Matthew Nicholas: Artist: 2013

Wouldn’t you…wouldn’t you, well wouldn’t you.

I am a position of contension, inherently. I am a myth I am a demon the thing the vessel of which my thoughts reside. The two don’t go together. That’s what this act is about my attempt to merge the two. Difference or skull fucking. Abstention oh what the hell for.

Wouldn’t it be great marlon brando seranading this massive lavender soft missle with his voice which has undertones of a …soft lavender missile. We can pretend.

I am about as strong as a moral can be as penertable as one’s conscience can be. I operate day to day on the premise that I hold this position of contension of mortality. Evertime I ejactulate I submit to some omniprescence of death. A little dying, in my mouth, on the floor, over my head. Out from my mouth.

“In two words define regret or in other words – define regret

Mother Fucker, last night, last words, personality disorder, internet café, “my” education

In fifteen seconds let go

In ten sentences express the inspiration to carry on then find the inspiration to carry on

In one word change your father’s mind

In two seconds define shame

Explain truth and translate it into Spanish then that into old English then into German and that into Hebrew come on and do it!

one minute from now tell me how it ends- the world, this relationship, etc., etc., etc.”

If you had one thing to say to a stranger in passing what would it be? Heya. No. Dynamite. Yum. Thanks. Rapture.

I Hate America ! ( I Love America) Skype session workshop

Speculative communal space in space with floating men

We Can Do Things Differently if You Want (2013)