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Studio C Show 2012. Automatic Painting 2 2013. Everyone in this Dream has their own Dream, yet they all intermix seamlessly in this world. In my art I see multiple images within each piece - seamlessly intermixing - and even though I paint in a state of No Mind, each work still emerges whole, as if I had consciously created it that way. Journey To Gods Side Of The Line. Show coming up some time in 2014. Studio C, 5 floor Burns Building Calgary. Create a free website. Start your own free website.
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Shaun Gamble | Graphic Designer
Creating my own path, joining the dots for others". Hello and welcome to my online portfolio. My name is Shaun Gamble and I am a 23 year old Graphic Designer located in Hamilton, New Zealand. I graduated from Waikato University with a Bachelor of Computer Graphic Design. And am now in search of the next step in my journey. I enjoy all aspects of design including: Print Web Branding Corporate Identity 3D Modelling/Animation. Page and send me an e-mail or give me a call! What I Can Do.
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Casual Glory; or, Macaulay Culkin Does Nothing
Macaulay Culkin On His Way To Work.
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Casual Glory; or, Macaulay Culkin Does Nothing
Macaulay Culkin and the Lifelike Knife.
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Casual Glory; or, Macaulay Culkin Does Nothing
Macaulay Culkin At Dunkin Donuts. I'm standing in front of the ugly orange counter about to order three dozen bear claws when an old man hobbles up to the counter. "Hey, do you got any creamer back there? This milk smells fucking awful," he wheezes. "Sir, this customer was here before you," peeps the tiny lady behind the counter. I just give an awkward smile, and the man says, "Who, this faggot?
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Casual Glory; or, Macaulay Culkin Does Nothing
Macaulay Culkin's New Job. He stares at me. "What's wrong with you? He asks. "I'm over here trying to commiserate about the weather and build an amicable bond between us and you're just shrugging me off. Is today Asshole Day or something? Fuck this," he mutters. He takes off his hat, throws it to the ground, and storms off. A man in a suit exits the hotel and glares at me. "Did you just piss off Rick? Fuck you, man! Rick stomps away. The manager comes back outside. "Was that Rick?
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Casual Glory; or, Macaulay Culkin Does Nothing
Portait of Macaulay Culkin as an Angry Young Man. A rock hits me on the head as I'm standing on the sidewalk. "Hey, watch where you're going," I say as it bounces along the concrete. The rock says nothing because it is a rock and I feel stupid for speaking to it. A hunchbacked old mime passes by. "What's your problem? I ask aloud. "What a hellhole. I can't wait to get out of here." The emptiness says nothing because it is emptiness and I am quieted by its casual glory.
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Casual Glory; or, Macaulay Culkin Does Nothing
Macaulay Culkin Causes a Car Accident in Which No One is Seriously Hurt. He yells as he stuffs his intestines into his abdomen. I almost pass out. Yep, we’re good, the ambulance driver says. Phil? Back here, a muffled voice echoes in the back of the ambulance. Phil kicks open the back doors and hops out. His upper half is covered in scalpels and needles and he is carrying his head in his arms. The bus driver shouts, How about you, Miss? How how are you people even alive? What, after this?
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Casual Glory; or, Macaulay Culkin Does Nothing
I'm riding on the bus, but the bus driver is an ambulance driver. He is my dad. He's scared of something in the back of the bus, and I'm back there. "Macaulay! Get up here," he yells as he cranks on the steering wheel. I walk towards him, hands on the upper railings. We're going fast enough to blur everything touching the windows. "Macaulay, it's coming!
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Casual Glory; or, Macaulay Culkin Does Nothing
Macaulay Culkin in: Flat Doctors and Godspots. Every doctor I see just ignores them," I told my hairdresser, Rhoda. "They're just in and out, like, 'Nope. I sure don't see anything wrong with the glowing damn spots all over this guy's skin.'" "Ain't you said anything to them yet? Rhoda checked the evenness of my bangs. "The last guy I saw, I say, 'Don't you see these glowing freckles? You sure this is legal? Can you tell me what - what ARE these? And I held out my hands, but I was asking about the spots ...