Thursday, 24 December 2009

FROMAGE


dig into the dust, ponder question

Marx around your eyes, alleviate

the answer in a match-

strike us all

with lightning bolts glide

glide

glide under the wings of supreme

Chip Kidd's

mind supreme

Chip Kidd and his supreme designs




Wednesday, 23 December 2009

NATTER.

NATTER NATTER NATTER NATTER.
EVERYDAY LEAVES FASTER.
SO WRITE A POSTCARD NOW
AND SEND IT TO YOURSELF.
UNKNOWINGLY
WALK IN THE CROSS-HAIRS
OF YOUR FUTURE
AND DO NOT KNOW
JUST.
BE.
A
NATTER NATTER NATTER NATTER.


Å ˚ a

Tuesday, 22 December 2009

A REACTION TO WEATHER

SNOWFLAKES

LIVING IN A TIN-CAN


AND THERE ARE CINEMAS
AND ALCOHOL SHOPS
AND ALSO A CIRCUS FOR WHEN PEOPLE GROW BORED OF LIFE AT THE FURNACE
AND CRAVE A LITTLE DISTRACTION


make honey
sell beehive
buy honey
laugh
work
sting
die


CHARMSTICKS


retain files containing

our corresponding filaments
send three letters
a single post-card returns
this file is not going very far
so grab a paper-clip
and close this case
for future reference
we’ll navigate in photographs
a quick snap
a stellar performance
via the mistakes of king Louis
we act out rebellion
but were taught by the masters of us all
of us all

FACES

fumed pipe of a power plant sky line
-earth
-gaia
-vishnu
-allah
exhale your secret industry

so suck in deep
and count to three
bite down
...
...
ready?


ok, finally
a face worth remembering
grinning amongst the decapitated fields and seen
through winking eyes of a ladybird

the wings torn
a crawling
prefect
sings
for you
for me
the melody

so sing the flute song
sing the flute, song

"a gods work in history
covered in
covered in
look! my hands are filthy
pass a bar
pass a bar
watch the dandelions fly
hovering
hover in
coal!
soap!
harvest!
mine!
coal!
soap!
harvest!
mind!
"

Thursday, 3 December 2009

Casio SK-5

submit submit submit

Friday, 20 November 2009

DECEMBER 15th



BEAR GAMI and CLINIC swooping into North London like eagles spread bare with legs hooked up over beaks and slipping over a recently washed, tiled, kitchen floor.

Monday, 16 November 2009

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Sunday, 15 November 2009

THIS IS OURS

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For when walking in new, unchartered territories, or surrounded by peoples that create a sense of unease in your mind. Drop the walls. You have created an unhealthy Other, a vehicle of which you have allowed to carry your projections of fear onto. Any excuse to return to the womb. Now drop the walls, the concept, don't allow your self to forget the adventure.
We can only ever be found if we are lost.
So remove the tag from your bag/pocket/carrying apparatus.
Hold tag at eye level.
Repeat 'This is Ours' five times aloud.
Regardless of who surrounds you.
Remind your self that the Other you have created is only an array of symbols embodied in a detached sense of existence. Although you may be scared, the floor we walk on together is always ours, the air we breathe is ours and the sight, the language, is ours.
Feel at ease.
Bend those knees.
Ha ha.

THIS IS OURS.

Saturday, 14 November 2009

"with the minds of prehistoric rainworms, we can travel through time"


˚
Castro and myself visited Rimini and Rome over the Summer. Finding a hidden treasure within the confines of an overgrown and desolate courtyard. Subsequent to prizing open the door to reveal what contained carcasses of pigeons, floor covered in excrement, decrepit school desks and tarten sheets overhanging the ceiling, a 5am set-off on hired bicycles and with a bounty of paper, home-made-glue (for snack attax) and paints, we embued Bear Gami upon the walls and left after 6 hours of inhaling the shit and sweet delights of pasting our imaginations upon the walls.
The first eFactist exhibition of sorts.

Bring on Stockholm.








Tuesday, 10 November 2009

huckleberry gravy

Monday, 9 November 2009

truth

EVIDENCE

i'm a cheat
a thief
a complete despondent
truth

i'm your home
your smile
your desire reconciled

I condensate for us
I condensate for me
I condensate for you
a storm to bring us sea

i'm the naked lumbar stripped from your body
i'm the rainwater dripping on your shoe incessantly
through the permeable bus stop roof above your head
i'm watching over you
just like she said

I condensate for us
I condensate for them
I condensate for others
a storm to bring us sea

i'm the hazel of your iris
simmer in copper pots
my bubbles clamber up and over
like the 23rd Division
-
France & Flanders
August 1915
wailed in orchestrated
squeals
-
God rest there souls
and allow God to rest
for two minutes
remember
a classroom of pupils
suffering steam
and condensation
oh the heat!
the flames!
of the oil and the gas!
of the price that we pay
for the price of today

I'll sell you your home
for the dead
for the married
few locked in time
forever
with no body

I condensate for us
that's all we'll remember
I condensate for you
and that's all we'll ever do
I condensate for others
to commemorate the living
a storm to bring us sea
just remember death is true

Wednesday, 4 November 2009

Tuesday, 3 November 2009

Monday, 2 November 2009

ok so this image isn't of my own creation but we all can digg right?
being bordered in black will always save the day.
for when we ate text messaged themed love hearts aged sixteen.

Thursday, 29 October 2009

TWO SMOKES IS ALL IT TAKES

in the glitter
i'm a jitter-bugg
jitter-bugg

my knees do bend and watch them shake
when I need you love
you leave me love

buckle under certain trends
the vowels I use for you my friend

are highlights for excess parade
we'll leave this town in jitters dave

the joke

the snake uncoils
reveal a gaping mouth
laugh in the silence
in the silence, find laughter

-

the tip of its tail
dripping with honey to allow
my mind to feed
in eternity she'll find us


Sunday, 11 October 2009

That's 30 Pence Please

My favourite carpenter Alan Welsh will soon be releasing a four song EP.
The EP is currently untitled.
But the Tracklisting is as follows:


1. Just Like That
2. Cardboard Hilltop
3. Trains Are Broken
4. Emergency


His musics leave me betwixt and between conscious and the unconscious state of doing.
In fact, just the other night I fell asleep with headphones on and as the EP filtered into my dreams, I awoke to find myself naively smiling like drunk person reflecting childhood nostalgia.
He has asked and I have accepted to make some artworx, so the above is just a test as to what may or may not work.


The digital clock says 23:33.


G
.
x

Camden : 29.09.09

midwives push me in the river
with the spit and curse.
as my body hits
water grains of transportation copulate with atoms.
my back
crashes into dune
i'm lying in the desert
with nano-structures of socratic truth
stuck inbetween my teeth.
hands begin groping from beneath sand
gripping the sides of my torso
and limbs.
body begins to secrete
translucent goblets
seeping through pores
and i become a wax entity.
continuous push up to heavens
as i begin to melt
everywhere
wax drooping through fingers
palms
wrists
and arms.
i disappear.
providing the sand
with its needs
the hands retract into earth
newborn
with skin

Wednesday, 7 October 2009

AMEN.


2012: An Intergalactic Guide to the Birth of Newmanity



Another book, this one comes with free badge and is SLIGHTLY smaller than your standard A5 spread. Conceptual notion of adhering to potions.
'2012...' collage book of man's obsession with our continuous logging of earth samples to satisfy proof of 'nature' in the gods eye (in fact the eye of man and only ever, man) in a trade for sacrificial science of proof, of a knowledge in man of what is perceived as humankind's idea of nature only to crumble at creation of flag, all wrapped up in prayer like winnie the pooh's fists stuck together by jizz and the imaginary order of honey treacling down tigger's tail.


i admit my weaknesses, i'm ill with 10kg weights for eye-lids.
photoandvideosooninmeantimekeepitrealwithyournan.

enjoy pictorial evidence.



G.

TENNIS-TESTICULAR

never believe in the theories of Freud.

EARLY MORNING

long journeys expounding on night before

CROYDE BAY '09



SKETCHBOOK 087.

RIMINI - 21.08.09

WITH EYESIGHT OF ODIN

we can move radiators.

Friday, 2 October 2009

THE BALL GAME OF MAYANS


The Ball Game of Mayans
another photography-based zine depicting the link between mayan culture and football culture. Cultural artefacts transcending cultures through time like spiral-coil.



G.
www.beargami.eu

Wednesday, 30 September 2009


'AROMATIC FAUX ROMANTIC'
http://rapidshare.com/files/302740454/aromatic_faux_romantic.mp3

i wrote melodies and words...copy and paste the link for some free...music?

Wednesday, 23 September 2009

Reports from the Global Village






















made from excerpts of Travels in Hyperreality by Italian author Umberto Eco.
what provoked my deconstructing of book forms in structure of digital steel was the brief by peoples over at www.clinicpresents.com for their event/exhibition Tuesday 29th September.
they make me do things.

the torn apart chapter is titled 'Reports from the Global Village'. underneath this sentence you can see the disparate seperation of pages
have been compounded into single form.
click.jpeg

G.

THE BALL GAME OF MAYANs

they just never...
...stopped...
...kicking...






did they?


Tuesday, 22 September 2009

21.






CAN WE HAVE 3D IN TIME?

so i was reading about astronauts and their capability of being able to time-travel whilst 'being' outside of the Earth's atmosphere. as i read internal, memories flittered out and cut into my consciousness appearing as translucent circles like sticker-sheets in primary school classroom.

"by reading and making sense through these memories, am i not time-travelling in the same sense like the astronauts?"

that's me thinking by the way.
sense protruded and inspiration beckoned digital materialization of above concept. expanded.
the physical copies are will be photographed and up well really soon.


G.

dijj-ee-fact.



Once this week is dun everyone of my senses must sit outside.

THE GOOD THE BAD THE UGLY


the good the bad the ugly is a conceptual notion materialized into a physical 'zine form for physical pleasures and published below for those who prefer the intangible delights of the digital era.

The 'zines are limited to 30 and are bound with a piece of red card I found on the floor.
It will totally be available at 'zine fairs/symposiums/the cupboard behind your bathroom mirror for £3 or £4 with a poster, oh hang on!...The posters aren't screen-printed so don't expect to slather drool over the authentic hand-made-D.I.Y-harder-than-Ian-MacKaye-limited-for-your-pleasure-and-nobody-elses. They'll just be ink on paper but the wrestlers are well amusing so glue it to the cage of your pet budgie.


Here's a JPEG of one..

"I think I need some ketameen"

Of course I should definitely type up the conceptual notion but then that'd deter any point of interaction about the 'zine in person possibly...we've got to take an interest and ask somewhere along a line right?

Parminedes saw the world divided into pairs of being/non-being. One half of the opposition he called positive, the other negative.
Which one is the positive?
Which is YOUR negative?


digital promise.





Tottenham Court Road : 04.09.09

03:23am semi-unconscious state.

Monday, 21 September 2009

the good the bad the ugly

physical?


I'm open for trades as such the juggles of bird-naps.

video

oh my, blogger video quality is truly appalling.
£5 including postage (£6.25 with poster).
£3 in reality over subcultural counters (£4 with poster).


www.beargami.eu