devin's straight lines and maze patterns. It was a call for me to join the revolution in Minneapolis, to shake off the realistic lines around me and turn into something more abstract. Maybe, I think, I don't know exactly. Anyway, a couple months later I had moved to Minneapolis, so the drawing and the letters worked.
Monday, June 6, 2016
Drinking and Devin. Devin and drinking. Devin did a lot of drinking when I knew him. Anybody around him did some drinking when they were around him. Drinking made things funny. Drinking made you see through the strangeness of everything. You could drink too much, and that made things kind of uncomfortable. Uncomfortable like eyes popping out and brains turning into lines. Alcohol could turn you into a Picasso version of yourself.
I can't remember exactly the circumstances behind this one. Devin put my name at the bottom like it's kind of a plaque. Does that mean that he meant me to be the Bud Man? After all, there weren't too many choices back then. Or was it some kind of dedication? I don't remember. But I do like this person, drinking through his bird mouth and directly into his brain, or through a second mouth, and how his body turns into a maze.