Thursday, March 30, 2006


Slothy is so melancholy because there is NO interwebs access at the shack, and as already determined a true-enough addict, she's-like-heroin-to-me, the blogosphere calls a siren-song ever beckoning to the pointy rocks. Master technician Mr. P'Nuttles was even called in to establish some kind of shackwire, but the chokeweed and virginia creeper have snuffed all but the most crackly and fragile thread of a phone connexion with the outside world. This sorry situation results in distracted and sporadic moves in the shack, with bouts of wild hand-wringing and fetal-position napping.

(I wasn't going to tell you this, but when P'Nuttles confessed failure, I tried to murder him. He isn't quite dead, but in need of some serious tech support: flashing wrenches in his eyes.)

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

useful tulle

The f├ęte at Ned's is drawing near, which raises a pressing question: what is a sloth to wear? Best to be prepared for any eventuality... rumor has it there may be a mob wedding. Digging deep into Mount Clothington produced this gown:

which will look stunning with a jaunty chapeau:

Available online if any of you are interested.

Thursday, March 23, 2006


I don't even know what to say about this...

Monday, March 20, 2006

weekend update

Quick rundown of the opening in Boston on Friday... the show is in an enormous gallery that takes up half a city block; the space is a former Cadillac showroom and has floor-to-ceiling windows on 3 sides. Mama Hyena's new work is fantastic!!! Little terracotta beachscapes that she just knocked out while working on the Frost commission in Italy. The one pictured above is an homage to Goya's dog painting. Others are populated with little frolicking figures... the sand dunes are giant, reclining women. Me wanty. The show spans a lifetime of work and revealed the true genius of the mother of HFP.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006


Mother Hyena is having her moment. A retrospective of her sculptures will be opening at Boston University this weekend; she has also been living off-and-on in Italy, completing a commission of Robert Frost in granite to inspire the little budding poets at Amherst College. Locally, you can see her statue of Eleanor Roosevelt in Riverside Park at 72nd Street. It is gorgeous, and so is she.

The Hyena family will be flying in from all over the world for the event. We will be dining on the carcasses of wildebeest and other assorted carrion & laughing at the moon.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

extreme makeover

It has become clear: Slothy needs a beauty day. This is the look that I am going for. They can even dye my eyes to match my gown, so I hear.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

fun & post fun

You know I how love a saturnalia... I can't rave enough about the fantastic show & performance Ridykeulous that opened on Friday night at Participant Gallery. It was worth fighting the masses of humanity at the opening to glimpse the brilliant and beloved Corn Cub & her cohorts performing a hilarous & surreal "L Word" beat-down. I heard that the performance video will be included in the L Word DVD "extras" for this season.

Huge props to Corny and Ms. Andry for knocking it way the hell out of the park! And anyone who didn't make the opening, you can still check out the show... be sure to spend some time with the wonderful video by Mrs. Cub.

The after-party was a complete free-for-all bacchanal... MM has invented some new dance moves, which were revealed there. I am practicing at home in front of the mirror, but I think you have to be truly "of the mountain" to do them any justice. Sloths tend to be slow learners & awkward dancers.

The come-down: What better, more self-punishing way to spend the inevitable *morning after* a night of delirious abandon than to visit an art fair? Pulse seemed like a promising, low-impact candidate.

As per FB's tip, the Jennifer Dalton piece at Plus Ultra set the tone for the rest of the fair. Theme = humorous auto-critique. Sort of a more overt Danica Phelps plus funny. Dalton's installation was a wall-sized case with tiny figurines of art collectors with their income-producing activities printed on plinths, and their art-collecting fetish categories on little shopping bags.

William Powhida at Schroder Romero had a group of drawings in the same vein, but more diaristic. There was a very memorable drawing (or hex?) of (on?) Zach Feuer.

Simon English, who was represented by Fred, had a few large collaged-together drawings that were entertaining, self-mocking fun, a little derivative, and just about ruined by their overformal presentation.

There was tons of other stuff, which included a lot of painting. Refreshing... but weirdly, none of them (the paintings) really
stood out.

The whole show took about an hour and a half to see... it had the usual product-driven feeling, the shill aspect of all art fairs, but that comes as no surprise. Through Mon., 25th Street & Lexington Ave.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

New relic

This one's done, except for the tweaking. It didn't turn out as wonderful as it promised to be in the beginning, which is a bit of a bummer for me. It ended up being only okay, but is moving towards something... maybe I'll get closer in the next one. Photo is lousy -- the lighting in the studio was dim & I was using a little spy camera, but you get the idea. I'll try to get a better pic on Saturday, & replace/update the link.

24" x 30", oil/acrylic on canvas.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006


Move over Long Pig... Everything you wanted to know but were afraid to ask.

Monday, March 06, 2006


Shack-werks have taken over the fickle sloth brain-bone and steered it in an obsessional direction. I am either going to finish or ruin the current relic over the next day or two... maybe both. Luckily there's another one in the on-deck circle.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

not him again

There is a certain person of the artworld who always shows up at the nighttime art events. This person will often speak to the sloth, but meanwhile he just stares, stares, stares at the modestly-proportioned sloth-teats. Every. time. In this photo, it looks like he is being birthed from a turkey, but no, THAT IS HIS REAL BALD HEAD, which is truly
a wonder of nature. Thus, the conversation always devolves into a stare-off.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

chelsea fountains

I wish I could submit photos of public sculpture to PaintersNYC because I really want to talk about these.

You have probably seen them at the corner of W. 23rd Street and the West Side Highway... What I want to know is: How? How exactly did this happen?

hey! what was that yellow blur?

The forecast is for more snow later today, so I have secured alternative transport to beigeland. Clear the sidewalks, Slothy's cruisin' up 7th Avenue!