Out of the Loop

I pause before chiming in.
Knowing I'm going to hear bells toll
Ding dings and happy sad songs
Some writing I can't understand
Emotions I can't read or feel
and then again sometimes
There's nothing like it.
I pause before chiming in.
Jig jag a jilly and a homemade brew watching a documentary
Lo**ta LeBron
getting fu**ed
on the b**b tube.
Puerto Ricans are hot.
I pause before chiming in.
Knowing my childhood
would be called into question
a cold room where they scream cut
one see you next Tuesday
makes me shrivel.
I'm stout to a point
And I can walk like a stag
I pause before chiming in.
A nobody begging for mercy
Scared of a cat.
Getting the infamous hump in the neck
All the while in the wild
Knowing better.
I pause before chiming in.
To knowing better
To go from pause before
To just
No longer.

WE ARE OPEN. Out of the Loop

Fun!!!

The challenge games live from 1986 the adult versus the fourth and fifth graders at Saint Benedict's grade school Saint Benedict's gym. This is dedicated to my father whose birthday is today June 13, 1943. He was born and this is dedicated to him and Comedy that his entire life is on display. Please enjoy the challenge games. Joe Valino Mark Halper Matt Halper please tag some guys!!

Come see, ALL MY CHILDREN ARE FALLING, during SPORT. Out of the Loop Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. 12-4pm. Special Engagement this Saturday Night... 6.15.24 stay tuned.

From... Nicholas Conlon Blog, "All Day, ERRR DAY"
3/15/24

(A couple changes)

Beware the Ides of March.
Or the 7th of June.
I hope you have everything you ever wanted and dreamed of.
I hope that it is half as glorious as mines.
That's a lot of glory still.
Can you handle that?
The work is the journey.
All day errr day,
I get to walk 3.5 minutes to heaven. Work as play.
As Alan Watts would say.
Poetry in motion.
I see you're giving gifts on top of gifts. The gift is the gift.
The end is no surprise.
SOLD!
I'm painting cardboard
worth 10s of thousands of dollars.
Or free.
Whatever.
I'm not in it for the money.
But it's nice.
I can't imagine being given anything anywhere.
Or making something to try and jump on top of an industry with a fake heart.
Oh the money. The piddly winks I get. The haggling I have to do for 100-300. It's so laughable.
Like Jesus licking a bowling ball.
I pull the trigger until it goes cleek!
I remember who came.
Who gave me a job when I needed it. Who brought you a sandwich when you fell into a hospital bed.
I know who came when I did.
You still haven't come.
The past is the past
I have that knowledge and can apply it.
I am grateful for my loved.
My nine lives.
The glory I get to share.
All day, ERRR day.
SPORT.

Nicknickers "Los Angeles in October"

Nicholas Conlon Blog, "All Day, ERRR DAY"
3/15/24

Beware the Ides of March. I hope you have everything you ever wanted and dreamed of. I hope that it is half as glorious as mines. That's a lot of glory still. Can you handle that? The work is the journey. All day errr day, I get to walk 3.5 minutes to heaven. Work as play. As Alan Watts would say. Poetry in motion. I see you're giving gifts on top of gifts. The gift is the gift. The end is no surprise. SOLD! I'm painting cardboard worth 10s of thousands of dollars. Or free. Whatever. I'm not in it for the money. But it's nice. I can't imachine being given anything anywhere. Or making something to try and jump on top of an industry with a fake heart. Oh the money. The piddly winks I get. The haggling I have to do for 100-300. It's so laughable. Like Jesus licking a bowling ball. I pull the trigger until it goes cleek! I remember who came. Who gave me a job when I needed it. Who brought you a sandwich when you fell into a hospital bed. I know who came when I did. You still haven't come. The past is the past and now I have that knowledge and can apply it. I am grateful for my loved. My nine lives. The glory I get to share. All day, ERRR day.

I May Have Made A Mistake, 18x24", mixed media, Canvas, Nicholas Conlon, 2024.

Me having some fun with my style... it's no mistake...

Nicholas Conlon, "All day, ERRR DAY"
3/13/24

I beat myself up too much. Yeah me. I know. The cocky sob that thinks he's all that. Well behind closed doors I beat myself up. In the dome. I beat myself up. What I'm visualizing is I'm standing in quicksand and everyone else is in spaceships. Zooming past. I try and I get to see the people see me and not stop but look in the rear view mirror and some cry or laugh, smirk and feel great about it or feel really bad. I'm so worried about all the pressure but it seems like just enough. No more no less. Just enough. But I don't have a pit to p**s in or a window to throw it out if. What's even worse is I know the quicksand's not going to kill me. I write " what could have been" in the sand with my finger. Some of the letters disappear. All day ERRR DAY this is how I feel. I don't have anything that's not free. I don't have no channels. I got charged for Prime. I was thinking about getting rid of it. But there's some things I need and didn't check. I get Netflix through T-Mobile. There ain't s**t on that they don't want to charge me for. I just got a messsge that says I can pay 7.99 a month if I don't want commercials. COMMERCIALS??? I got a studio now though so I can't complain. Im not making enough from it to keep it though. I realize I'd be $20,000 richer if I didn't have it. I feel like it hurts my family. I'm somewhat healthy. My neck is killing me. I know I have some loved ones. I know I have first world problems. But man does my head hurt. I think I need to get back on stage. I don't know what to do or where to turn to. I also think some people are full of s**t. I know they are. I got news of it the other day. I don't have any real help. I've gotten some help recently but that's barely helped me and my family survive. I am treading water. But it feels more like a slow burn quicksand. I hope you're doing well. I really do. I feel like I may have made a mistake. This is me. "All day, ERRR DAY."

I'm going to start writing a blog everyday. The poetry seems to be going over to well. So no poetry.
But here's my first blog. Look for it everyday. And please like and comment and let me know if you have any questions. Here goes....

3/12/24

I forgot my COA for Tyler Adkins, ink and ice for my margarita so I have to walk back home. It's only 3 blocks away so it's no big deal. It's actually ok, fun and advantageous to be so close and be able to walk back home. I'm starting to practice texting with my thumbs like generation alpha. My hands shake. My thumbs shake worse. I found 4 canvases with the corners all sagging so I sprayed them with water. I hope that works. Not that it matters to most of you but my artwork from WORLD'S APART, is selling and the prices it is at are only going to last so long, I think the show ends April 5th. Maybe the 12th. But then I have to raise the prices ironically because they will be going up into a website and web gallery that charges me. 🤷‍♂️ so you have to order for me direct or come to the gallery before those dates... Out of the Loop 5257 W. Montrose Ave.

I did a live show this weekend maybe some people watched it on instagram. I talked too long and too much and tried starting a revolution and spearheaded a campaign to change the world. Starting with you! 😂 so so. Nish was a big help. Thank you Agnieszka Pawlik 😊

The spraying of the canvases worked. I'll post a picture in the comments. I'm making a margarita now.

There's only 5 of these left and they are signed and numbered on the back. $40. 1 of 10 limited edition art pieces, signed and numbered on the back, ink, acrylic paint on 16x20" canvas. $40.

You can get them at my website here... https://nicknickers.myshopify.com/products/fu***ng-bananas

Cool it posted a picture of some pretty gnarly s**t...

Anyway. I'm sending out some artwork today. Check out the site. And see if you want something sent out to you... It's gonna get better and more user-friendly now that I can work on it... 

Anyway. I know it's a day late and a dollar short but I watched Anatomy of A Fall last night and I got to say, pretty hard to believe that won an award. I mean I got some nerve being the fact that I haven't made a film or been in a movie in over seven years, But best original screenplay??? Palm D'or? what's even more unbelievable that there was only five nominees in the category and I think that's insane but just put it in perspective Saltburn was a better screenplay. 🤷‍♂️

All right, I gotta get ready and pick up the Pearl girl on our tandem bike because it's beautiful out in Chicago today. So let me just recap today's events really quick I started a blog I put $10 parlay on Lakers to win the NBA championship and Cubs to win the World Series, the sprayed canvases worked. I'm sending out some art get yours today at the website or come see me at the gallery. I'm doing this again tomorrow. Check it out... Nicholas Nick Nick D Conlon blog "ERRR DAY."

fu***ng Bananas fu***ng Bananas 1 of 10 limited edition art pieces, signed and numbered on the back, ink, acrylic paint on 16x20" canvas. $40. I really like this. It means so much in its minimalism. Yes. It's based on Andy Warhol's cover art for The Velvet Underground. But it's play on that is so much more importan...

I'm going live tonight. 630 pm. I will be showing my art at my studio live at 630pm cst. Does anyone have any suggestions on how to do it??? Where to do it??? Instagram? Facebook? Youtube?

I'm here.

These will both be available at WORLD'S APART, March 1st at Out of the Loop

Saatchi Art

Realm
8x10"
Acrylic, Canvas
Nicholas Conlon, 2024

Curaçao
8x10"
Canvas, Acrylic
Nicholas Conlon, 2024

Great Virtues Still Miss A Bit
8x10"
Canvas, Acrylic
Nicholas Conlon, 2024

She sat on a desk on top of a desk on top of a stage.
She wore Burberry pants and a face like an Irish slave.
The stage might be my imagination.
She was very high.
I thought about my father and my grandfather and NINA.
NO IRISH NEED APPLY.
So I eavesdropped on her inner circle.
They said things like dough shay bruh and jenkky you.
Dimes and bougies.
So I knew they weren't Irish.
I nodded my head in too cool a fashion
I said wassup.
Apparently, the story goes, they all looked deep into my eyes They knew I wasn't Polish.
My dick got hard.
If you could only imagine that type of s*x.
An immediate interest of 4 Slavic women at the same time.
I don't know.
I felt it.
I had a Mohawk.
Black.
I was still tan from the summer.
Plus.
I actually worked out for fun.
Ewe.
My mind kept racing.
They don't even know how good I am at Jeopardy,
There's no way they know why I keep screaming.
F**k you Alex! I'm in love.
I waited til we had another meeting.
A Cubs game and an open house.
I played the field. For a long time.
I was winning
I was a single artist and I wanted to remain a single artist
and by the way, I am a single artist.
It sucks.
I love my family but I'm a single artist.
I'm a solo artist.
Better said
That has nothing to do with my family.
I repeat, IT SUX.
I make the play. The movie. The book. The book. The show. The poem. The painting. The installation. The mural.
And finally
Get paid.
Solo artist.
The shows. The plays. The movies. The books. The stories.
All of it.
Still to this day.
I couldn't be more grateful to say.
It's because of those Burberry pants
On top of that desk on top of a desk
On top of a stage.