Judith Supine x Jesse Hazelip

October 30 2012 . 06:38pm

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Judith Supine x Manish Arora

March 02 2012 . 04:52am

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New print by Judith Supine | Give Up The Ghost And Put On Flesh

December 16 2011 . 07:20pm


Judith Supine is an artist living and working in Brooklyn, NY. Supine could not speak until a month after his seventeenth birthday. He could not physically articulate words, he could only squeak and grunt. Supine often drew pictures to communicate with his family. His mom saved all of his pictures, just one of many reasons why his mom is great.

Judith Supine uses materials that are free or at least real cheap. He uses an exacto-knife, glue sticks, cheap ugly paints and real sleazy magazines that make him sexually uncomfortable. Judith Supine gets his magazines out of people’s trash, from the public library, from the dentist’s offices, from his little sister’s magazine collection, from bankrupt porn shops.

Limited Edition of 50

Brand new from Judith Supine, these prints are all individually hand painted, giving each a unique look and feel.

Hand Painted Relief Print on Archival Paper, Acrylic and Watercolors.
Dimensions: 21.25 x 34.5 Inches.
Signed and Numbered, Judith Supine 2011.

Available at: papermonster.net

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Judith Supine | BOMBlog’s Word Choice

November 05 2011 . 05:59pm

Ecstatic and unflagging, CAConrad is a poet of singular verve. His exercise approaches the tenor of mystic rite—no shambling rote, no sir—and the verse it bears forth raises upon loci of torment a worldly oratory to the extraordinary ordinary, to the flawed and failing and dear.

Judith Supine, I Was a Widow, 2011, acrylic, collage, varnish, resin on pine wood, 48×36 inches. Courtesy of the artist.


for Erica Kaufman

Wash a penny, rinse it, slip it under your tongue, and walk out the door. Copper is the metal of Aphrodite, never ever forget this, never, don’t forget it, ever. Drink a little orange juice outside and let some of the juice rest in your mouth with the penny. Oranges are the fruit of Aphrodite, and she is the goddess of Love, but not fidelity. Go somewhere, go, get going with your penny and juice. Where do you want to sit? Find it, and sit there.

What is the best Love you’ve ever had in this world? Be quiet while thinking about that Love. If someone comes along and starts talking, quietly shoo them away, you’re busy, you’re a poet with a penny in your mouth, idle chitchat is not your friend. Be quiet so quiet, let the very sounds of that Love be heard in your bones. After a little while take the penny out of your mouth and place it on the top of your head. Balance it there and sit still a little while, for you are now moving your own forces quietly about in your stillness. Now get your pen and paper and write about POVERTY, write line after line about starvation and deprivation from the voice of one who has been Loved in this world.

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