Dan Attoe, New Painting

Dan Attoe sent this new painting along of an Astronaut on a Lunar surface discovering the limits of our knowledge.




Side note: I will be away for the weekend on the last National Guard drill in my contract. 6 years. I have met a lot of great people in the guard, but I am glad to be finished. I feel like a weight is going to be lifted from my chest when I am done. I know that stress from being in the Army and being in Afghanistan has compromised my ability to enjoy life for 6 years.

I am not saying there were not some good times, there were. Or that I did not learn about the world, and human nature, I did. It was like living a little of Joseph Conrads Heart of Darkness.

I have a lot of empathy for people in the military, and contrary to what many people think there are a lot of smart, curious, interesting, and articulate people in the army. I met several lifelong friends while serving in Afghanistan. If you are out there reading this I wish you all the best.

Dan Attoe is a Man You Can Trust! Sublime Women, Easy Storms, and Cold Neon (or in the words of a poet: the good stuff)

Dan Attoe, New Paintings

Dan Attoe is a Genius

Link to Dan Attoe at Peres Projects

When I think of Dan I always remember this poem by Charles Bukowski called the Best, and I dont know if I legally can post it here, but CB wouldnt care cause hes dead anyways:


Worst And Best


in the hospitals and jails
it's the worst
in madhouses
it's the worst
in penthouses
it's the worst
in skid row flophouses
it's the worst
at poetry readings
at rock concerts
at benefits for the disabled
it's the worst
at funerals
at weddings
it's the worst
at parades
at skating rinks
at sexual orgies
it's the worst
at midnight
at 3 a.m.
at 5:45 p.m.
it's the worst
falling through the sky
firing squads
that's the best
thinking of India
looking at popcorn stands
watching the bull get the matador
that's the best
boxed lightbulbs
an old dog scratching
peanuts in a celluloid bag
that's the best
spraying roaches
a clean pair of stockings
natural guts defeating natural talent
that's the best
in front of firing squads
throwing crusts to seagulls
slicing tomatoes
that's the best
rugs with cigarette burns
cracks in sidewalks
waitresses still sane
that's the best

my hands dead
my heart dead
silence
adagio of rocks
the world ablaze
that's the best
for me.