Met a new hostel friend, J.H. from Daegu, Korea at the Roxie theatre in San Fran today at 2pm to see this movie, Dirty Hands, mentioned above about David Choe, a graffiti (SUCCESSFUL) from L.A.
He's my age.
He's wildly successful.
He says he never has to grow up but speaks of it in negative terms. His girlfriend speaks of it in positive terms. I don't really know what either of them mean but guess that growing up has something to do with their relationship. Something that nobody but them can understand.
I feel jealous of their relationship but also like I would never like to be in something like that. All relationships seem endlessly exhausting when viewed from the outside.
Still, I was jealous of his success. And the fact that the documentary was over, that his trials and success were all interestingly put up on the screen for a couple of hours in a grabbable, understandable fashion.
Really cool stuff in the movie included him and his friends
-making images at home and then gluing them around town.
-making paintings that moved, pop-up book style, with tabs and holes cut out and stuff. That was awesome and something I want to do soon.
-Msking stencils-its cool how light pops out of dark or dark sinks into white.
Stuff that was hard for me to deal was that at the beginning of the movie he was saying, "make shit funny", and said he made art for people who don't go to museums, who don't like art, and in a real environment instead of a life-drawing class....but then at the end of the movie he was sketching a naked woman crouched in a bathtub on all fours with a cactus on her butt.
Really? Crappy.
I understand that you gotta make money and be playful and stay true to your vision, but isn't that woman, couldn't she be one of the people you make art for too?
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