“Sleepwalking Land Piranha” by Richard F. Yates

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“You Never Listen To Me!” by Richard F. Yates

Some monsters feel very misunderstood. Instead of immediately screaming and running, try bending an ear every once in a while…

(This message paid for by the “Don’t Run! We’re Not Trying To Eat You!” Coalition [A Subsidiary of Slaughter All Humans, Inc.])

—Richard F. Yates

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“The Ghost Got Spooked” by Richard F. Yates

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“Act Like You Want To” by Richard F. Yates

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“We Found a Spider on Our Walk” by Richard F. Yates

Yesterday afternoon was warm and pleasant (especially for mid-October in the Pacific Northwest,) so Mariah and I went for a little walk. The primary destination for our jaunt was the house that our older daughter and her husband are in the process of buying. Between the side of the house and the hedge, we spotted this critter (which had a body about the size of my thumbnail, and that’s NOT counting the legs!)

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Seasonal decor provided by Mother Nature!!!

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“The Society of Indifference Revisited” by Richard F. Yates

About four and a half years ago, I wrote an essay / manifesto (“The Complex Function of Artistic Expression in a Society of Indifference,”) in which I tried to express my feelings about the fact that ART doesn’t really make much of dent in the society around us (non-commercial, done out of love, created by folks specifically as ART art is not given much respect in this society—UNLESS it sells for large amounts of money!) Our current culture is so saturated with INFORMATION and NOISE that any EFFORT which I EXPEND at creating art will not have anything even close to a noticeable effect. Nobody is going to CARE that I drew ANOTHER bunny—probably not even my immediate circle of family / friends / acquaintances—but this fact shouldn’t STOP anyone from making ART. Instead it should convince artists (and EVERYONE should be an artist) that they have COMPLETE FREEDOM of expression. Freedom from concerns about quality, utility, or commercial potential. YOU should make art to experience and share the joy of creating.

MAKE ART! Enjoy making art. If it’s BAD art, so what? If it’s awful, just LAUGH at how wonderfully awful it is! If it’s useless, from a practical standpoint, AWESOME! Have a chuckle at how useless it is! (Man Ray, the photographer and painter, once created an art object called “The Gift,” which was an iron, like you might use to take wrinkles out of clothes, and onto the bottom of this iron he glued a line of tacks—which completely destroyed the object as a useful tool. If you’d tried to “iron” a shirt with it, the garment would be torn to shreds. The object became USELESS from a practical standpoint but ART for those with the right eyes—a funny parody of a useful tool. Brilliant AND ALSO useful from a psychological / “spiritual” perspective—[I don’t believe in the idea of a “soul” that is part of but outside of the physical body of a person, but I believe in a series of complex psychological processes that happen in the wetworks of the head, which we “perceive” or “conceptualize” as the personality or SOUL of a person—the shit happening behind the eyes—and in this sense, “The Gift,” is a TRUE gift to the “soul,” as it gives the wetworks something to contemplate that at first glance makes no sense, but after contemplation gives us a chuckle!]) ART is supposed to make the ARTIST feel something, and the artwork might also affect the viewer / listener / experiencer, too, if the artist is lucky and finds the right audience, AND if the AUDIENCE is lucky and finds their way to the ART (despite overwhelming odds against this happening…)

Personally, I grew up in a small logging town in the Pacific Northwestern United States. (My Dad worked at Weyerhaeuser (a logging company) and my mom drove truck for a construction firm.) And I STILL live in a small logging town in the Pacific Northwest. In this area–which is conservative and mundane and Christian and has almost as many bars and tattoo parlors as it does churches—I’ve struggled my entire life to find a GROUP into which I could comfortably fit—and I’ve mostly failed at this quest. I’ve been a skateboarder (a BAD skateboarder), a punk rocker (who also liked Erasure and Dr. Demento and disco music), a zine maker (who wasn’t political or emo or practical enough to have an actual “message” to share), a postal artist (who was too broke to pay for postage), a DJ (who likes music that nobody around here wants to listen to), a party dude (who hates beer), a painter (who doesn’t care for portraits or landscapes or flowers or any of the other shit that sells in the Northwest), and a writer guy (who doesn’t take writing as the “serious business” that the majority of the writing groups in town think it’s supposed to be)—and for one reason or another, none of the local groups have really felt like a good fit for me. I have friends in each group (except, maybe, the writing crowd—who in this area are all about 20 years older than me and not fond of my irreverence,) but my primary IN-GROUP is the one I was born into and then helped to grow: my family. The folks in my family are as WEIRD as I am (my kids are perhaps a bit less weird than me and their mom,) and we get most of each other’s jokes and references—so I have THAT one group that I will always have a bond with—BUT are they my AUDIENCE??? (Not necessarily…)

For several years, I was a participant in the global POSTAL ART / MAIL ART scene, and that was a lot of fun. I’d make a postcard or write a weird letter with some collage elements or create a zine, and I’d send it out to some other creator somewhere in the world—and then I’d get something BACK, often an incredibly creative, weird, hand-made thing—and it felt like I’d made some connections to this larger group of artists from all over the planet! (It really was wonderful, and I recommend anyone interested in sharing their work look IMMEDIATELY into mail art!!!) However, the costs for sending things grew as my circle of contactees got bigger (and my “packages” got more and more elaborate.) Eventually, it reached a point where I couldn’t afford the postage costs anymore, so I had to give it up—although I’m definitely glad I had that brief brush with “fitting in.”

After the postal art / zine scene got too expensive, I switched to the DIGITAL DOMAIN, and created a bunch of different blogs and social media THINGS where I (almost) felt like I was making connections again! (Although I realize that this can be a tenuous, delicate, non-permanent realm! I had a bunch of material up at MySpace, and when the site collapsed, most of the photos and stories and weird connections that I’d built there suddenly disappeared. I know the site is kind of back, but all those old posts and entries I spent years writing and publishing are GONE… I also understand that, at any moment, the same thing could happen at WordPress or Facebook or Ello… We lost StumbleUpon just a few months ago!!!)

But it’s all okay. We have to understand that we’re building SANDCASTLES not permanent structures, and the whole show can get swept back out to sea with the next tide… I’m fine with that. Nothing is permanent (not even STONEHENGE,) and we have to enjoy what we have while we have it!

On that bleak note, I’d like to introduce you all to my friend Henrietta Hackenslasch!

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Henrietta is a Virgo. She likes crème brulee ice cream and the screams of small children. Henrietta comes out at dusk and prowls the streets at night looking for unsuspecting victims who she can show her art photos to—she has hundreds of these images on her smart phone. Ms. Hackenslasch is CREATING an audience for her work based on physical proximity—those close to her phone WILL see her work—because she FORCES them to look at it. (She feeds on fear, disgust, and confusion. It’s a lower calorie diet than most people eat, and she believes that this allows her to enjoy an extra scoop of crème brulee a few times per week without guilt!) Henrietta is happy with her way of life, and we shouldn’t judge her by OUR standards!

Personally, I’ve used WordPress as my main repository for my “WORK” for just under six years. I’ve been posting art, poems, stories, rants, reviews, manifestos, and other bits on The Primitive Entertainment Workshop since December of 2012. (Incidentally, as of today, I’ve posted for 475 days IN A ROW without missing a single day! Dedication? Obsession?) It’s funny, because it doesn’t seem like “work” to me, in the same way that slogging by the hour at a retail store or washing out screen-print screens seems like “work.” I ENJOY writing and drawing, and so posting stuff at the PEW seems like PLAY, but it’s also a HUGE middens pile, a sedimentary accumulation of OLD BONES, so deep that few folks will ever see beyond the topmost layers! For this reason, I occasionally dig up some old fossilized junk (I was an anthropology major for a few years—actually won the “Anthropology Student of the Year Award” for 1999 at Lower Columbia College in Longview, WA, USA, Earth,) and bring it to the surface again for a breath of fresh air. (I also have several BOOKS of old Primitive works available for human consumption, so that the stuff doesn’t just get buried and forgotten completely. If nothing else, I PERSONALLY, have copies of these books, so that there are physical artifacts of the early days, to PROVE they existed, should WordPress crumble, like MySpace and StumbleUpon have…)

Where was I??? Oh yeah, audience…

So, as an artist/creator, one of the things I want is EYES ON MY CREATIONS. Some folks don’t seem to care much about this (like Henry Darger, who worked for years and years creating his “Vivian Girls” work, never sharing it with anyone—until he died and the world finally got a glimpse of this elaborate, crazy, wonderful alternate universe that he’d created,) but PERSONALLY, I love to share what I’ve made with folks—although most people I show it to seem to go, “Oh…yeah. What’s that supposed to be?” And I say, “Never mind.” It doesn’t stop me from picking up another piece of cardboard or a scrap of receipt and drawing another bunny or monster. The MAKING is the key to happiness, although, SOMETIMES I get a bonus when one of my kids or my wife or a person who I have only ever conversed with online will give me a “thumbs up” or a “like” or throw a comment my way. I’m untrained in the METHODS of art creation (my fields of study where literature and anthropology, not art,) but I also grew up in the 2nd wave of PUNK (in the 1980s,) and I saw a lot of “throwaway” fliers and hand-drawn skateboard art and sketchy record covers back then, which I found LOVELY, even if they were messy and scribbly and crass. I enjoy that aesthetic, and I try to keep it alive in my works (which are all mixed up with punk guts and video game images and toy adverts and comic book stylistics and Muppet googly eyes and Ray Johnson “just-do-it” attitude!)

And although WordPress is my base of operations, (it’s become a MASSIVE PUBLIC DISPLAY CASE for my art and writing—more than 6,800 posts,) I’m also enjoying a few other social media THINGIES lately, particularly Ello, Instagram, and (a new one for me) DADA.nyc. The ability to share the joy of creation online is pretty cool. My audience is bigger than Henrietta’s, partially because I don’t have to wait until DUSK to come out, and partially because an online distribution network can reach substantially farther than stalking the streets by night ever will. (Although, it’s amazing how much easier it is to SELL my stuff in the front yard than it is to get people to bite on the interwebs. It’s undoubtedly because of the BILLIONS of other options folks have for spending their cash online—whereas in person, I get a chance to talk directly to a potential customer and make connections. I’ve had at least on person say to me, as we’re sitting in the yard in this small logging town, “So is this painting by a local artist? I only buy local artists.” And I say, “Yep. I painted that one.” And they eyed me with some suspicion—then eventually bought the piece, anyway! (Was that a long, pointless story? Good!) I think I lost my point again…)

So so so… Here’s my newest, fun, having-a-good-time-making-it type THING:

CRYPTO-PRIMITIVE TRADING CARDS!!!

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I have created ten of these “DIGITAL NATIVE” crypto collectibles, so far, and I’m having such a good time with them that I HOPE I get to make about 6,000 more. They are all limited editions (5 of each are all that will EVER be released,) and they are available through some kind of weird blockchain / crypto / rare digital / Ethereum bullshit that I don’t understand but find incredibly compelling. (To me, the best part is making the cards. I have thousands of images—plus alternate versions—to choose from, plus all the new stuff that I draw—and I draw every single day, so there’s a few cards left for me to make…) Each crypto card also has a little “story” with it (about a paragraph long, or so, for most of them) that you can read if you check out the site where these suckers are hiding!

HERE’S A LINK TO THE “STORE”

Supposedly, if I’m reading and understanding this stuff correctly, even if the site that I’m posting this stuff to dies (it’s called MakersPlace, by the way) the art pieces will still exist as part of the blockchain! This is pretty cool because, as I mentioned above, when MySpace imploded, a TON of my stuff, which I’d put together over a number of years on the site, just went POOF! Gone… The blockchain makes these digital collectibles LESS susceptible to dissolution if a single, specific company collapses, as the information about the transaction is distributed over a large number of machines throughout the “chain.” (Or so I’ve come to believe…) It’s still not completely PERMANENT, but it’s less like making paper airplanes in a room full of smokers with gasoline spilled all over the floor. (Henrietta thought that was a funny line!) AND, should I ever SELL any of my crypto collectible art, I plan on spending the ETHER that I get (“ether” is the type of cryptocurrency associated with the site that I’m posting stuff to) buying artwork from some other digital artist(s)! Keep the joy flowing!!!

And that’s about it for this rant. I’m still of the opinion that MY art will never transform society, but that’s not my goal. I’m not trying to change the world or to get rich or to be the next Warhol or Koons… I’m just having a ball making art and telling stories and (occasionally) helping a few people to smile (in these dark times…) I’m enjoying playing with this new ART DISTRIBUTION thing, too—and if I can figure out how to do it, I might even try to make my OWN cryptocurrency. Wouldn’t it be fun to have Primitons or PEW Bucks or something like that (maybe SOMA-Bones???) It wouldn’t DO anything—like Man Ray’s “The Gift,” it would just BE something weird for people to smirk at and try to understand. Being pointless is sometimes the point! (Blah, blah, blah…)

So, go MAKE SOME ART! (Especially if you don’t think you SHOULD…)

—Richard F. Yates
(Primitive Thoughtician and Supreme Bunny Lord of The P.E.W.)

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“Strange Things Sometimes Happen in the Backyard” by Richard F. Yates

strange things sometimes happen... (14 oct. 2018) by rfy - (peg)

—Richard F. Yates
(Primitive Thoughtician and Supreme Bunny Lord of The P.E.W.)

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