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Dear readers! To quote the master Big Daddy Kane: "I workI workbaby!" "A champ like Tyson, a Captain like Kirk, no Employee of the Month, cause yo, I do work The K-A-N-E is on the J-O-B An expert, cause I get it D-ON-E So lights, camera, actionall hail the one! That gets the job done" This is the "WORK" issue. From workman to CEO, from blue collar to white, from the garbage man to the MAN, we will cover all aspects of your working life. We honor the heroic gure of the working class and mock that of the 1 percent. This is the occupy your job issue, so take a moment to forget the politics and just get the job done. Spread the knowledge. Pass on this fanzine, let people know. You unknowingly picked up a copy of this fanzine. Maybe at a coffee shop, record store, tattoo parlor. Maybe you met one of the Antagonists at an art event or found it on the back of a toilet. We hope you are hooked. But where can you get your next x?

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Ethan Minsker Marissa Bea &Kristin Brzoznowski Eric Wallin Kirsten Flaherty

& ART DIRECTOR

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STATEMENT OF PURPOSE
THE ANTAGONIST MOVEMENT encourages new works of art and challenges the art world to do something different. We are not based on any one style or form of art, but believe that the piece should provoke. To this end, the Movement hosts the following events. PSYCHO.MOTO ZINE - is a branch of the Antagonist Art

Movements press and has been in existence since 1988 under the original title East Coast Exchange. It acts as a venue for our writers, artists and editors. In an attempt to create new forms of art and writing, we highlight the obscure and unknown artists, draw focus to subjects passed over by the mainstream media. This is a not-for-pro t publication. Artists/writers donate their time to create this. The content is a mixture of ction and non ction. We also cover news of the art world, from street to gallery. Back issues can be found at Psycho Moto Zine archives at Antagovision.com To learn more about the Antagonist Movement, look us up on Wikipedia. So, if you enjoy what you have read, please take a moment and look up our lms and books. There are digital copies of each for $1.99 on Amazon. We believe the price shouldnt hinder you, so we do our best to have a cheap alternative to the hard copies. We are passionate about each project, mixing love and attention to detail to create a unique work of art. Our goal is to make something the large entertainment companies fail to do, which is create inspired works that cater to like-minded individuals. All the money we generate goes back to creating new art projects and supports a large community of struggling artists. Questions? Comments? Stories? Suggestions? Contact us at Antagovision.com, email us at pmzsubmissions@gmail.com or follow/message us at

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Work

by Dahlia Schweitzer

I used to have a corporate job. I wore blazers and button-down shirts and showed up for work before 9 a.m. and made PowerPoint presentations to clients. I loved the work itself, but I hated the packaging. I hated the

meetings just for meetings sake, the showing up early and staying later which somehow meant that you were working harder than everyone else, even if it could just as easily mean that you were less ef cient with your time. I suffered through it because I thought thats what it meant to be a grown up; that this was what grown ups did.

full-time. Art wouldnt be my hobby, art would be my work. So thats what I did.

But as painful as it was to sit

still for eight hours a day, it was even worse to spend those days staring at a computer monitor. I have never been good at sitting still, and my lunch breaks were never long enough. I would run outside every chance I got, just to get a little air and sun and movement.

my time. When I wasnt on tour, I spent my days doing the administrative work: emailing, networking, booking gigs. Nighttime was creative time, when I actually did the writing or the music-making or the photography that brought me to Berlin in the rst place. But I did not mind the compartmentalizing, because all those 24 hours belonged to me.

I still had to compartmentalize

All of this is why,

when I was 26, it felt right to leave it behind and move to Berlin. The corporate job would always be thereId always have the suitsbut at one point in my life, I needed to be an artist. Not an artist during nights and weekends, whenever I could scrape together a couple minutes, but an artist

Artist: Patricio Ponce

The only problem with this kind

of work, where your work is your passion and your passion is your work, is that it does take place 24 hours a day. You end up being reliant on your passion to pay the rent, which ends up tarnishing your love, turning it into a whore you have to pimp for money.

tion I did when I had the corporate life. I no longer feel like I am pretending to be a grown upbecause isnt balance what growing up is about?

El valor del o cio

by Jos Egas
NOTE: Since our upcoming project is going to be a creative collaboration between cultures, that is exactly what our zines will also be.

Which is why I decided, after three years, that I wanted a different kind of work. I also wanted a job that did not have me traveling every weekend. The ideal situation for me would be a job that would allow me to integrate my interests, that would not force me to sit still for eight hours a day, that would give me a lot of freedom to express and explore my own ideas, while still giving me enough of a structure that it was not exclusively a matter of making money from art. I became a teacher. My work is still making people think, even if it is through a more formal process. It is turning them on to new ideas and new ways of seeing the world. It is still a juggling act, because there is never enough time to do my own work, but there is more integration between my own passions and my day job, and I never feel the same kind of binary opposi

Haba cado en cuenta que si

aprenda a mentir con distincin sera un buen cuentista y fue por eso que se empe en aprender el o cio con dedicadas maas, con mucho arte y solemne magia. La dedicacin y el esfuerzo estaban explcitamente incluidos en la receta; entendi que si las cosas se hacan se deba hacer bien.

Esa cuestin del cuento nal-

mente fue difcil. Los profesores de literatura, el agobio y la soledad tatuaron dolorosamente su espritu an lisiado por la parlisis de la bondad y la ingenuidad. Su ilusin de escritor fue tristemente estigmatizada y condenada, postergando hasta la eternidad su esperada investidura.

Sin embargo, un extrao

elemento misericordioso le picaba ardientemente su conciencia: la justicia. Se dio

cuenta que la sed de justicia estaba increblemente intacta en su mente. Robin Hood, pens ridculamente. Robin Hood deba ser destripado con banalidad y sin misericordia, pens ya sin ridiculez.Todo haba sido colonial, volvi a pensar nalmente convencido. Robin Hood es un zoquete dijo nalmente y se aventur contra la apestosa tica. Entonces su resolucin era una realidad: de nitivamente lo robado no se lo dara a los pobres, para qu?, pens, l tambin era pobre, pens nuevamente, esta vez con astucia.

terciopelo comprendi que no slo su o cio spero, severo y tan digno, como el de los obreros de la Siberia estalinista, era estafar con el cuento del verbo, sino que la vida entera era una estafa.

Phantom Fart Elevator

by Ethan Minsker

Arriving at work early on a

Entonces decidi que el cuento

no se deba contar sino vivir y forz una conciencia, despus convenci a otra, volvi a intimidar a otra, a dos persuadi y a cien ilusion. Finalmente, sentado en un apacible silln de

Monday morning, I stepped into an elevator, doors closing quickly behind me. The warm moist air engulfed me, moving deep into the recesses of my nasal cavities; a rancid stink of rotten food and intestinal acids so shocking to my system that I was forced to stop breathing.

If the fumes had a color it would have been a pea green

Artist: Alexis Duque

someone else gets on the elevator before I can get off?

They wouldn't say

anything to me directly, of course, but from that point on I would be known as the "fart guy." Who knows how that might come back to hurt me? I could picture it, years later I am up for that VP of Programming job and the woman making the decision will meet me and realize, He was the one in the farty elevator.

Artist: Rul Ayala

I wouldn't get the promotion. Who would do this evil deed? From the smell, my rst thought was a truck driver, but then a second suspect came to mind. What if it was a small, attractive girl? I was sure thats who it was. The type that might call an elevator to her oor, making sure no one was around who might witness the crime, aim her behind at the open doors, let

with mustard yellowing at the edges. If this stink stains my clothes, I will have to double bag them and throw them out. Work for me is on the 24th oor. Looking up, the red digital numbers seemed to slow downeyes watering.

However, I had a more pressing

concern than passing out from holding my breath: What if

it y, then send the nowweaponized box on its mission.

The lobby became a game of

Russian Roulette, each elevator like the spinning cylinders with a bullet ready to go off. For her (the farter) it would be an easy way to create distance from her evidence. For me it would be

punishment for unknown crimes against the female form. From then on, my new mantra before getting on any elevator is: "Sniff it before you commit to it."

have committed against humanity, then shame on you.

If this story describes an act you

Stickin it to the Man

by Kristy McCarthy

Last summer, my super talented,

funny and sweet 22-year-old, blossoming artist of a cousin was hit by a car and killed. He was riding his bike home after painting at his friends house all night, future so bright he has to wear shades, and BAM. Gone. Like a bird slamming into a window just after its taken off.

was up to us to get his artwork out there, so I started wheat pasting and stenciling some of his drawings around his favorite neighborhoods in New York City. A few weeks later, I moved to Spain to teach English and I continued the tagging campaign there. Slangin that grammar by day, bombin by night. One night, I was out putting up a few

My family and I decided that it

stencils of a badass chick that Easton had drawn, when the police pulled up and caught me, literally, red handed. I thought for sure that I was cooked. I had a full backpack loaded with graf ti supplies, a dripping wet stencil that they caught me trying to stuff into a garbage can, and my hands were covered in spray paint. If charged, I was potentially looking at a night in jail, a 750 ne, and never being allowed to return to Spain. Not looking good. I was just about to give them the old Oh hi, of cer, I was just out here working on my project for school J spiel, but to my surprise they just brushed me aside and started grilling my (male) friend, who had just happened to be there, but had nothing to do with what I was doing.

After about 30 minutes of trying to get my friend to confess, they nally had to accept that it was, in fact, me who was spray painting, and not him. They seemed kind of annoyed and just kind of scratched their heads disappointedly and told us we could go home. I guess when a girl does it, it's cute. When a boy does it, it's vandalism. Sexist as hell? Yes. Did it work to my advantage? Oh, hell yes. I went straight home and thanked my lucky stars for having a vagina.

I thought that that was the end of it, but the next day I opened the paper and, WTF, right there on the front page was a picture of Eastons bad girls and a headline that read: Female Graf ti Artist Caught

Red Handed in Realejo! I couldnt believe it! This is front-page news? Really? And even more surprising was the fact that the article was mainly concerned with me being a woman. The headline might as well have read: Holy Shit! Girls Can Do Things That Boys Can Do! I didnt know whether to be proud, ashamed, angry or just worried. On the one hand, I did get my cousins artwork on the front page of the paper, and maybe even contributed to the Spanish feminist movement, but on the other hand, all of the publicity could put pressure on the police to go ahead and

punish me after all. Luckily though, it all blew over in a couple of days and I never did receive a knock on the door from la po po.

They started to paint over my

pieces the following week, but they either ran out of paint halfway through or the guy they hired to do it had ADD, because they only painted over two and a half of my painted ladies. Kind of a dick move if you ask me. If youre going to cover it up, then cover it up, dont stop for siesta halfway through and never nish the job! Never one to not get the last word, I went back to the wall a month later and put up one nal stencil: a hot chick in a amenco dress, writing, Finish what you start. And guess what? It made the paper.

Three One-Day Jobs I've Never Put on a Rsum and What I Learned From Them
By Jerry White Jr. I'm facing the end of grad school, which means I'm about to start a new era of job hunting. No more homework, just work-work. Most of the jobs I've had won't make it onto my new rsum. They're either in unrelated fields or occurred too long ago. Of course, some jobs never made it onto any of my rsums; weird larky gigs, unhappy and unfulfilling detours. But that doesn't mean they weren't valuable experiences if nothing else, they taught me what kind of work I dont want to do. The following three jobs were short and not-so-sweet, but nevertheless taught me something... THE PLACE: Construction Site AGE: 25 THE JOB: Move pieces of wood from one spot to another spot. Also, put nails into pieces of wood in the floor.

Artist: Kirsten Flaherty

My brother got me this job, making $10/hr on his site. I felt very out of place. Got through the day thinking of it as a sociological experiment, taking notes and quotes, learning new vocabulary. I was reminded of 7th-grade wood shop, which I also didn't like at all. LESSON LEARNED: Nepotism can get you a job, but it cant make you like it or be good at it. THE PLACE: Speedy Printing AGE: 20 THE JOB: Printing, copying, binding, etc. I'd worked at Kinko's for a year before I quit. I'd learned some marketable skills, but seemingly only applicable in the printing/copying sphere. So I got this job at an independently owned little print shop. Their equipment was older and crappier than Kinko's. The place was cramped, dirty, depressing. I almost quit at lunch, but my friends convinced me to complete the day. LESSON LEARNED: Family-owned isn't automatically better than corporateowned and going backwards is really demoralizing. THE PLACE: Convenience Store AGE: 14 THE JOB: Take 12 oz cans and put them into plastic rings to make six-packs. Chateau de Vin kinda sorta
Artist: Ulices Rosales Rodriguez

my first job. Not a W2 job, but the first time someone outside of my family paid me to do a task. It was very boring and made my wrist sore. I think I got paid ten cents per six-pack. After I finished, I bought some food and snacks from the store with the money I'd made, leaving me only a few cents take-home. LESSON LEARNED: Earning your meal doesn't make it taste any better. All of these lessons have informed job decisions when Ive had the luxury to choose and choice is definitely a luxury. Over the next few years Ill likely work a lot more one-day jobs: quick acting or voice-over gigs, 12-hour commercial or short-film shoots. I hope Ill continue to learn from these experiences, but Ive really got my fingers crossed that Ill actually enjoy the work.

THIS ISSUES ARTIST CONTACTs:

Kirsten Flaherty kirsten aherty.com Pancho Viachi http://www.youtube.com/ user/ViPancho Alexis Duque http://www.alexisduque.net Ulises Rosales facebook.com/densoh.rosalesrodriguez Rul Ayala raulayalablog.blogspot.com Patricio Ponce http://www.centroecuatorianodeartecontem poraneo.org/patricio-ponce

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showcase varying visions through techniques in etching, monoprint, silkscreen and other printmaking processes, with the overall intention of celebrating the venerable art of the print.

ARTIST OF THE ISSUE:

Eric Kirsten Wallin Flaherty
No omnium est tenebras? K irsten Flaherty's most recent Omnium est vacuum replenworks showcase themes that dum? I recognized the Latin directly relate to society's vernacular as of the dying priests displacement an individual, as lips the words wellformed as culture's exile against of nature. the palm of my hand covering In her works, the artist depicts his mouth. I pulled away from the decline of our natural the padres trickling Yes surroundings as well neck, as the father, all is darkness. All is, personal con icts of an truly, void. Padre Varela individual in contemporary exhaled his last breath with a culture. Through her prints, sputtering whoosh. I tongued Flaherty hopes to further the last the fewfragility drops of his expose of life and precious blood. I have heard the fallacies in human nature similar that come to haunt us.

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Grammarian, NYC Age: 28

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As a graduate from the School

of Visual Arts, she resides in New York while working as an artist and printmaker. She is also on the board of directors for the New York Society of Etchers and has been dedicated to presenting exhibitions that

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Artist: Pancho Vinachi

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Some of our issues have complex themes. Not everyone can write about zombies, or death, or whatever. BUT, everyone (EVERYONE) has a story about family. Perhaps its hilarious, perhaps its terribly sad. But its there, and the story wants to be told. Soooo, our next issues theme is FAMILY! Write up that ridiculous conversation you had with your deaf Uncle Fred, or draw a picture of those marshmallow forts your sister used to build (?!?) and send them to us!