its a terrible misconception that the dead can only exist at the night. i actually am sitting down drinking a soup and watching the simpsons now in the afternoon light. you see, dead people do almost the same things the living do... well i have to admit i don't feel hunger, or at least the idea of hunger that i felt when I was alive. its almost like i feel just the curiosity to feel hunger. in fact it’s a curiousity, an intense curiosity actually that permeates my whole being now that i exist as a ghost. it’s hard to explain, but it’s almost like i feel like i exist as both present and a reflection of myself at the same time. kinda like a full fitting mirror, skin thick that surrounds me in a bubble so that my lucidity is magnified infinitely. death is fun.
as i said death is fun. and i think it is incredibly beautiful. i like dying, its almost like experiencing an organsm constantly but still being able to be perceptive. and o yes, i almost forgot this is the second time died. i guess some people have a terrible habit of killing myself. it makes me feel good having a funeral and ceremony performed for me. i do admit I can float.
O. yes all those naked guys were hired to pinch people's asses when they came into the opening. asia song society = ASS i always thought that gallery openings should have more ass groping and free champagne and an endless supply of beer. our gallery is designed to lose money. it was meant to exist as a black hole. i am fascinated by black holes and white holes.
nope there was nothing to see. absolutely nothing. when you ever have the opportunity to gaze clearly into your ASS crack, you realize its nothing but the empty void of pure division.
i wouldn't classify it as change or even in the syntax of an evolution. its more trancendantal osmosis within a framework of illusionistic tendencies. kinda like walking along an endless path of a pure white mobius loop walkway. if a boy falls into an abyss, the ceremony that follows can only be pure.
completely. i conceive of myself in the classical sensuality of the alchemist sculptor. my work is about pure emotion, love and chemicals.
i do not dance. dancing is for evil people and i am not an evil ghost. i am however looking forward to attending the madonna "confessions tour" concert this summer at madison square garden. i will be wearing vintage pink comme des garcons.
art school is for faggots. dirty queers. stinky gays.
pain.
i have never tasted tofu but enjoy looking at it, how it sits in mountain water in a ceramic white bowl. i have put sprinkled daffodils roots on them by the moonlight to heighten its sublimity.
i don't think a koh work is set to fulfill anything. if anything i would like to subtract from the world and leave a negative. its like a rabbit eating a rainbow. what comes out is only colored pebbles that do not yet shine.
no. i think of my websites are very different from the artist books i make because they are about pure light. i think of the websites as cathode rays beaming pure pleasure nodes into people's retinas but my artist books as conduits that beam sensual nodes into people's sexual organs. for me, when i make artist books they feel like naughty little children of mine that people can feel and touch. it get me excited and turned on when i imagine someone around the world touching one of the books i make myself because i am definitely psychically connected to everything that i make. i almost feel when i get a random hard one someone somewhere has turned a page of mine.
i really do hope people get destroyed by my next show. every show i make actually centers itself around a snow white bomb, so that when you enter your innermost ego gets imploded and fractured into an infinite cosmology of pieces. so really in each show you complete and destroy the universe within yourself.
a secret killing. i was a murderer.
i think i already answered the question. you already know it. it always already knew it.