In the beginning there was a bunch of junk I didn't see, cuz I wasn't there! In the end, will probably be some cool fireworks, but I probably won't be around for that, either. In the meantime, I'll keep doing my thing! (My thing is making bad art and writing weird words! And YES, that's one thing...)
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12 Jul. 2023
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"Here (Water Fowl)" by Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
[Brush pen and fine tip felt pen on gray paper with digital embellishments and color.] If it doesn't look like a duck, but the artist is just bad at drawing, is it still a duck??? ---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
https://objkt.com/asset/KT1F94smAkoLSgNT7PLaxYj7Ba1SKqXfGjsY/515
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Updated the MUSEUM OF POSTCARD ART. There are now 69 (snicker) postcards to view and digest!
https://museumofpostcardart.wordpress.com/
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"Fire Breathing S.O.B." by Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
[Ballpoint pen on paper with digital embellishments and color.] ANOTHER "fire breathing s.o.b."??? For some reason, my brain works like a record player, stuck in grooves with occasional skips... This guy don't really seem that bad (until you get to know him. Sociopathic tendencies...) ---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
https://objkt.com/asset/KT1F94smAkoLSgNT7PLaxYj7Ba1SKqXfGjsY/516
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13 Jul. 2023
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"Idle Hand" by Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
[Ballpoint pen on notebook page with digital embellishments and color squishing.] Clearly a fictionalized self portrait. (I OBVOUSLY don't wear a wrist watch.) ---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
https://objkt.com/asset/KT1F94smAkoLSgNT7PLaxYj7Ba1SKqXfGjsY/517
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14 Jul. 2023
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[Posted to Typed.art]:
Greetings from the back row! Mariah and I are going to the BEACH (not THE beach, but A beach) tomorrow for the night. I'll probably bring art supplies, and I bet we'll visit my favorite gaff, Jake the Alligator Man while we're there! (Jake's not very big, only a couple feet long, and it looks like a clay monkey that was stuck to a taxidermied baby alligator. Not sure if there's ANY real animal in it. In fact, I kinda hope there isn't. SEE: "Fiji Mermaid" in a search engine for more info on this type of art.)
Meanwhile, I've been making junk and writing junk---constantly---since my last post, and I've even created a new manifesto zine that I released thru Objkt.com, in order to reorient myself and get shit rolling again. (Was it ever?) Pushing the bolder up that hill. Satisfying work? Sure.
Do you wanna dance?
The definition of insanity is mentioning the definition of insanity in another dang post. Keep feeling fascination, and make shit that even you don't understand! (That's probably enough positive self-talk for today...) Thanks for stopping by! Do your thing, people. Do your thing...
---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
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"Embattled" by Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
[Ultra fine point Sharpie, brush pen, paint pen, cardboard and sticker collage on freaky, dyed paper.] Handmade postcard that I mailed to someone...but I can't remember who. I started writing down who I send handmade cards to, so that I can forget who I target in peace. Good stuff! ---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
https://objkt.com/asset/KT1F94smAkoLSgNT7PLaxYj7Ba1SKqXfGjsY/518
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"Celebrate the Calm Moments" by Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
[Red gel pen on reclaimed cardboard with digital embellishments and color.] I think this one explains itself. (I'm old, so I can make art like this if I want to. I don't give a SHIT if anyone thinks it's cheesy.... Obviously...) ---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
https://objkt.com/asset/KT1F94smAkoLSgNT7PLaxYj7Ba1SKqXfGjsY/519
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"Spacecat (And the Joys of Annihilation)" by Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
[Felt pen, brush pen, and liner pen on reclaimed cardboard with digital embellishments and color.] This creature may look a little bit like a cat, but it's really a SPACECAT! Don't let the whiskers fool you. ---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
https://objkt.com/asset/KT1F94smAkoLSgNT7PLaxYj7Ba1SKqXfGjsY/520
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17 Jul. 2023
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[Posted to Typed.art]:
(The FORCED WRITING PROJECT resumes! This is a fiction piece. I'm just warming up. Haven't tried to put together a narrative in a while. We'll see how well it works!)
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The door swung strangely, due to an ancient and defective hydrolic resistance arm, which kept the metal frame from being slammed open or closed. Above the door frame was a simple bell tied to a piece of blackberry vine. The bell tinkled, slightly anemically when struck because of a warp in the bell's rim caused by hundreds of thousands of impacts.
The room smelled slightly sweet, and slightly dead, as one entered, and there was always a question of whether or not the place was actually open, being so dim. Perhaps the staff had simply forgotten to lock the door.
"If this is supposed to be a bookshop, why is it so dark in here that nobody could possibly read?" A dark haired young woman yelled to the apparently empty room as the door lurched by the anemic bell [TINK TINK] and closed with a groan.
"We SELL books here," said a dusty voice from a back room. "You need to read them somewhere else..."
A few distant shelves chuckled and tsked. Edwin, a short, round, gray-haired man in the ugliest Hawiian shirt that Tia had ever seen, huffed his way out of an office carrying an unopened box, and dramatically trudged to the counter, where he made a great show of heaving the container onto the countertop.
"Is Ivy here?" Tia asked. Edwin, half bent over and breathing heavy, put up a finger, asking for a moment to catch his breath. Tia reached out and adjusted the box, to see how dense it truly was, and she was shocked by the weight.
"Jeeze. What the hell's in there? Rocks?" Tia said.
"Nah... Rocks come in on Wednesday. This is just books, but paper can get seriously heavy!" Edwin declared.
"Is Ivy around?" Tia asked again.
"Huh? Ivy? No. I think she drove into the city with the new guy. It's her day off."
"New guy? You mean Donny?"
"Yeah. The guy with the hipster beard."
"Mr. Zee, they've been dating for, like, five years..." Tia looked at the man's face, as he tried to process that information. He seemed lost for a few moments.
"Five years? Hmmm... Yeah.... I'm not good with time. But, anyway, she went to the city... So shoo! I got work to do!" He made pushing motions with his fingers like he was trying to sweep Tia out the door. Several distant bookshelves started to chuckle again.
"Piss off Chad!" Tia yelled over her shoulder as she made the old door and bell cry out once again.
"Love you, too, Tia!" a voice yelled back. The bell tinked once more and the door groaned shut.
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---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
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Later folks!!! Keep an eye out for a post about Mariah and my beach trip! Such thrills!
---Richard