Found some old designs I made for t shirts a few years ago. I actually have a hundred, but a friend wanted some stuff for his website, so i quickly tried to grab some tasteful ones for him. Figured i’d put them here too. I think i’ll just make a zine of them all. If you’d like one of these on a shirt send me an email at hart@tawdryproductions.com any color, any style for 20 dollars and your liver.
LINGERIE BY HART.
Da-rell Smith of STUDIO SKATEBOARD fame turns 26 today. I found these old images i made for him a few years back. He was working on graphics, I said let me try and do something. o.k. he said. I got drunk the next night and made these, they arent all finished. I showed him, they quickly got the axe. He wanted something for shirts, these would never work.
I remember once many years ago, back in london at his township. He had a party. Everyone fell asleep way to early so i sprayed the sleepers rooms with raid. one guy freaked out, he crashed into a tree on skis and went into a coma a year later. Pussy. Thats what you get. Now this weekend of 2009 one of the girls who got the raid drops is in town. Even after all that raid I still bugged everyone.
How do you like that joke. I extend kindness always you see.
After years we became good friends and i did end up doing a series of graphics with darrell. Go to the site, drape yourself in studio.
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Studio skateboards had a party on saturday. I had some paintings hanging at the party. There were two other paintings hanging that arent pictured below. I didnt sell anything, but, I do think I had one stolen. It seems that way at least. I suppose its kind of a compliment and close to a sale. When i first moved to montreal five years ago, i needed a skateboard, and there was a bar we went to with an art show. Skateboards with screened images on them. Well one went up my shirt and out. My karma is paid now. Get off my back voodoo preachers.
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my leopards name
is steve
it can look into your eyes
and lick your soul
with its rough
sandpaper tongue
until it is
as smooth
as a black
ocean rock
the shape
of a linoleum implant
the shape
of a breat enhancement
shiny
in baby oil
cold and dark
in your body.
Below are transparcies for shirts I made about a year ago, that was a good time. Darrell worked for a copy shop. Darrell owns STUDIO SKATEBOARDS. I’d go to the library and get blinded by the copy machines. Then go up to the copy shop. Everything was free there, i’d spend hours some days. I’d also just found a box of National geographics at that time a neighbor was throwing out. Issues from 1960 to 1980. I lived in those things. This was the time I made menstrate. The analog hands freed from the computers to molest forests.
If you want to buy one, send me an email. hart@tawdryproductions.com . It may come out different then you expect. You just have to deal with it, you just have to have faith. I deliver more often then god. I am the realest.
TOADREY THE DWARF.
This is an older image, you cant really see it. It’s called baby funnel. Its a native fortie, i like that, pouring into a baby, then going through the embellacal chord like a funnell. For some reason it goes to a bucks lips. My computer crashed three years ago, at least i have this memory to remind me to remake it. It will be easy.
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Sunday morning at four am I find myself on a BUSHWICK BILL trip. And I love it. In two hours people will be dressing for church, hungry for forgiveness for their foolish acts. Forgiveness is an instrument of the cowards.
To much reason leads to the neglect of emotions, and to much emotion leads to the neglect of reason. Somewhere in between is a dwarf from texas, whos emotions have been stampeded and his reason for anything trampled. He forced his girlfriend to aim the gun at him, the gun was well cared for, it was in good working condition, the bullet took Bushwicks eye on a trip to the wall. Bushwick wasnt invited, finally death had abondoned him too. That eye rolling down the wall has seen some shit. Electro magnetically Bushwick is positive. In all other manners, he is negative.
Hear him tell it.
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(I was just re watching this, do you notice after the trouble with the first girl, hes with this other slimmy at a dinner table, the quiet one, crystal, the candle lit dinner table has a large watermelon as the center piece [which is funny in itself] BushWick goes, “But just like the first one, hoe mee, when things got hectic the girl broke out on me.” When he says hectic it’s just footage of him laughing, smashing the watermelon with a hammer. That insensitive bitch. That whole scene would have been better if it was the white girl from the scene before who had set the table.)
(Then later, in the hospital, after the gurney photo. he goes “I hear my family, hollering, he needs us, during the confusion, I seen jesus.” When he says Jesus, its a black man in a tank top and a gerry curl. Obviously.)
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The beauty of life and the struggle of man can only be seen when you look through the darkness. Sometimes you must be that darkness to find the beauty in yourself.
All over the streets, Green dogs with red eyes are after my soul.
Theres a part of me that dislikes how this video seems to almost mock BUSHWICK. Then again…….
As I’m typing this I just got a call from a friend. Hes in vancouver right now, but that can be forgiven. He called to tell me that At the bar where he is, there is a large black man roaming the floor with a hat that reads ALASKA, a studded throat necklace and an extra small avril lavigne shirt. Just so you know.
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Bushwicks running punch is fucking wild.
Spike is prone to wet eyes. But when it comes to this video, as Werner Herzog says there is a beauty in honesty and the exstatic truth.
