Can of Whoopass

The first release by artist Eric Deines. Looking at ghosts and empties of buffgold yellowbelly ice cold rocky river waters piled goodness gracious god almighty high like you wouldn’t believe. 40,000 cans of whoopass metabolized through sloppy impulsive behaviors. Scribbles, scrapes and splatterings of the hand and of the heart — and a caravan of overturned applecarts stretching all the way back to Bum Fuck Egypt. Where the Heartland flatlines you gotta double the heartbeats of the heart of the average man. Comedy equals tragedy at twice the speed you see. Yes, incredible comic timing like 8-hours of AA crudeoil coffee in the west side discount tire shop waiting room. Like attending a funeral on your birthday and then dipping to catch the last song of a Steely Dan gig. Like a 3AM wheels-up tepid coffee slog in a midsized airport. Like losing touch with dear friends again and again for a decade stretches then hitting them with a text of a sketch of a boiling angel at some wretched hour. For I too am 3 AM. You gotta learn to love the empty feeling when the night loops become the autistic predawn morning void. My life’s so common it disappears. Only love, a sense of humor and a real good mantra can save your little ass now. The Om is in the margins. 198 pgs. Full color. Edition of 125. Art by Eric Deines. Designed by John Louis Williamson, Amanda Killian and Josh Zoerner. Available at enterthenightgallery.com on April 30th and in-person at @kiosk.chi on May 2nd.