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new photo blog. [16 Sep 2007|06:04pm]
go look.
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[23 Jun 2007|09:44am]
i think it's funny that this
and this
{http://www.hopinc.org/home/} are being held on the same day.
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mom, md. [20 Jun 2007|11:53am]

mom, md.
Originally uploaded by gregg evans takes pictures.

i went on a road trip a few weeks ago with my mom. this ones in maryland.

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andy. 3/07. [26 Mar 2007|09:20pm]

andy. 3/07.
Originally uploaded by gregg evans takes pictures.


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massimo. 3/07. [20 Mar 2007|04:42pm]

massimo. 3/07.
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greg. 2/07. [17 Mar 2007|06:40pm]

greg. 2/07.
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i love how my life has become netflix, photographs, and french fashion. i'm way more interested in being an old man than i feel i should be at this point in my life.

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sam. 1/07. [27 Feb 2007|11:11pm]

sam. 1/07.
Originally uploaded by gregg evans takes pictures.

gay men's apartment project updated, too. just to let you know.

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pizza hut. vails gate, ny. [27 Feb 2007|11:10pm]

pizza hut. vails gate, ny.
Originally uploaded by gregg evans takes pictures.

new project starting. very exciting.

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art in general performance proposal [15 Feb 2007|02:24am]
{In the performance and installation “Every Piece of Clothing I Own (Starting Over)”, I would like to wash my clothing, by hand, every morning during rush hour in the Project Space on Walker Street, for one month. At this moment I am planning doing so either in a large basin or house paint bucket. Afterword, I will hang each piece on clotheslines above me, allowing the clothing to drip-dry. By performing this mundane, antiquated activity, I hope to create a repentance ritual demystifing the process of art-making.

Like much of my other work, the performance is centered around aspects of one’s identity which are directly tied to a person’s posessions, and the loss of that identity once one is no longer surrounded by them. Through the repeated washing of my clothing, I will allow the viewing public to observe both myself and many of the things I have collected, yet will be doing so at the expense of the very items I am putting on display. Modern day clothing has not, for the most part, been built to withstand much stress. Many fabrics, after getting wet, will shrink in ways which often feel odd and randomn, colors tend to begin fading after only a few washes, and the daily grating of the washboard against cotton will undoubtedly create holes in many of my garments within the first week. By the end of the month I am fairly certain that many of my favorite pieces will be left in tatters. Though hand washing clothing is nowhere near as effective as washing machines, I feel confident in assuming that by the end of the month I will be washing immaculate clothes. As the days progress, it will become all the more obvious that I am washing clothing for the sake of ritual, not for the sake of cleanliness. After the process of washing my clothes has been completed for the day, I will leave the gallery, allowing the wet garments to be viewed by those passing through. As the clotheslines will extend beyond the top of the windows and into the ceiling, it is feasible that as viewers peer into the windows they will be able to look up into multiple teirs of my drying socks, underwear and t-shirts.

When deciding how to work with the space at Art In General, I was initially drawn to it’s location, and a desire to create a dialouge with the performance outside the confines of the white cube. Being so close to Chinatown, I couldn’t help but think of riding the Q train over the Manhattan Bridge into brooklyn, of the intimacy of seeing other people’s laundry drying on their balconies. It brings to mind James Stewart in Rear Window, voueristically memorizing all of his neighbor’s schedules from their adjoining backyards. I was also heavily influenced by the queering of everyday objects in the work of Felix Gonzalez-Torres, and the solemn, ephemeral quality of his candy sculptures. Most importantly, I am interested in the use of banal, seemingly mundane actions in the work of Vito Acconci and Bruce Nauman.}

it's 14 words longer than the maximum allowed. someone help me make this 500 words! i'm super pumped about this performance idea! find extraneous phrases and help me edit them out! action words people, action words!
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[29 Jan 2007|04:41pm]
my camera is back to life. anyone interested in letting me photograph their apartment should let me know, as i'm really wanting to get myself back to work.
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[12 Jan 2007|11:46pm]
i will never drink red wine again, scouts honor.
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[29 Dec 2006|11:05pm]
so, now that the holidays are over and my paycheck is back to it's relatively sizable weight, i think i can stop worrying about my finances ever so slightly, pay my credit card bills and student loans, and get my camera fixed. there is a god! i'm also thinking i'm gonna save up some money and get my essay/zine printed rather than go the route of photocopy? maybe i'll just photocopy and buy some cds. i suppose i could make more of it that way.

grad school applications are due soon. ugh. i have to sit down and do them and get it over with.

i bought the newish marked men album on itunes, and it's good, but poppier than i thought it would be.

i met sarah jaffe (paradise island/erase errata) at work today. i TOTALLY geeked out. i think i kind of freaked her out. it kind of ruled. just thought i'd let you all know.
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[22 Dec 2006|10:19pm]
"There never have been lesbians or gay men in Hollywood films. Only homosexuals." -vito russo, the celluloid closet

"Heroes are born, but heroes die." -brian eno.
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[18 Dec 2006|10:53pm]
i don't have the flu, i don't have a fever, i don't have cold sweats. i just have a super scratchy throat that won't stop feeling like theres something lodged in it, and a cough that won't go away... the kind that sounds like your about to hack up you lungs, the kind that drives people to inch as far away from you as possible on the train during rush hour. i tried going into work, but left early because i felt like death all day. i feel guilty calling in sick tommorrow, but realize i'm probably going to.

at least i don't have to go to court on wednesday. maybe, if i feel up to it, i'll do some christmas shopping and go look at window displays or galleries or something. maybe i won't scare everyone around me while doing so with my pockets overflowing with dirty tissues. i should invest in a handkercheif. gross.
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[12 Dec 2006|12:14am]
so two homos who have decent, well paying jobs can get married and share health care, never worrying about doctors or hospital bills; never worrying over dentists and cavities.

i can't afford my health insurance. where does that leave me?

two homos live in idaho and both work at wal-mart, respectively. they get married and cannot afford health care. one can now join the other in the hospital while the other dies, trying to figure out their finances. two homos worry over dental costs after their teeth are knocked out, tied to a chain link fence.

where does this leave them?
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[10 Dec 2006|10:30pm]
pj: larry kramer is at the airport an inch from me.
me: haha spit in his face for me.

judging by my past, if i had were in pjs place and had been drinking, i would have taken care of that myself.
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collin. 12/06. [07 Dec 2006|12:23pm]

collin. 12/06.
Originally uploaded by gregg evans takes pictures.

honestly, i really would love some feedback on these. there's 4 new ones, and a bunch more that were already up.

yr critique is necessary.

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[04 Dec 2006|11:32pm]
last week i spent too much money on food and books, now i am broke. i don't know how i'm going to pay my rent tommorrow, or how i'm going to pay to get my laundry back from the laundromat (obvious solution: do your laundry yourself), or buy food for next 2 weeks. i have $2 on a metrocard that has to get me through the week until work finally gives me my metrocard i bought tax free. i am screwed. i hate new york city. i need to find a way to make more money, or buy a shotgun and shoot myself in the foot.

oh wait, i already have. fuck. i need to move already. new york blows.
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[01 Dec 2006|11:55pm]
overdrawn bank accounts are like nails on a chalkboard. sometimes i wish i could collect, without worry of debt, until i could collect no more. theres knowledge somewhere in things, even though my consciense (and bank account) say otherwise.
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[26 Nov 2006|03:00pm]
i just finished my application to UCLA. i now have to finish fixing my images to be put on a cd, get all 3 of my references, write my statement of purpose as well as perfect my artist statement, and have my transcipts sent out. all by january 16th. stressfull.

just keep thinking of barbara kruger.
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