Who needs another fucking zine? Not you, obviously.Too bad.Because in a world already overrun with zines I humbly offer up yet another. Mind you, this is not just any old run-of-the-mill zine. This is a zine that positively revels in it's own pointlessness.This slim and utterly superfluous volume is represents a compilation of hand drawn lists and charts, containing a wide variety of spurious information all of which has been fabricated out of thin air by the author, (me).It is a veritable cornucopia of misleading, disparaging and deceitful details almost none of which bare even the slightest relationship with any known reality.How you can resist such a thing?Well obviously you can't. Especially when you realize that each and every one of these one hundred and twenty individually incoherent editions has been beautifully risographed in delightful teal colored ink, comes with a hand-printed letterpress cover and is individually numbered by the artist, (me). Plus they all contain a moderately thrilling 'artistic addition', which can found lurking somewhere near the back.
So obviously the question on everyone's lips is "how do I get my sweaty little digits on one of these peculiar publications?". Well wonder no longer, dear reader. These oddities will become available on the opening night of my latest 'art' show, coincidentally titled "Some Things That May Be Helpful At Some Point", which takes place at The Compound Gallery on the evening of October 21st, 2017.I realize, of course, that most of you will have better things to do with your time than travel all the way to Oakland to stand around gawping at walls covered in my delusional daubings. In which case the zine is also available for purchase right now, through the miracle of the internet, at The Compound Gallery's online Art Shop.Don't miss out. This is the zine that will finally make your life complete.