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Arses and Elbows - March 2007

I could have danced all night by Brooke Waldvogel, gouache on paper, 2006
I could have danced all night by Brooke Waldvogel, gouache on paper, 2006



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Chasing the Dragon by Brooke Waldvogel, lino print, 2006
Chasing the Dragon by Brooke Waldvogel, lino print, 2006
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Still life, oil on canvas, 2006

March 27th 2007 06:26
Still life, oil on canvas, 2006
Still life, oil on canvas, 2006
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Compass, acrylic on cardboard, 2006

March 26th 2007 03:10
Compass, acrylic on cardboard, 2006
Compass, acrylic on cardboard, 2006
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I feel about this big...
boy, is my face red
What happened to me?
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Born in a time and place similar to a hospital, the boyish looking document-creator has two feet and two arms suitable for all manner of creative enterprise. A lover of putting pencils in strange and unusual places, the young doco-maker, put pencils all over flat surfaces much to his own chagrin. Disillusioned with life and education in general, the pencil-lover put his pens down. Fortunately the Technical and Farting Emanation (TAFE), in the place with boxes on mounds, accepted his deficiencies. Unfortunately, he didn’t accept theirs. He left to pursue a career in making couches lower to the floor and wore out many a TV. Set for life by his industriousness, the TV-lover began to acquire the services of pieces of paper with ink in them and all bound together like some sort of book. He couldn’t read them. Finally life caught up to the book-lover and he set about working in the community for his own benefit. At last he began to read his bound and inked pages because of the journeys to and fro and a certain social awkwardness. Retiring at the ripe old age of something or other, the young tax-payer began enjoying the fruitlessness of his labour. Finally after hours of reading cereal packets, the young retiree began writing himself. He has always written himself since. Liberated by his adventures in the dictionary entries, the word-cobbler began enjoying his pencils again too. He found no warm and comfy spot for his worded compositions which was just as well, because he was underprepared for the thing called the world. At a loose end, again, the wordy little bastard, noted for his silence, was fortunate enough to be given entry to the institution now known as the Tangible and Frenetic Elocution(TAFE) in the town of frankness. Hoping to unite his love of literature with his visual sensibilities, the little scribbler, would love to work in a public sphere and have a ball at the same time.
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Twee jacket

March 19th 2007 08:33
Twee Jacket, fingers moved by messages from the brain that moved the mouse that sent messages to a computer screen, 2006
Twee Jacket, fingers moved by messages from the brain that moved the mouse that sent messages to a computer screen, 2006
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A bird in a tree

March 18th 2007 01:08
Bird and tree, pen on paper, 2004
Bird and tree, pen on paper, 2004
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Pen if you're thoughts by Brooke Waldvogel, oil on canvas, 2004
Pen if you're thoughts by Brooke Waldvogel, oil on canvas, 2004
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Life Drawing #5 by Brooke Waldvogel

March 12th 2007 02:02
Life Drawing #5 by Brooke Waldvogel
Life Drawing #5 by Brooke Waldvogel, ink on paper, 2005
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don't think about genitals, don't think about genitals, don't think about genitals, don't think about genitals, don't think about genitals,don't think about genitals,don't think about genitals,don't think about genitals,
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Rodin couldn't keep it in his pants

March 11th 2007 01:51
Rodin couldn't keep it in his pants
Auguste Rodin, meathook and mouse, 2004
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Life Drawing #4 by Brooke Waldvogel

March 10th 2007 00:09
Life Drawing #4 by Brooke Waldvogel, charcoal on paper, 2005
Life Drawing #4 by Brooke Waldvogel, charcoal on paper, 2005
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Curtly Ambrose

March 8th 2007 23:38
Curtly Ambrose
Curtly Ambrose, matted mouse, 2004
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Frank Woolley & Jimi Hendrix

March 8th 2007 00:17
Woolley and Hendrix, mouse on mat, 2004
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Iron Bottom

March 7th 2007 00:55
Ian Botham
Ian Botham, manual and digital, 2004
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Something's Amiss, Dennis

March 5th 2007 23:46
Dennis Lillee
Dennis Lillee, machinated hand job, 2004
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Adult Hitler

March 5th 2007 02:05
Hitler
Adult Hitler, computer and hand job, 2004
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Who wears the pants?

March 4th 2007 23:57
Who wears the pants?

My pants go on and off like everyones. Since there has been so much mature debate about what art is lately, I undo my fly and urinate on your console. It's no consolation that I won't let you piss in my pocket. Don't let anyone do the same to you. Don't endeavour to be written down to or write down to others. I urinate in my mouth and gurgle. My pants go on one ear at a time. I know my arse from my bottom, thank you. I'm a limbo master; I've been waiting that effing long. I'll grab your broomstick and beat the living shit out of you. Anyone can, if they apply themselves, represent the physical world in the form of a picture. Talk about a right nutter, total and utter. I wear the pants in my trousers.
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Fraser Gehrig by Brooke Waldvogel

March 4th 2007 00:30
Fraser Gehrig by Brooke Waldvogel
Fraser Gehrig by Brooke Waldvogel, oil on canvas, 2005

Fuck you suck. Fuck you, suck. You suck, you fuck. Fuck, you suck. Fuck you suck, you fucking suck. You suck. Fuck. You’re stuck in your muck. Fuck, you’re out of luck. You’ll do anything for a buck. I’ll ride you like a chicken, cluck. You’ll go down on me like a duck. I’ll grab a chisel and put it your ear before I apply the mallet. Clutch your wallet. I’ll call it.
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Life Drawing #3 by Brooke Waldvogel
Life Drawing #3 by Brooke Waldvogel, charcoal on paper, 2005

It's simply a fucked fact that fussy females and fellows find frontal muff shots on the nose. I'll tell you what stinks, you. You stink. You'll wake up one morning to find my genitals on your nose. You'll try to free yourself. To no avail. You'll look down your nose as I send my privates into your brain cavity. Get the message? I might have no idea about art but I have some idea about art. I take things very literally. I went to my father's 40th birthday celebrations in my birthday suit. I got barred. Up yours pretenders and pedants.
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Fuck fuck, shitfuck

March 2nd 2007 23:35
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Caged man by Brooke Waldvogel

March 2nd 2007 07:59
Caged man by Brooke Waldvogel
Caged man by Brooke Waldvogel, mixed media sculpture, 2005
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