The sum up

So Sasha got an xmas present a little early, but it explains who she is, and what she means to me.


Also, to sum up 2007 and my own thought process towards art. This video does a pretty good job.

Christmas Sale! Help Me Help You!

So, to make plans for some new things I have cooking, I am getting rid of a few things for the cheap:

First is a piece named Vices, that is 18X36" $50



Next is a larger piece called "Giving up the Bikini Ghost." 30X40" $60




This last series is untitled and each ones are 8X10" $15 a piece, or $30 for the set.





Send an email to: jvisible@gmail.com if interested. Thanks for looking!

Climbing up the Walls

sorry.

I love you all. Be back again real soon.

She's Homeless!

Not really, I had soup and beers for dinner, but I am need of some supplies and I'm selling this set of homeless girls. They're done on cardboard and measure roughly 10 X 10 inches. The set of 4 is going for $20. Anyone interested send me an email here, or at justinvisible@mac.com. Remember, it's for a good cause. Not soup n' beers but more supplies.

This is important!

Sorry if I left anyone hanging, I was having difficulties with the interwebs, but in that time it gave me a chance to think about my current financial situation and how to improve it. Some information has been brought to my attention by my accountants that could not only help with my future financial security, but also yours. Yeah, I want all my dearest friends to start thinking about their futures... and start investing. These tapes will help.


Also, what's better than beer and cookies? Danger Doom and Ghostface!

Socks!Socks!Socks!

Autumn's in the house!

Public Service Announcement

A reaction to the current state of affairs in my neighborhood.

Videos

Courtesy of Stones Throw is Baron Zen. On some new wave/goth/hip hop/no-nonsense/ nonsense.

2 for me. 1 for you.

Some possible logo sketches for a new campaign of brain damage:



And... Something for the boy with a thorn in his side.

Okay I get it now. Not really though.

"So, Justin welcome to a few years ago in television. How's it going so far?"

So far it's been hilarious and what I am talking about is the funniest show of a few years ago, that I had never viewed until now. It's Arrested Development. Around the time that show started I remember seeing it on the screens but didn't play too close attention because I was busy winning/cheating at Trivia. Sorry, but I can only allow one geeky vice on Sundays. Anyways, I wasn't too interested in catching up with the program, not because it didn't look funny, but because of all the people who would come up to me exclaiming their praises of the program. "Oh my God, Justin you have to watch it! It's like the BEST SHOW EVERRR!" Because of my natural instinct to shy away from things forced to my approval, I didn't bother watching, but when one strange woman (I mean she was a stranger and female. I had no idea if she really was strange) described the show to me as "Like a Soap Opera, but faster!" Nope. Definately not gonna watch now. The only soap opera I devoted enough time to was Passions. Don't ask, it's a dumb story, but anyways....

Years later I was reading on IMDB about the cast of Superbad and noticed that Michael Cera was a character on Arrested Development, whose character name was "George Michael." That small, trivial tidbit of information is all I needed to become interested of giving in to what people at trivia referred to as "THE BEST SHOW EVERRR!" I asked my cuter, smarter, and much more capable with a gun half to order the show on Blockbuster and from Season 1: Disc 1 I have been HOOKED! Everything from the writing to the editing is nothing short of brilliant! I mean, getting Liza Minelli to stand upright long enough to become part of a bizarre love triangle on a sitcom, is really a type of genius I could never think of. Also, I never knew Jason Bateman could be such a dick, but be so funny at it. I really thought he blazed in Teen Wolf Too, but to come back after such a shining role, really says something. Seriously though, Jason Bateman is really funny, but I was kidding about Teen Wolf Too. It's not as good Mannequin 2: On the Move or Ernest Scared Stupid.

I've become so engulfed with every character, phrase and gesture that I find things comical about them that probably aren't. For instance, there's one scene where G.O.B (Will Arnett) is reading the appetizers on a menu to Liza Minelli. For some reason, I really want to meet Will Arnett just so he can read menu items to me in that overly, dramatic voice. It's a Man-Comedy Crush, folks. No homo!

I just finished Season 2: Disc 2 tonight, and I'm excited but incredibly bummed about the last season. I'm sure it's amazing, but it will not be enough. Also, for those who missed it, Sons & Daughters had one season on NBC a few years ago, and it was crazy hilarious, but sadly died too soon.

So now we're going from an old trend I love to a new trend I hate. Women's pants and shorts. Not all kinds, but specifically this new trend of the high waisted things with lots of buttons. Seriously, I feel like the fashion world is playing a trick on me. Here's what I mean:

Do girls really think this is a good look? The wedge shoe, I get but the wedge shorts?!

I really don't understand. I know that there was some back lash about low-waisted pants with women's underoos showing and blah, blah, blah, but the Camel Toe is not the answer! I don't quite know what the solution is but these charming, stretchy things...


I'm so happy that I have someone who isn't falling for this practical joke of an outfit, because The Visible would be sitting the single scene out, until the fad or world ends. Which ever came first. Who knows what's next for winter. I'm betting on platform jelly sandals with tool belts.

I should mention now, that the images found were from Urban Outfitters. High pants. Don't do it.

Giving Up the Bikini Gorilla Ghost

New Work:

It's Friday! Where's my future?

The secret's in the sauce.

So who's hungry? I'm thinking BBQ this weekend.

Desperate Housewives

Type Os

Best Album Cover of Summer 2007

While looking through the Def Jux site earlier, I came across this group that I haven't heard of before, but based on their name and this album cover, I'm definately buying this when it arrives in October. Peep this:


Also, their name is based on the airplane hangar in Area 51 where the aliens were imprisoned, tortured, laughed at, and brainwashed out of homosexuality.

"Get him in a bodybag Johnny!"

Even armed Cheetahs get the blues

A while back I went on a trip with Sasha to Ohio and I caught a photo of this poetically armed, but saddened boy.

Funny, young and awesome. Much like myself, so I reinvented the young cheetah blues. Observe.

Things that I think are funny (But probably aren't)

This weekend, the girl and I took an extended weekend to New Mexico to enjoy a life outside of bad traffic, worse mexican food, and unbearable humidity. No pictures, get over it. Unless you wanted to see: 1.) Pictures of food 2.) Pictures of clothes 3.) Pictures of dogs that don't belong to me.

Anyways at the airport, in the news-stand I looked at something that i've looked at a thousand times and wondered the same thing for a really long time. Nudie Mags... They always have these fine publications at the airport along with magazines about cars, sports, sports cars, nerd stuff, etc... When I look and ponder at the boob-a-zines I'm not really thinking about what's inside (well kinda), but i'm mostly thinking about who would buy these and look at them while on an airplane? The majority of passengers are business men who are either single, or traveling alone, but they are also flying with a few hundred other people, all seated within inches of each other. In these strict confines, it's easy to notice what other people were reading, because there's no room to disguise your self-help books, get-rich-quick books or any other reading material. Sasha was reading a book called "My Horizontal Life" by Chelsea Handler. Though most people do not have any scruples about reading these things in public, who is the guy reading the porn on the plane?!

In all the years i've flown on planes, I have always seen these magazines displayed high above any others, wrapped in plastic, marinating in that "Nude Book Smell" but really, I have never seen a person (man, woman or otherwise) purchase one of these magazines and just look at them openly while seated on an airplane. I kinda want to meet the dude who has the confidence to sit down in 29B get settled in next to the grandma visiting here grand children (possibly for the last time) and cracking open a copy of Penthouse. Seriously, what else is this guy to do on a plane? Maybe he's a recovering alcoholic so he can't drink the booze. Or maybe he's dyslexic and can't do crossword puzzles. Or maybe he's not interested in watching Shrek the 3rd. What's a dude to do? Look at boobs!

Personally I couldn't do it. My limits are the Maxims and Stuff Magazines, because it's a little more respected and usually full of useful articles, like: how to cut off your own hand, or how to hypnotize a lobster (All real articles that I've read.) But I don't think I have the testicular fortitude to go through page after page of the female anatomy in all of it's blond hair, brightly lit glory, then turn to the woman next to me and ask "So, you like Nicholas Sparks?"

Any other news...
Remember when I had a theory about my girl Sasha going through a Bourne Identity realization, when she was able to fire a gun really well on her first try? Well, if you don't know, this is who I am talking about.




In New Mexico this weekend, we went to the local Spy Shop to see what kind of useless junk we could get 30 minutes of entertainment from with our friends back in ATL. Aside from voice disguisers and hidden cameras, they had various sets of lock picking equipment. Sasha takes the two metal untensils, gets a 10-second lesson on how to use them, wiggles them around for a minute, and Eureeka! She opened the lock! Like the gun, she accomplished this on her first try, and on various levels of difficulty with different locks. So yeah, I am again reminded who wears the pants, who holds the guns, and who picks the locks in our relationship, but I am happy with my station in life. I can however kill any, and everybody at Wii Bowling on the Nintendo.

Speaking of my girl, she is really making some waves in the wonderful world of cute girls making art. And if ya don't know, now ya know!

http://sashadesiree.blogspot.com

False Advertising

Bath Time!?

The New Green

Also, pure bravery.

Down... Is the new up.

Here take this... It's my macho.

All you really need to know about the 4th of July, you usually learn early on, like: Fireworks are dangerous, noisy and fun as hell. Also, territorial and religious independence tastes better with beer. A few years ago, I learned that the best thing to shoot out of a potato cannon is a t-shirt drenched in gasoline, but this year was an eye opening experience. This 4th O' July I learned that my girlfriend can probably eliminate me by way of assassination. First, let me show a picture of my girl, Sasha:



Doesn't look to harmless does she? We celebrated Independence Day at my family's house, where my brother in-law had an air rifle, with some beer cans set up for targets. We traded shots between the few men trying to hit the can. A few of us did, but I never, in my 6-7 tries landed a shot. Mind you, I'm pretty good at Goldeneye on the N64 and a sharp shooter at my favorite arcade game, House of the Dead, which Sasha also loves to play. I ask her if she wants to shoot a few rounds of the air rifle, and she immediately takes the position, like she realized she was a former government agent on some Bourne Identity type business. Sasha clicks the safety, takes aim... and BANG! Nails, the can on her first try! After a few other shots I decide to make things a bit more explosive, so I fill up a plastic cup with water. Again I take a few shots to no avail, my brother manages to hit it dead on and then we set up another cup o' water for Lee Harvey in a skirt. This time she nails the cup on different shots. If they were proportioned to a human body, it would have been direct hits on the skull and the heart. Even though I gave her the pat on the back, I kinda cried a little bit. just on the inside though, I ain't no pussy. Just a lousy shot. It was a moment of a new, but surreal understanding because this is the same girl, who can take 30 minutes to pick out a bag of candy, then forget it in the store, but could probably shoot me from a long distance with Jack Bauer precision.

So I guess I've learned something new on the birthday of America. If push comes to shove, my ass is getting shot. If you see this person...



Do not run. Take your execution like a man. I know I will... Maybe. Probably not though.