Susan Supercharged

Imagenergy, not really.

2009-10-09T04:02:00.000-07:00

Image Heavy Blog this week. Some of my new collage/ print work for your entertainment. A photo that answers what do I do if I have nothing to wear? ( Plastic bottles). And a photo of an exhibit I went to in Shoreditch, in which I had absolutely no idea what was going on except there was a large pig in a box. It was shit really, not nearly as interesting as the photo seems to suggest. Just like most pictures, love, me.

Wonderland? What fucking postcode is that?

2009-09-29T09:26:00.000-07:00

I haven't blogged for a bit so I was looking for inspiration. Terry Herbert, a jobless ( rock on) treasure hunter from Staffordshire last week found the largest and most vaulable hoard of Saxon Gold ever found in history. The best part of this " funemployed" guys find was not the fact that he made the discovery on a 17 year old metal detector that he bought for £2.50, but the fact that ole Terry uttered the magic phrase" spirits of yesteryear take me where the gold appears." Like who knew that Harry Potter shit really works. I am going to try and use it on a load of things I REALLY need like a new flat and a new man. I tried it when I was looking for inspiration for this blog, and all of a sudden this card fell from the pages of ITS NICE THAT, and it was for this guy Barnaby Barford's ceramic work. I love it all..google him..he deals with some issues I adore like happy slapping and his titles are genius.

Potawatomi Princess Fashion Look Book

2009-08-16T05:10:00.000-07:00

I've been thinking alot about my Autumn Look Book and since I am a former Milwaukee Native American, and have just discovered the joys of fringing, I'm posting some photos that are informing my style. The no sew stitching fits in with my lack of technical ability to use a sewing machine, and the war paint application is very similar to my non deft hand of applying make up. I'm thinking this seasons look for me will be Potawatomi Princess/Civil war drummer with a Couregges twist. Altho my personal blood line includes no native American Indian ( "my trail of tears", has been more of "a trail of beers"..thanks for that quote jack eigel), I include a photo of my great great grandfather ( in bowler hat), from the same time period. I'm sure he spooked more than a few Indians off his land on his Wisconsin death trip.

Chrome Hoof/ Chris Cunningham

2009-08-10T06:53:00.000-07:00

Music/Performance: I have seen the future and its name is Chrome Hoof. I also had a revelation whilst watching Chris Cunningham. I lived thru his sonic/ visual/mind assault , even though at one point my teeth felt like they were being shoved down by throat and re inserted into my chest cavity. He's a master of the genre, and is not for the faint hearted, but it terrified and delighted my mind cavity into thinking this: you know, Im really not nurturing my dark side, and I am legally Mrs. Black Magik and remain so as of this posting.

My LIfe in Pulp Fiction?

2009-08-04T03:39:00.000-07:00

Always entertaining, some Pulp Fiction Titles I relate to. The one MISS DYNAMITE, I think is the closest to how I see myself.

Buckminster Fuller/ John Eigel, Me

2009-08-01T05:04:00.000-07:00

Just found this photo of me and the infamous Jack Eigel. Buckminster Fuller would be proud. This is from Jack's book " Dairyland Divas and Dandies" photographed by Francis Ford. Jack is one of the most unique visionaries, ever, and is highly underrated. Poetry im motion, he is a psychedelic walking piece of installation art. He is my Artist of the Day.

Buckminster Fuller/ Constance Abernathy

2009-08-01T03:20:00.000-07:00

I had a million random jobs during my misspent youth in New York City, and met a million random interesting people. Constance Abernathy was a talented jeweller and old school eccentric who I worked for a few times. She was a buddhist and carefully planned her suicide, which was a shocking concept to me back then. She told me a story of being best friends with Yoko Ono, but she never spoke to her again when she got together with John. She taught me about precious gems and beads, she left me a necklace and this photo when she died. I love the space race, but she didn't know that.

Susan Supercharged New Work

2009-07-27T07:40:00.001-07:00

I Heart/Rob Flowers

2009-07-25T16:03:00.000-07:00

One of my favourite pastimes is nicking flowers. As I see it, it allows me to look like a Bride everyday as I whizz through London on my get a way bike with a bouquet in hand. I have rules: No nicking from parks, public spaces or private homes. But if one of those lovely leafy gems sticks it head out past the borders its mine.

Being Jaded today in London

2009-07-25T15:24:00.000-07:00

It's a funny ole thing life, innit? Today in London I passed the time in Portobello Road. It was pleasant and I enjoyed a falafel from Falafel King. I visited a sort of office now cum, "Rock N Roll Public Library". (2 Acklam Road, under the Wetsway). An installation of punk rellics from the basement/spare room of Mick Jones from the Clash. I can image his missus demanded he find a suitable place for the authentically musty detritus. Fans will love this installation, which today included the man himself Mr. Mick Jones, suitably weathered and Pistol Glen Matlock was also there. I didn't take a photo of Mr. Matlock, as I couldn't be bothered, and it really made me ponder about the construct of time. At one point in my life ( when? i guess when I was a kid in Milwaukee? ), I would have been choked with enthusiasm, delight and hero worship, but today like the colour of my eyes, I am wondering if I have just become jaded? It is cool to live in London and get to see lots of old punk/pop/rock stars..but when did they stop being important to me? Who would float my boat now? Something to think about, and I hope I meet Bowie in the street one day soon to see if my rock n roll heart is just a big block of ice and can it be melted?

I am an autodidact and proud of it

2009-07-15T11:46:00.000-07:00

Andy Warhol and me, one of the last Warhol Superstars

2009-07-14T07:28:00.000-07:00

Back in 1987, I had the great honour of working with Andy Warhol. I was doing some modelling and was asked up to the old Con Edison building to the FACTORY, to do some filming for Andy's new TV show on MTV called Andy Warhol's Fifteen Minutes. As a small town Mid West girl, this was a dream come true.You can tell that we took modelling very seriously back in the Eighties, and it was really hilarious to see people making fools of themselves because of Andy's presense. Most of the Eighties was like that, this weird " you're not on the A list, you're not getting in attitude". Anyway, all day long celebrities came and went in a swirl of 80's surreal madness. I vividly remember chatting with William Burrough's while he held a loaded pistol in his hand. He was very kind and looked exactly like my Grandfather. Andy was coming and going keeping a watchful eye on all the days proceedings. Me and another model Dovanna were put in a little back studio to change where there were numerous mao silkscreens waiting to be framed, the small size would have rolled up nicely into my skirt, but I was stopped by another model who was appalled at my behaviour. I think Andy would have approved of my crime. Anyway the program aired on TV on my birthday which is January 15th. I watched it with my ex boyfriend and his father, and I thought , " this is so cool, I have finally made it"...The thing about the show was that I had been yammering on the set with lots of overly excited ideas, under one of Andy's assistants came over and basically told me to shut the fuck up. In true Andy fashion , many of those little ideas were included in the final edit. I'm not trying to take credit, I just thought it was super interesting that he had been absorbing all of our conversations and mentally taking notes. I was asked to come back again, and told that he would call me, but about 3 weeks later I opened the New York Post and Andy was dead. Alot of my dreams died that day too, and I really wish I would have stolen the silkscreen. Here are some scene grabs from the show. Check out this website www.warholstars.org

Coney Island Baby

2009-07-12T03:49:00.001-07:00

Back to Coney Island

2009-07-12T02:55:00.000-07:00

Coney Island is a special place: selling fun mixed with the sinister. Like most things in New York its has been renovated and sanitized down to a Gap friendly world, and theres little left to the glory that was ASTROLAND, except it seems quite clear that most f the employess have done hard time. If you're in New York I strongly recommend a visit there, as it may be your last chance to grab some of the scuzzy glamour. The well publicized FREAK SHOW is disappointing, but the Freak Show that is the public and employees, never ceases to deliver. The day I visited I almost got to be involved with a fight at Nathan's.(Which is not an advertized feature). The Cyclone is still the scariest rollercoaster in the world...splinters of wood fly off as you tumble towards your death. Even the Wonder Wheel is terrifying. Coney Island's history is dark and dank. I would have loved to have seen it when it was a " midget village" featuring 300 little people. Its steeped in urban myths, with alot of fires and deaths in the past. You constantly have the feeling of wanting to get out of there quick, that a disaster is waiting to happen. All this charm is set to the background music of the best hip hop mixed with the carny's weird Burrough's -esque rants. There was a plexiglas box with some mangy old mannequin that was bent over a toilet vomitting and shitting water out of his/her ass. Sorry I didnt get a photo of that, I was like deer in the headlights of wonder and disgust and confusion. I couldn't operate the camera.I can't stop thinking about it. It worked on so many levels. Like many sites in Coney Island, it really made an impact on me. I remember one of my first visits in the 1980's, I went on the ghost train in Dante's Inferno. After a few minutes on a rickey old train track, with a psycho in a soiled mummy costume jumping out and poking us, we got to the main room. In the middle of the pitch black room was a broken down mannequin with a ratty wig bathed in black light and neon coloured clothes, and a big sign reading, " Cindy Lauper she's soooo unusual!"???? Typically Dantes Inferno burnt down (something is always on fire at Coney Island). One of the most cracked out places on earth.

Artist of the Day: POSTERBOY

2009-07-11T16:52:00.000-07:00

Posterboy collages are smart, funny, beautiful and original. He is everything I love about art, he uses what's available, in a medium that is uniquely New York and uniquely Posterboy. These collages are made possible by the fact that there aren't tv eyes watching your every move like there are in London, and that advertising posters are essentially large stickers. I made a poor attempt at my own at the Bergen Street subway station, but these are Posterboy's, the master of the genre.

Maurizio Anzieri

2009-07-11T05:53:00.000-07:00

I've seen a few shows of Maurizio Anzieri. I dig him.

I have Ideas, Big Ideas and I'm Committed to Them

2009-07-10T14:41:00.001-07:00

The Writings on the Wall Part Two

2009-07-07T08:17:00.000-07:00

All these photographs are my copyright from my brainbox eyeball. Please respect that. I try to give credit where credit is due/ ALWAYS/.

The Writings on the Wall

2009-07-07T07:45:00.000-07:00

Here are my photographs of Street Art in New York City June 2009. I look for symbols and signs in everything. I hope God, Buddah, Allah, Jesus, Vishu or whoever else is running this damned world will let me know what to do next. Think you've got a clue, please let me know.

Michael jackson Puppet Brooklyn

2009-07-05T04:29:00.000-07:00

My Michael Jackson puppet can kick your Michael Jackson's Puppet's ass.

Michael Jackson Puppet Brooklyn

2009-07-04T15:54:00.000-07:00

27 Days in a Row NYC

2009-07-04T15:13:00.000-07:00

is this "no smoking, dont drop your charlie wraps, and no old boom boxes?"..answers on a post card please..

Michael Jackson Marionette came out day after he died. Evryone was trying to jump on that bandwagon. This poorly papier machied dummy looks very similiar to Michael's real ( sic) face. Please notice Tito puppet in background who collapsed.
Micheal Jackson memorial glove. Very quickly appeared in window after death announcement. Good try!!
Liz in Window. Micheal Jacksons death day, and Gay Pride Weekend.

Campus cuties

My Supercharged Life

2009-07-04T15:10:00.000-07:00

Ok, so everyone hates this name but its my life, so Let Me Be Great. Supercharged AMF is Art, Music, Fashion. I wont say it again, and I'll try not to hate, most of the time.