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Opening November 14th at Cheryl Haines Gallery, San Francisco A Study For Sofia Coppola’s Film ‘Powhida’ Video and Paintings by William Powhida

Dear Dash Snow,

If you happen to be in London again this year for Frieze, please skip the masturbatory celebration of Capitalism and go fight the good fight in Lund, Sweden. Watching some skinheads destroy Serrano’s photographs made me ill. Clearly, now, I understand the importance of your art. I’ve never found anything deviant or socially unacceptable about your work, I just don’t understand how you rocketed to success for partying. It’s time to rally for art and free expression. Get over there Dash, and bring your A-team. Throw an epic party and invite the neo-nazis. Show them what it’s all about. Fashion vs Fascism, I think you guys can take the skinheads. Show some ass, fuck a whore, do some coke, eat some shrooms, bring your wife and daughter and battle the skinheads (Be sure to hire some muscle to fuck them up though, in case they bring axes and crowbars). It’s time to stop the symbolic resistance against whatever it is you resist here, and give a live demonstration of free, uninhibited expression, motherfucker. Make up for the ironic swastika graffiti at Deitch and get crazy on their reactionary asses.

I’d do it if I had the cash. Fucking skinheads.

-William

My studio mate, Magale, took me up on my claim about making the Art in America Review an original work of art and I signed my first copy on Wednesday. I found it amusing, since I don’t think Magale particularly even likes my work, though she she understands it. The appropriation seems like a logical conclusion to the editorial decision to juxtapose my review next to the review of Dash Snow and Dan Colen’s Nest at Deitch, as well as the Terence Kho review. The critique posited by the show is simply carried on in the context of the magazine. It’s like much of my work, where the magic happens when someone responds.

The following exchange occurred this morning between my assistant, myself, and Gawker.

Did you see this-? I thought it was pretty funny until i saw this.
I think maybe I should go away for a while…

-t

Dear Gawker,

The apparent douche bag in ‘I’ve Got Three Beers You Have Two I’m Here To Party, I Thought You Knew,’ photograph from the Useless magazine party is not actually a hipster douche bag. In fact, he’s my volunteer, unpaid assistant who routinely is forced to do things like entertain my friends when I abandon them for more important people and get me beers two at a time (I don’t feel bad about that part, because they are free and I got him in). I also had been berating the photographer because he didn’t seem to KNOW WHO THE FUCK I WAS!?! I know it’s easy to mistake my assistant for a moronic hipster, but he works incredibly hard for nothing and despite the hat, beard, and skinny pants he really is an awesome person.

So, I feel that I have to stand up for my assistant, and say the only reason he was there was to make me feel self-important (I feel powerful introducing my assistant, like I’m Dan Colen or something), fetch me beers, light my cigarettes, and tell me that everything is going to be OK.

Damn you Gawker,

William Powhida

Ok, I didn’t use your name or anything, but I tried…we’ll see if they post the comment. I’ll run it on my blog too. It’s too good not to. You’re going to be famous. Stick with me kid. We’ll start a war if we have to. BTW, I love the hat, beard, and skinny pants.

Will Gawker run my comment? Who knows, but if they sent someone to photograph the Useless Magazine then they are at least complicit in the douche baggery.