WHAT THE HELL

Country Fried Home Videos (my brother Chris' toes), Jacob Calle

What The Hell 2

Speaking of Calle, I'd love to bring up his stupid shit as being apropo today. What the Hell should be the name of our city right now. Instead it's the title of his unfinished film. In the course of running Scavenger Hunts that push the boundaries of taste (light yourself on fire, make out with a stranger) and curating outsider shows in warehouses that burn down (contrary to rumor, I didn't burn anything down) Calle has set himself up as a Rob Pruitt (after his comeback) for Houston.

One man sweeping a mountain of broken glass

In the course of the next month you can expect taggers to blow up in Galveston and the city's insterstitial spaces. Performance work will get more and more violent. Painters will develop a taste for darkness and pain. Alcoholism will be rampant. New transplants to the city will be faced with a shuttered gallery system- some institutions may even go under in the short term. If we can just get back to openings and articles we could be alright, but I do not see polite chit-chat in my future.

Drowning doesn't require water, just effort.