Available Art on laser314.tictail.com

Available on laser314.tictail.com

Andenken Gallery is very pleased to host the exhibition,
‘To All The Angels I’ll Never Know - New Works on Wood’ from Amsterdam’s Street Poet, LASER 3.14.

The exhibition opening is Friday November 15th from 18:00 - 22:00 at the Battalion space in the Westergasfabriek.

Show is on from November 15th - December 1st,

Catch it while you can.
View works from the exhibition at: laser314.tictail.com

BATTALION Pazzanistraat 17 1014DB, Amsterdam

Making of White Phosphorus Video

Watch it here

Laser 3.14 6 Poems (from: White Phosphorus)

Check it out: A pre-taste of six poems from White Phosphorus provided by Medium.com hosted by lebowski Publishers
Photos by Anne Barlinckhoff and Catharina Gerritsen

Read them here: medium.com

Pre-flyer White Phosphorus Book launch

Black Latrines

Politically correctness is killing us

Self-deprecation is killing us

Self-deprivation is killing us

Self-abnegation is killing us

Cultural suicide is killing us

Cultural relativism is killing us

Religious fascism is killing us

Politics are killing us

False progressiveness is killing us
Sadism is killing us

Masochism is killing us

Defeatism is killing us

Thought crime is killing us

Overconsumption is killing us

Greed is killing us

Appeasement is killing us

Apathy is killing us

Emptiness is killing us

God is killing us

Holy books are killing us

Infantilism is killing us

Fear of reality is killing us

Dissociation is killing us

Anti-depressants are killing us

Lobbyist are killing us

The E.U is killing

Fear of gathering data is killing us

Disloyalty is killing us

Cheap talk is killing us

Cowardice is killing us

Too many cowards in bunny suits

Oh my oh my

How much longer will we embrace the contemptible?

How much longer before we stop making excuses for it?

How much longer will we sugar coat the evil that stares us in the face?

If we don’t condemn the condemnable

We shall become the contemptible

And our children will contempt us for tuning a blind eye

We are raping their future

Their world

With a lie

Too many cowards in bunny suits

There’s no excuse good enough for this cowardice

There’s no excuse good enough for this cultural suicide

There’s no excuse good enough for this appeasement

There’s no excuse good enough to for this crippling fear

Violent confrontation is coming

Oh boy it’s near

The mind is the gateway to heaven or hell

Some fight for the first

While most lazily lean backwards for the latter

And the days roll by but the tune doesn’t change

We’ve travelled beyond the pale

Fragile freedom is a virtue

Watch it fade away

Nike “Real Hero” Exhibition

The word hero is a badge of honour. To be heroic can be an act or a state of mind. It can be attributed to people or it can be an ideology. It sometimes courts controversy and can both divide and unite opinions. For this exhibition Nike challenged their European designers and a wide range of creative visionaries to explore the notion of what makes a hero.

On Thursday 22nd August the best artistic interpretations will be presented at the Machinegebouw gallery in Amsterdam’s Westergasfabriek complex. Diverse submissions from the likes of Wim Crouwel, Hort, Ilovedust, Laser 3.14, Tyrone Lebon, Golden, James Joyce, and Ruud Baan will be showcased alongside pieces from Nike and Converse designers. All of the art is available for purchase on the night and 100% of the proceeds will be donated to War Child.

In LINDA magazine

AVAILABLE NOW: LASER 3.14 HANDMADE WORKS

Ten very nice handmade works from Laser 3.14 (Amsterdam) are dropping tomorrow at StreetArt.nl
Info: Handmade work on mixed media. Each piece is hand sprayed on newspaper collage background, made on paper (no print). Each work is unique and original. Signed and numbered.

Quantity: 10 pieces
Price: 150 euro ex shipping
More info and pictures @ www.streetart.nl/
Read more: http://banksyforum.proboards.com/thread/108068#ixzz2aXob6uoy

The time has come, first Solo show Lot•01

The time has come, first Solo show Lot•01, curated by my friend and amaaaaazing artist Sit Haiiro . Hope to see you 20th of July at the GO Gallery.

THE LAST DAYS OF A DAMNED EMPIRE

Glory is gone

Guts lie dead in the gutter

Morality strangled and choked

Everything a gaff

Liberty a farce

Fearing reality as it comes crashing in

Reality?

Almost forgot about its existence

A theatre

The play is getting worse by the minute

Loneliness and the fear of seclusion define the autumn of our lives

Smiles appear only sardonically

Time moves on

only to hurt us

Fools laughing at the foolish jokes of fools

Nothing to jack-off to in this meagre existence

Can’t even get off tripping on oneself

Then the hard rain comes

And it keeps on raining
and raining
and raining

Inside

THE VESSEL OF OUR EXISTENCE

All the particles make up us

We exist in the realm of our existence

Silence can be the most beautiful string of words

If I drag my body over the floor of deception

Will you kiss my soul?

Wonderful escalation

Sky bars in Manhattan

Here to settle the score

And hope the gain some perception

My dear lady Oxymoron

Null and void

We are on the task to realise our dreams

New Painting

WAT IS POËZIE? LINE-UP OPENINGSPROGRAMMA

Poëziefestival De Nieuwe Liefde
Een open en avontuurlijk festival in de Nieuwe Liefde en de omringende Dichtersbuurt op 24, 25 en 26 mei 2013

voor de line-up kijk hier

More new Laser 3.14 shirts from 500GODZ Available now!!

Order them here

New painting

Q

The forest expands around me

And I feel clean

I’m taking the trash out

I believe

A bit of faith

Hope and desire

Over the brim

Avoiding the mire

Dear sweet butterfly

Not part of our rat race

A hornet skims right pass me

A close shave

I am stung

by the beauty of these surroundings

Its potion rids me of life’s pain

A warm blanket of solace

Falls over me

Exploding blight untamed

I don’t want to head home

I don’t want to head home

I plead to forever remain

BETTER

I wish I were better

Better at opening up

At letting it in

Better at loving

Better at giving

Better at breaking the chains

That bar me off

Better at making

that which is hard

soft

Better crossing the bleak clearing

Better at steering

But most of all

I wish I were a better man

Than I am

THE TURBID POOL

Any old iron

Any old iron

You can hear them coming

Machine men

With machine plans

Any old iron

Any old iron

Infinite growth

And throttle contracts

Blocking out the sun

Breaking reason’s back

Any old iron

Any old iron

Watch the results

Let go of those pipe dreams

My friend

It’s cabal that never ends