Saturday, May 10, 2014

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herewith a content on the pages at The Official Paul Jaisini Site with the web address 
http://members.aol.com/JaisiniArt/home.html  The site was removed by AOL without s warning or explanation. It was active online only for a month or two.

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The photo shows an example of a single-sheet four-fold brochure that was printed on demand to be mailed in a postal envelope to an art gallery. Mailing by US Postal Service started in around 1993. 
The information on the page as follows:
Black Spot
Feed the Need
Thou Shalt Not Kill
Color Fever

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Brigitte writes regarding Wet Dream oil painting by Paul Jaisini: “I have been to museums… I have seen many painters at work and what you describe in your book is all too familiar to me. I want the plainness of the earth and the sophistication… To see Paul Jaisini’s art, Yustas, I will have to love you madly and hate you as much, because then I could pass this door that is in your mind and that you keep close. And when I will reach that door, you will push me inside to see how I react… To grow?? Natural?? Yustas, do not play games with me, because if you want this sophistication and let me see a glipse of what I can get from it, I will do the loving and the hating from an outsider point of view like you do yours… And I will feel your pain and enjoy it when I arouse you madly and bite into your neck so deep that i will drink your blood and then I will kneel between your legs and drink your sperm…”

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The photo shows an example of a single-sheet tri-fold brochure that was printed on demand to be mailed in a postal envelope to an art gallery, art museums and publications. Mailing by US Postal Service started in early 90s. Paul Jaisini “Show Time”

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A writer I am not neither am I emancipated from my art history rhetoric enough to respond to this criticism hesitant to formulate a response based on the information at hand having a difficult time visualizing the image. Being trapped in the parameters of my psychological and genetic make up I am hopelessly visual and rely heavily on descriptive account free of bias before I allow for opinion from anyone. Our parents did it teaching us to hear the confident voice that guides us then allowing the other voices to creep in only quietly and with invitation. So tell me again. What does the painting look like?