My Favorite Freak of the Week

My Favorite Freak of the Week

 

When I lived in Seattle in the late nineties, I used to go over to my friend Jude's apartment almost every day and smoke her gross menthol cigarettes, drink her very good coffee, and read her self-help books. Sometimes, I'd go over just for a nap because she had an amazing bed. Once, I was there and noticed this vivid, strange, beautiful, little drawing propped up on one of her shelves.  It did that thing that good art sometimes does-- it reminded me of a bunch of different stuff but was completely original, wholly its own thing. The drawing reminded of medieval illuminations, fairy tale illustrations, Salvador Dali, Marc Chagall, Dorothea Tanning, and tarot cards, but it was thoroughly unique, foreign, and exciting.  When I saw it that first time, I remember thinking, "How did Jude afford real art?"

It turned out that Jude's friend David Simpson was the artist and that he had given it to her. A surge of dark covetousness squeezed my heart. I was pissed that I had pointed it out and talked about it with her instead of just stealing it as soon as I saw it.  After that, every time I went over there, I stared at it. I loved the mysterious characters, the impossible setting, and the indecipherable-to-my-conscious-mind-yet-deeply-resonant-to-my-psyche story in it.  I'm so grateful that I can see it online now. Jude lives on Vashon Island, so I don't get over to her house to stare at it very often. 

All of David's work is vested with story. Sometimes he writes gorgeous, surreal and mythic stories to go with the paintings and drawings. He sneaks stylish made-up words and beautiful imagined languages into the stories. His writing makes me think of that Francis Bacon quote, "The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery."  David's art and writing are like those yummy, saturated dreams you get sometimes, the ones that are full and ripe and almost ecstatic, as if a band of mischievous angels got into your head during the night and planted a garden behind your eyes.  I LOVE EVERY SINGLE THING HE MAKES!  And btw, he's an absolutely hilarious, darling, warm person, just in case you were wondering.

I've posted a few of my favorite pieces below.  If you'd like to see more of his work, take a look at his Flickr stream. If you'd like to set him up with a hot, athletic, wealthy, sexy man or you are one, find him on Facebook.

The one at Jude's house.

The one at Jude's house.

A little book of drawings.

A little book of drawings.

From one of David's commissioned Ketubahs-- a Jewish marriage contract/beautiful sacred love artwork some couples have made for their wedding.  I bet you could hire him to make one for you!  

From one of David's commissioned Ketubahs-- a Jewish marriage contract/beautiful sacred love artwork some couples have made for their wedding.  I bet you could hire him to make one for you!  

Sugar Ray Asterflutenzine, herself. 

Sugar Ray Asterflutenzine, herself. 

Below is a short sample of one of David's stories. It goes with the painting above.  Isn't it gorgeous?

"Sugar Ray Asterflutenzine sits within the green of night reading the ever so feared eschewed rare magical books of herbal delights without an ounce of mystical fright. She dressed herself in the feathers of twilight sprinkled with the starlight of a cool Summer's night. 
Being of sound disk and ray, she peered through the looking glass of Meaning Making and watched from within her trembles of sheer disquisitivity how words, pictures,and plants dance to the drumbeats of an ancient cognitive insight. Each plant telling the story of itself into the beings that could stand upright." 

Isn't he dreamy? Pun intended!

Isn't he dreamy? Pun intended!

 
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