Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Its certain conversations that make me happy i log my instant messages.

The picture is my heart-loaf. I had to make dinner for my mother when she was sick. I don't like meat.
Heartloaf, 2008

Sunday, April 27, 2008

There will come a time when you can even take your clothes off when you dance.

I had an interesting day at work. I was working the cash register when my manager comes up to me and tells me that 'Tony Soprano from the real life' (exact words.) is standing in the front room. Naturally, I have to see for myself, so I go and look. Looking at our jean wall is a tall skinny guy in an Adidas track suit (RUn DMC style), clean white tennis shoes and slicked back hair. He was also quite tan, but not orange kind of tan. I told Randee that he wasnt Tony so much as he was Paulie Walnuts, a Capo, perhaps, but not a boss. (cuz I'm a pro...). His son then comes up to us with a handful of clothing, and asks for a fitting room. He was the cutest little muffin, very polite, and very gay. While Capo Johhny is waiting for his son, Randee and I are taking wagers on whether or not he was going to pay with cash or not. When the son comes out of the fitting room, I begin to ring them up. They were both very polite and cracked jokes about the music and whatnot, and I offered his cutey son a job. The total price of their armful of clothes came to $606...and sure enough, Capo Johnny pulls out a HUGEEEEEEEE wad of cash and peels off 6 hundred dollar bills. His son seemed quite embarrassed, which was cute. When they left, Randee and I shat our pants, cuz we were both so amped to see someone that looked like a stereotype from the Sopranos. True story.

The picture above is from my toilet in my old apartment. My roommate was taking an antibiotic that turned her urine neon yellow. SHe left it there with a note. I thought it was amazing, so I took a picture.

"Look at my pee, its orange-KB", 2006

Friday, April 25, 2008

"All I ever really want is sugar"-Andy Warhol

I submitted my art for the senior show today. They were quite small in comparison to the other work I saw in the room, but I feel i might be okay once they are hung. I added a modest price of $20 for them. I wish I hadn't procrastinated so much on getting them matted and whatnot, I might have submitted something better. Or at least more images.

The image in this post is relatively old school, but I love it, and it seems to fit with the rest of my work on this blog

Its Friday night, and I'm at home. My only friend has gone to Arizona for the weekend. What a drag.

Floor, 2006

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

From this day on, I own my father's gun.

Upon starting this blog, I told myself that I would try to update every day. But, in reality, my life is just so damn boring that it won't be worth updating daily. So I guess whenever I feel it appropriate, I will update.
I'm also using this as a cheap substitute for a website. Hosting is expensive, y'all! dang!
So, until www.whoamorganhill.com is up and running, enjoy looking at my artwork here. whoo hoo!

My mostly companion, Steven and I had a good time on Saturday, trespassing among other acts of hooliganism. I like to blame it on the warm weather and the full moon, but in reality, I think it had alot to due with the full bottle of wine I had imbibed earlier in the night.

(left) Steven the Art Director, 2008
(right) Drunky Morgan has fun with long exposures, 2008

Monday, April 21, 2008

Suckin' too hard on your lollipop, Loves gonna get you down.

I had my exit interview with Steven, and I'm happy to say it went very very well, despite the week-long anxiety attack i was having over it. Now all I have to get done is a ten page paper on Martin Scorsese. In reality, I'll probably just rant about how much I love Goodfellas for 10 pages.
For once in my life, I am relatively worry-free, at least temporarily. Right now, my main concern is money, of course, and how to hide my newest tattoo from my parents for as long as possible. But it seems inevitable that they'll see it at graduation.

The image included in this post is one of my favorites...I find my drunken, vomiting friends quite amusing, now if I could only see them that obliterated more often. Its a shame, really. All my friends in NJ are either minors, or can hold their booze quite well. Which is NO fun.

A Good Night, 2007

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Happy 4.20...Or whats left of it, that is. I don't celebrate anymore, but I feel its only appropriate to pay homage to my old favorite holiday.
I just about finished my thesis for Steven tomorrow. I have a few loose ends to tie up, but its typical of me, leaving it until the last minute. I'm a bit nervous, selling myself to the head honcho. But i suppose we all are. I just hopes he asks us about our SVA experience, because I've been itching to give him a piece of my mind regarding a certain photography on assignment teacher. (not Joe Pluchino of course. I love Joe)
I have high hopes on getting my website up and running ASAP. So, www.whoamorganhill.com...Look for it, and be psyched. I also have high hopes for my senior show entry. Despite my bitterness towards the mentor program, I'm still amped for this shot at some glory in my last year of school.

I took the accompanying photo at work today. I'm not sure if its easy to understand, but basically, I got on a ladder and put my face in the security camera. Then, with the help of my manager (as seen below me) we freeze-framed the shot of me on the security monitors and I snapped a picture. What can I say, I wasn't meant for retail!

Photograph: Hi Big Brother, Morgan is Watching, 2008

Friday, April 18, 2008

R.I.P. College

I've decided to give this blogging thing another go. This site seems a bit more sophisticated than live journal and a bit less juvenile than Xanga. (Which I still have active accounts on, thank you very much)
Its down to the homestretch in my career at the School of Visual Arts. I don't quite know how I feel about that at the moment. I think its too late for me to write anything of real substance.

Pooping Instructions, 2007