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Back a while a go when I lived at Shanty House, I had a darkroom and tiny studio but no real location to work except at other people’s studios. So I got the call from this commercial guy, a couple of local models he was not to interested in working with but would I be? The question that was to blurt from my lips before I got grab them and smother their retarded uttering, because I would never be so banal nor crass as to say “Is the Pope Catholic?”. I’m sure it was my evil twin who is always getting me into trouble!

So, being the devious bad child I am I hatched a plan, a monstrous plan! Shhhh, don’t tell, they could still get me on counts of great idea bad Judgment. Now you have already wrecked the story by not reading first but looking at the image…BAD! You will rot AND burn in hell! That was a moment of Catholic guilt, scary isn’t it!

Now, the masks you see are small but you can tell they be way cool. They better be, they are for real. How real you may ponder, from the San Antonio Museum Association Collection. Several of these beauties are 200+ years old, no I am not blowing smoke up your bottom parts. The one in the chain male chicks crotch, she is holding onto with a set of real horns from a wild goat, date stamp c.1730. These things are just amazing. The masks have odors about them, you can tell which ones were used for years in ceremonies down south of the Texas boarder.

So how or where did I get these turkeys from? Not from SAMA that is for sure. I was ‘cleaning’ a house that belongs to a rich woman who is so well connected that you have never herd of her nor will you probably hear her name. She is revered as a champion of good sense, women and children, with a backbone of forged steel. She moves with impunity in Iraq and is respected by all sides for her balance. She is Christen and can have Papal Nuncios fly around the world if she so needs it. She can also be a thick headed bitch when she wants.

She has this gorgeous house and while she was gone to the middle east some time back she wanted the house really cleaned. Gave me a budget and cut me loose. The first thing was clean the Persian rugs, all originals, all 87 of them in the house. “Just leave the 200+ in storage, the American Crafts Museum is suppose to deal with them. So now the wood floors were uncovered, two stories of them, even in the closets. By the time I was done the floors were perfect, you see I was an Army child, I had the old family Sears buffer. I striped with ammonia the 30+ years of wax and trash off the floors. Down to the wood, then three coats of perfectly buffed wax. Yes, I had help but everyone has no clue as to what to do to a real wood floor these days. She walked in the door and screamed bloody murder! “You urethane my floors!” I let her rant for a good five minutes as she called me all the names possible. “For a rich spoiled brat,” I told her, “You sure don’t know shit about hardwood floors!” That stopped her, no one had said that sort of thing to her in years. I got out a bottle of ammonium and dripped it on the floor, of course it fucked up the finish. “This is three coats of the best hard wood polish from a can put on by hand and polished up to a mirror surface, and that was three times. This is what your floors really look like, gorgeous, but you have never seen them look like this because it takes time, sweat and pride.” I did this in the closets also, and that brings us to the masks…you though I was just telling you a story, foolish you!

In a cardboard box filled with those white plastic peanuts for packing was where these beauties had rested for some 15 years. I knew that they were from the museum in San Antonio because the box told me so. I though “No way!” So I began spelunking with my hand, bump, took hold and withdrew a nice one. This went on for a while till I had extracted some 17 masks…it was a big box. Weird, I never felt the need to empty the box, just playing ‘submarine’ in their was plenty. It was the next day that the commercial photographer called to ask if I was interested in working with models? When I answered him it was with MASKS in mind.

So it was with masks that I went to a hugely void studio. I brought props but only structural ones. It tires me to see the monumental lack of creative potential that most studios do not have. I think it is because the people who live there have no heart. Thy do not infuse the place with the imprint of their soul. Studios, like the Earth or a garden, must have a soul or they simply are just camera rooms or a collection of pots with green things growing. This studio was a vast void with plenty of gear but little in the way of creativity. So why did I not keep the masks? It aint Karma Kids, it is something much larger than that. This was my second option with the masks of Mexico, some day there will be another. By en-large these came out fine…soon I will have better.

Now some of you are thinking, pretty tall tale. NOPE! Let me get you up to speed about the world, it is a lot weirder than you think. The world will eventual destroy the hideous corporations and even the grand governments that bound around. People driven chicanery, do they really think they can with stand the impact of something as grand as Gaia? Ya all be sure to return because I have lived a charmed life and I have seen the things that one is not suppose to see. There is much dirt, there is great beauty, but with people there is way too much rot. If you are wondering, I am stalked by death, it pervades my existence, it was cheated, it wants. I have learned to do one thing, like a wolverine I too stalk, I stalk death. But be advised, it is not MY death that I stalk but the universal death, the death that is of humanity. It is no lie, it is out there watching, when it moves, I sense it’s movement and move again. It stalks and so do I, there is no winning for either, it is a game but it is a mindless game. I am working to replace the stalk with removal, no more end game, just gone.

Description
Back a while a go when I lived at Shanty House, I had a darkroom and tiny studio but no real location to work except at other people’s studios. So I got the call from this commercial guy, a couple of local models he was not to interested in working with but would I be? The question that was to blurt from my lips before I got grab them and smother their retarded uttering, because I would never be so banal nor crass as to say “Is the Pope Catholic?”. I’m sure it was my evil twin who is always getting me into trouble!

So, being the devious bad child I am I hatched a plan, a monstrous plan! Shhhh, don’t tell, they could still get me on counts of great idea bad Judgment. Now you have already wrecked the story by not reading first but looking at the image…BAD! You will rot AND burn in hell! That was a moment of Catholic guilt, scary isn’t it!

Now, the masks you see are small but you can tell they be way cool. They better be, they are for real. How real you may ponder, from the San Antonio Museum Association Collection. Several of these beauties are 200+ years old, no I am not blowing smoke up your bottom parts. The one in the chain male chicks crotch, she is holding onto with a set of real horns from a wild goat, date stamp c.1730. These things are just amazing. The masks have odors about them, you can tell which ones were used for years in ceremonies down south of the Texas boarder.

So how or where did I get these turkeys from? Not from SAMA that is for sure. I was ‘cleaning’ a house that belongs to a rich woman who is so well connected that you have never herd of her nor will you probably hear her name. She is revered as a champion of good sense, women and children, with a backbone of forged steel. She moves with impunity in Iraq and is respected by all sides for her balance. She is Christen and can have Papal Nuncios fly around the world if she so needs it. She can also be a thick headed bitch when she wants.

She has this gorgeous house and while she was gone to the middle east some time back she wanted the house really cleaned. Gave me a budget and cut me loose. The first thing was clean the Persian rugs, all originals, all 87 of them in the house. “Just leave the 200+ in storage, the American Crafts Museum is suppose to deal with them. So now the wood floors were uncovered, two stories of them, even in the closets. By the time I was done the floors were perfect, you see I was an Army child, I had the old family Sears buffer. I striped with ammonia the 30+ years of wax and trash off the floors. Down to the wood, then three coats of perfectly buffed wax. Yes, I had help but everyone has no clue as to what to do to a real wood floor these days. She walked in the door and screamed bloody murder! “You urethane my floors!” I let her rant for a good five minutes as she called me all the names possible. “For a rich spoiled brat,” I told her, “You sure don’t know shit about hardwood floors!” That stopped her, no one had said that sort of thing to her in years. I got out a bottle of ammonium and dripped it on the floor, of course it fucked up the finish. “This is three coats of the best hard wood polish from a can put on by hand and polished up to a mirror surface, and that was three times. This is what your floors really look like, gorgeous, but you have never seen them look like this because it takes time, sweat and pride.” I did this in the closets also, and that brings us to the masks…you though I was just telling you a story, foolish you!

In a cardboard box filled with those white plastic peanuts for packing was where these beauties had rested for some 15 years. I knew that they were from the museum in San Antonio because the box told me so. I though “No way!” So I began spelunking with my hand, bump, took hold and withdrew a nice one. This went on for a while till I had extracted some 17 masks…it was a big box. Weird, I never felt the need to empty the box, just playing ‘submarine’ in their was plenty. It was the next day that the commercial photographer called to ask if I was interested in working with models? When I answered him it was with MASKS in mind.

So it was with masks that I went to a hugely void studio. I brought props but only structural ones. It tires me to see the monumental lack of creative potential that most studios do not have. I think it is because the people who live there have no heart. Thy do not infuse the place with the imprint of their soul. Studios, like the Earth or a garden, must have a soul or they simply are just camera rooms or a collection of pots with green things growing. This studio was a vast void with plenty of gear but little in the way of creativity. So why did I not keep the masks? It aint Karma Kids, it is something much larger than that. This was my second option with the masks of Mexico, some day there will be another. By en-large these came out fine…soon I will have better.

Now some of you are thinking, pretty tall tale. NOPE! Let me get you up to speed about the world, it is a lot weirder than you think. The world will eventual destroy the hideous corporations and even the grand governments that bound around. People driven chicanery, do they really think they can with stand the impact of something as grand as Gaia? Ya all be sure to return because I have lived a charmed life and I have seen the things that one is not suppose to see. There is much dirt, there is great beauty, but with people there is way too much rot. If you are wondering, I am stalked by death, it pervades my existence, it was cheated, it wants. I have learned to do one thing, like a wolverine I too stalk, I stalk death. But be advised, it is not MY death that I stalk but the universal death, the death that is of humanity. It is no lie, it is out there watching, when it moves, I sense it’s movement and move again. It stalks and so do I, there is no winning for either, it is a game but it is a mindless game. I am working to replace the stalk with removal, no more end game, just gone.