one of my favorite things...

Boston-based photographer and video artist, Sean M. Johnson, is the hottest shit in my books these days, with his Beard Love series topping my list of sexiest, prettiest, and most touching video art doing the rounds these days. I came across his work quite accidentally one evening when I was feeling sorta lonely. I typed "hairy bear" into the YouTube search engine and his videos popped up. I fell instantly in love (and got really horny) watching his tender videos of men rubbing beards together in playful scenes of boyish play. I was so enamored with his work that I took out the plastic and ordered myself one of his DVDs from his MySpace profile at www.myspace.com/beardlove.

You can also check him out at his website:

www.seanMjohnson.com

In the meantime, check out his latest clip from his YouTube account. It makes my heart all aflutter with prickly loveness!

miranda sings!

The pieces are all falling into place!

lisa loeb karaoke

truly i am a gay horse

haaaay!

i should have learned my lesson!

ouchy, sun-burn...

i got a package!

avant-cart(e) walk

video stills (camera by donna akrey)

For more info on my 2x4x22, the site-specific art show that I am currently participating in, check out our blog at www.artx399.wordpress.com.

wear sunblock!

why am i burnt thus? for (c)art's sake.

i'm walking...

yes indeed.

this monday and tuesday i will be walking across the city with a work cart that i built with my own hands! it sort of looks like this except totally more DIY:



i will be walking the following route

From the avant-cart

watch out for me as i perform this lengthy task of unskilled labour. i start walking at 10 a.m. from the ev building at 1515 ste-catherine st west.

coffee and donuts will not be refused if offered...

for an idea of what kind of work this is, here is documentation of a past performance of labour, this time exploring notions of privilege, celebrity, and spectacle:

i love my little pony

swedish glam-rock cheese sandwiches

Does anyone else feel like we've stepped into a scene from Cormac Mccarthy's The Road? I mean, Jesus Christ - April showers can suck my lonely-assed balls! Basically, I spent my weekend watching really awful reality television, eating toast, and scouring craigslist missed connections in search of myself...

Ugh! I feel more cliché than a cheesy Swedish glam rock band:

i heart this SO much!

desperate times

Collaborative intervention w/ Sheena Hoszko