Cleaned the Studio
Which is comparable to ginger between sushi rolls...
Fresh. Clean. Palette.
Often I've wished I was the artist who just kept an easel in the corner...
with paints and brushes near by. A simple space.
I've wished I worked on one piece at a time..instead of 10.
I am chaotic when I work...to say the least.
Maps strewn everywhere.
Crates of wood.
Crates of metal.
Crates of crates for installation pieces.
I don't look at myself in the mirror for days.
Paint everywhere. The dog is forced to find a spot to lay between
National Geographic and old bibles.
Luckily each show or installation is something new and exciting for me...
Something fresh...
My next show...I've decided to go for whimsical, light and colorful!!!
Balloons, kites, bubbly waves, happy scone birds....
I'm going to let some of my intensities fall away.
I'm going to break my own rules in hopes to evolve.
I'm not going to rip out a dictionary page.
I'm not going to search for numbers and symbols...
I'm not going to apply my OCD into this collection.
I am confident I can do it without the anchor of information other
than what is in my own head and hands.
I am going to pick a song though. I'm not sure what yet...
but something raw, and intense and thought provoking. It will
find me before I find it.
In whimsy we shall hold hands and dance through this collection...
oh; and Talula sews so we're going to see some thread and maybe
some fabric...
Talula Love Bottoms is mixed...mixed media that is!
Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean
(So fresh and so clean clean)
Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dressed so fresh so clean
(So fresh and so clean clean)
Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean
(So fresh and so clean clean)
I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean
(So fresh and so clean clean)
[Big Boi]
Sir Luscious got gator belts and patty melts and Monte Carlo's
And El Dorado's I'm waking up out of my slumber feeling like Ralo
So follow it's showtime at the Apollo
Minus the Kiki Shepard what about a ho in a leopard-print
Teddy Pendergrass cooler than Freddie Jackson
Sippin a milkshake in a snowstorm
Left my throat warm in the dorm room at the AU
We blew hay too, athletes might take you
But you must have me mistaken with them statements that you make
Cause
[Chorus]
[Big Boi]
Canary yellow, '79 Seville is on display
My nigga Bungle whipped it up so I gone get my rims today
So a nigga can ride out to the honeycomb hideout
I'm gonna show you how to wild out like Jack Tripper
Let me be bambino on your snippas
YKK on yo zippa lick you like a lizard
When I'm slizzard or sober 6 million ways to fold ya
Like Noah I get twos of you and you get pretty deep
But I'll call yo ass round 8-ish I know you'll be there for me
Cause
[Chorus]
[Andre 3000]
Those huge baby eyes get to running off at they mouth
Tellin me everything that's on yo nasty mind
They say your malnutrition in need of vitamin D
And inviting me to that tingle in yo spine
I love who you are I love who ya ain't you're so Ann Frank
Let's hit the attic to hide out for bout two weeks
Rick James and no chains and whips I do suck lips
Till hips jerk and double time the boy next door's a freak
Ha Ha
[Chorus]
(And we are...) the coolest motherfuckers on the planet
(In my mind...) the sky is falling ain't no need to panic
(But Oh oh.....) I got a stick and want yo automatic
(Oh oh oh...) Compatible created in the attic
[repeat]
