a story about taocm washington

found some footage of tacoma form the 1940s thought i would upload it

A coat made of disease

and crown made of fingers.
his mouth a open sore
his thoughts flew and scattered like ravens.
he approached the labyrinth of a straight line. he was always approaching.

on the table sat the ceramic life size statue of a nude child.
its body covered in tumors. its legs open.

fluids of the transexualized body

in my sceond attempt at a art video i created
conceving joseph part one
in it im trying to looki at how male and female white fluids crated my body.how milk which i cannto produce created me nad how seaman and sweat contunie to to come out of a post puberty body. and how a white fluid can construct the idenity of a man.
this is part one i want to make part 2 and 3 which i have scritps for but it wil lcost way to much.
in part 2 joseph gets married and in part 3 joseph has children.
the cycle of what is called a man
if you like this please fee free to donate so i can make part 2 and and 3

George Bataille eyesand aztec blood sacrirfice

when i lived in athens. i would find kiosks with native american dream catchers and ceramic states of native americans smoking pipes under a tree.
curiously i picked up and underneath i found a gold sticker "made in china"
but we are not here to talk about globalization instead i wanted to talk about perceptions of native American culture in the western world
and the romanticize of said culture
in any radical meleu you will ehar a alot about batille.
in battilles essasy extinct america
in the circles of radical america. you sometiems ehar the name
George Bataille
looking at that cheap porcelin image of the native american as the savge form the wilderness in soem romanitc state.
it reminded me
european obsession with aztec death and sacrifice. and the european attatchement that sacrifice and is somewhat negetive and that the pre columbians were a bunch of barbarians and monsters.
to George Bataille the aztecs are a engima. civlized yet enganging in human sacrifice.
as though the two were diometricly oppsoed.
to George Bataille. it was a inversion of chrstian values.
in the peice George Bataille facinated with aztec violence travels to mexio jsut to say authentic aztec experenice has vansihed.
wich i think isa really western and raceist way to to look at the aztecs
batille describes aztec culture as a contunius crime commited in broad daylight.

he goes on to say they havea a "excessive" taste fro death
wich he goes on to explain lead totheir downfall.
no it was not spanish genocide and conquest
not it was their own culture wich had different vlaues to the west thats hat it was
he goes to sya to understand the aztecs the onl yway to do it is through sade.
you got to be kididng me. a aristocract fro ma coloinal power.
is the only way to understand a colonized people.
he goes on to call aztec citys human slughterhouses juxtopositoned with gardens and flowers.
and batille says the aztecs were the bloddiest people to walk upon the earth.
he msut be joking.
to quote him
"they died suddenly like crushed insects"
battile main idea in this is that their luft for blood lead them to be crushed by the spanish as though a kind of catholic guilt for their sinds. the spanish beign the embodyment of guilt .
battile was a total disapointment to me in this. i think hes overrated always have sincei read story of the eye.
i have read everything George Bataille wrote. hes jsut overrated.

No you dont know me

here is my submission to the summer art festival in Athens Greece.

from the press release

"from the German word "museal" has a unpleasant meaning it describes objects to which the observer no longer has a vital relationship and is in the process of dying museum and mausoloum are etonomicly connected their market value leaves no room for the pelsure of looking at a object - theo adorno

"no you don't know me" is artist Joseph Taylor submission to the July art festival.
in this Joseph uses a nauseating sound juxtaposition with with shakey video to give the viewer a uneasy feeling .
in the words of the artist
" this piece is meant to play on attack on the viewers senses
placed inside the museum is a space of comfort viewing and security
where this piece placed in in the museum causes a disruption of space.
a deterrotorialization of the museum clean space.
the idea is to disrupt the very European idea of the museum
a very capitalist and colonialist space. a ideological apparatus set to uphold certain hegemonic relations and values.
a museum is a questionable place. where the artist
can show his cultural and creative superiority.
take for example taxidermy it makes a dead thing look alive. same with a museum
once a object has been named "art" by a specialist or the market, it loses it cultural value and becomes aesthetics object. and is palces is a dead place like a museum
the aurua of authenticity and originality isi n the museum
and it has a huge monetary value but no cultural value once in the museum
and its reproduction only has no monetarily value but some what a cultural value in the form of postcards and posters.
so im saying we are not artists until a specialist tell us we are or we are not artists until the market says we have a value

so Iam not a artist until someone "owns" me or soemone "buys" me

A typewriter made of human teeth

it was a curious machine.
as she placed her hands upon human teeth that made up the keys of the old Underwood typewriter
her fingertips touched the yellowed teeth. each one


one even had a cavity

as she began to type. it was not words that appeared on the white paper but dental imprints
she soon was writing out a code.

then nine winds of the west

Anatomy of a illness

the following is a imaginary disease i created
the photos are by me
no all imaginary friends are corporal some are made of germs on such freind is called
" the man who walks west" hes a new imaginary friend i just met
he didn't have much of a body but hes made of of germs and microscopic tissue
here you will see him showing him self to us in his native form .


the illness which affects the victim cause

*small black round tumors to grow and than fall out of the mouth and other orfaces
* a whiting of the skin
* black lines to appear on the face

here is subject zero before and after

before






"the man who walks west" enters the subject and it begins to change its habitists face unto its own
the same way a person carves a face on a stone. the original stones face is gone and the new face begins to appear.



the change is subtle


As the "man who walks west" begins to see through the eyes of its host



its first words are hello, and tells us hi name




"the man who walks west" stops speaking as it becoems diffcult to do so as the small black tumors
begin to appear and fill up the mouth with in munites they fall out of the subjects mouth.






so begain a long friend ship with the imginary freind named "the man who walks west"

more to come

Statues of salt

Statues of salt
whats that sound
its a train i recorded going form portland to tacoma

the focus of this video is native American issues.
the poem i write with it goes as follows
a man surrounded by four walls of flesh in the house of illness.


he walked with a coat made of headaches.

the rotted wood crumbled before his inquiring hands. behind the black wood lay a few twisted grubs. my fingernail punched their soft white flesh.

on the other side of the evening
he approached the repeating mirror .

it always stuttered the same ugly face. his own .


on the other side of the night
he built his totems with his own hands his hands now splinted and scared from carving his own face.
the subject is native identity and forced memory
take for example prousts remembrance of lost time and involuntary memory.
the way memory's that are not necessarily ones we chose to remember but seem to remember us so to speak.
a memory that is like a shared cultural memory created by a sometimes single but most times multiple representation ( for example a photograph a movie etc)
the memory becomes something form the outside preformed and placed inside of your senses.
and we unknowingly take part in the coununation of a cultural stereotype or media construction . it than begins to form things liek jokes everyone in the culutre can get ( for example
the video its self is a about two representations of the native American
one is the European view of a people in some kind of historical Nobel savagery a romantic static image n time . even the modern native is seen in this light liberals and the right alike. see the Indian in this historicized light of 19 century untouched way colliding with modern American integration
so you have 2 constructed images of the native American as the tee pee buffalo hunting plains Indian which is the dominant view. which hides other types for tribes and their lifestyles. i.e. inuit and Salish tribes and Apache in the southwest.
so in short you have these 2 very static constructed images created by Europeans of native American as a historicized late 19 century static image removed form reality like a novelty image sold and resold over and over again .
but thsi is avery social approch to unvoluntary memory this will be my starting point to a much more subjective approch to memory time and consccousness.

A new beggining

after thinking about making a blog for a long time
but out of fear of exposing my true self to others.
WHY I HATE BLOGS
most blogs i have been to because they are subjects im interested in
are people writing about other people.
most blogs i seen are very specific blogs for people who can relate to a specific cultural kitsch
that somehow relates to your experience as a middle class liberal.
well this is my attempt to write for the first time about someone nobody has ever written about
ME
a half Indian autistic video artist in a wet rundown old lumber town .
i personally find my life boring and fascinating at the same time
ill be doing video review book review takings my my experience as a angry person who grew up on food stamps poor on a reservation with no father and no hopes except a broken dream.
i think my views will be more radical and more insightful than any political theory or cultural commentary you will ever read. because im not in a ivory tower or reading about other people and posting my thoughts about those people on the internet im jsut going to repoert my desirres my lfie as a half the tiem homless person on my own ancestors land . and as a austitic person who even other austicis dotn like beacuse i dont fit their category of what a austitic is



in this you will meet my imgarny freinds
all of them
some thingsi n this blog may seem dark and disturbing to you
well to me its nto dark its just who i am and im come to terms with it ..have you?

Destroys mankind of the sunrise....

She piles up heads on her back

She ties up hands in her bundle....