SECA AWARD (YES, I KNOW THAT I'VE USED THIS PHOTO HERE BEFORE BUT THERE REALLY WAS NO OTHER CHOICE)
So, yet again, I was nominated for San Francisco's SECA AWARD. I was nominated by a nice guy named Michael Cohen who has been supportive of my work which I appreciate.Anyway, I've been nominated about 4 times and I've never had a studio visit (they start with a large pool, narrow it down to a small number of studio visits and then pick 3 - also, almost every artist in town seems to get nominated). They show the most anodyne, decorative work and usually they pick stuff that's firmly entrenched in the San Francicso Market. Well, I ran into Michael the other day and he asked me about my response to the application process (you're only supposed to submit slides, nothing else, including video). I guess he had heard from the people in charge that I had submitted a video. They phoned and asked if I wanted to submit slides, I declined and said the video would speak for me. I figure if they hadn't picked me before they weren't going to pick me now and why not just have some fun? Also, What fucking year is this? 2005? We don't accept video? I explained in my application that I make a lot of 2D work and I would show them some of it if they came for a studio visit (they tend to like painting, drawing and photo). The lady said that they couldn't accept it and I was essentially eliminating myself from the process. I said that was fine and that she should watch it anyway. The video is about 7 minutes of me berating the SECA foundation for being "ball lacking motherfuckers", masturbating, shitting into the camera (yes, literally spreading my cheeks and pushing one out right into the lens), dancing/singing to the Libertines (I get along just singin' my song, people tell me I'm wrong, FUCK 'EM), more dancing (to 2 Live Crew's "Can a Nigga Get A Table Dance") and more singing (a very long, irritating, homage I made up about Cheesits Snack Crackers done in a the style of Prince/Little Richard). Apparently, the video has tongues wagging over at the MOMA.I would love to have seen the look on the faces of some of those tight assed museum types as they watched it. I gave them my only copy and I've deleted it from my hard drive and erased the original digital tape so now I really want to get it back. They'll probably tell me to fuck off.