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This is eye candy.

This provokes a lot.

Locker rooms, high school, authority, dystopia, alley ways, shadows.

a little bit of writing

Dear mister,

I don't know if you have noticed but I graduated from East Carolina University. You know, I didn't make honors or get any fancy cords like a lot of my friends. I wasn't eligible anyways, because I transferred from another institution. It was a hard transition from a community college to a four-year university. The difficulty wasn't in the workload. It was the difficulty going to art school, more specifically an art school noted by some as the best in North Carolina. I don't find much truth in that argument. You see: I met a few hard working intelligent people there. Most of them happened to be atheists, bisexuals, or named deviants by the constructs of the dominant ideology. The rest of the people in that institution were probably aspiring douche daddies or lacking the ability to be even the lowliest of shit-kickers. Those people made my life hell. Now understand, ECU is in the south and a lot of redneck folk and small town idiots rode their gas guzzling minority killers to Greenville, NC. A side note, Greenville is nicknamed the Emerald City. Funny. What variety of Wizard of Oz was this shit? What mood was that author seeking? Needlesstosaybutmustbestated, several of those simple people managed to find their hearts in art. Yes, it's as kitsch and country as it seemed. They brought their stupid conservative agenda. They brought their silly politics. They hid them in their art work and only the deviants could spot them successfully.

Back on track.

I graduated from the School of Art and Design at East Carolina University. You already know this.

I will be attending University of North Carolina at Greensboro for my Master of Fine Art degree in Studio Arts. I think I will like it there.


Love you,

Jonathan "Nate Blake" Cobbs

yesyesyes

I can move into my graduate studio in a couple of weeks.

I want to move in tomorrow. Perhaps, I can persuade myself into it.

AWEEEEEEEEEEE

Graduation

Nate Blake snatching earned keepz!




Nate Blake thinking he done did something rightz!

Artists and Artists' Work I Have Seen in the past few months

Julie Mehretu

Lee Walton

Scott Eagle


Will Goodyear

Kymia Nawabi

Barbara Campbell

Kehinde Wiley

PEOPLE PAINT!

15 Best OMG Painted Things

hahahaaa

Grade report

Advanced Painting IV - A
Illustration Survey - B
Introduction to Video Art - A
Survey of Art History from 1900-1950 - A

Dean's List, baby!


I'm applying to graduate school at University of North Carolina @ Greensboro. If my professors move their keyboard fingers along, I can get all the letters of recommendation. Plus, I need my transcripts from two institutions. I have exactly one month to get this together. It's plenty of time, I think.

The tackiness: glory.

Some may hate the eighties look and style and color, but I like it. There is something oddly beautiful in its tackiness Check out this link

And this link concerning power dressing: 80s fashion sensibility.

Art Objects - Fall 2008

"Freak Show"


"It's Naked, Not Nude"


"Emasculation of the Bisexual Man"


"His Good Looks, His BackBone, His Penis"


"If My Penis Isn't In Your Mouth, Then Keep Your Religion Out of My Bedroom"


"GHB"


"Nuclear Bomb Family Reunion"


"Cut the Ropes Which Hold Us in the Past"

This looks like fun . . . not so much.

Penis Pump

Fall 08 Photo.Memories Captured

Hey

watch porn, bitches!

ECU is scary

As many people know if they keep up with college football or keep tabs on East Carolina University drama, a couple of weeks ago there was an incident involving rowdy Pirate fans invading the field to celebrate victory. The police, however, were not as keen on this display of celebration. Many students were punched, tased, or dropped in the ground.

I am glad I do not put great emphasis on attending ECU football games. I am sure I would not have been running the field, but I am sure I would have been laughing at those who got brutalized during the melee.


I am doing fine. The semester is slightly stressful but I am making it. I am working a lot bigger: five by five ish. I am doing collage. I am working with lots of Elmer's Glue. I am getting ready to apply for grad school.

Ron Paul. AHHHHH

Frank has something to say about Holly and Cathy and Ron Paul.

Some art work from over the summer

"Virgin 3.7"


"Home vs. Machine"


"Codependency"

WOW

I haven't updated in a while. I am doing fine. That's a lie.



I have spent the last month and a half in some form of redneck hell.

I am not lying about this situation.

It all started when my boyfriend, Greg, responded to an advertisement on Craigslist from a certain mister named Ron Harris. He was looking for cleaners or a crew to work for his company, H-2 Cleaning, in Emerald Isle. Ron Harris responded with glee.

It all started out swell. Greg got a crew together of five people including himself and myself. The starting wage was $11.00 an hour with promised bonuses for good work. After the first week, things went strangely, but expectedly, awry. Ron Harris learned quickly that our crew could out-clean almost any other crew. We could not only out-clean them but clean faster. That pocketed Harris more money but he did not give us the bonuses or the appreciation we deserved.

How does this relate to the redneck hell I experienced. The crew I am cleaning with are some of the most dramatic and most pathetic women I have ever been around, except for Greg's cousin Cyndi who is fucking awesome. The other two people are really in bad places in their life. Actually, it's only one person who is really bad off. Greg's sister is the worse of the bunch. She's fucking her cousin in a single wide trailer in complete destitution. What is in destitution? She is in destitution. Her cousin is in destitution. The incest they commit is absolute destitution. The single wide trailer which is half of a half of the smallest trailer I have ever been into is in destitution. Their complete destitution is in complete destitution.

Greg's sister is always talking about how she is going to leave her man . . . her cousin, because he is a lazy slum of a husband. He doesn't work. He calls Greg's sister while she is working for the simplest things. I suppose the simplest things are still out of his comprehension. He is a loser.

The other lady in the crew who is pathetic is Greg's aunt. She's not pathetic as much as she is good at making bad life choices. Is there really a difference in being pathetic and making bad life choices? Apparently, there is a difference. Pathetic means able to arouse sympathy. I do not have sympathy for somebody who smokes crack with emphysema and meets horrible men. She makes bad life choices. Everybody does, but not everybody is in her position; therefore, it is apparent that she has made more bad life choices than people in better positions. She is a nice person, though. She is very kind. She is a lot of positive things that make her a better person than Greg's sister.

Greg's sister goes to the doctor. The doctor gives her a prescription for morphine. The doctor tells her that the pills can't be crushed or snorted. Why would a doctor tell someone that unless you are a drug abusing dolt.




Summer school is starting on Thursday. I feel relieved to actually be starting art projects again and not scribbling in my sketchbook.

http://stewartsynopsis.com/red_hair.htm

red hair things

Nick Bollea, son of Hulk Hogan to serve eight months in jail.

excerpt:
"The family of John Graziano, who was critically hurt in the August crash, asked the judge to impose a sentence of up to a year in jail, well short of the five years Nick Bollea could have received.

The Bolleas, who star in the VH1 reality show “Hogan Knows Best,” left the courtroom glumly after the verdict and did not comment.

Nick Bollea was arrested in November and charged with felony reckless driving that caused a serious bodily injury. Authorities say he was street racing his father’s 1998 Toyota Supra when he struck a curb, spun in traffic and slammed into a palm tree.

The impact critically injured Graziano, who now needs lifetime medical care. A former Marine who served in Iraq, Graziano was not wearing a seat belt and suffered a broken skull and other severe injuries."

okay. John Graziano is a marine. He was not wearing a seatbelt? He probably gave Nick the alcohol. He knew what he was getting into when he jumped into that vehicle.

The article fails to mention that John Graziano is 22 years old. Did they do an alcohol test on him? There are too many holes in this investigation. Anyways, the Graziano is going to get their money and their justice and their REVENGE.

My friends told me that drunk people often survive accidents uninjured because they are relaxed. Tense people are more likely to have their bodies snap and cringe causing brain injuries. Seriously, during high speed collisions your brain stem snaps unless you are relaxed and supported. uhh.


This must be how Nick Bollea feels:


If he were Paris Hilton he would have only gotten a few days. Sucks to have a has-been/has-not for a father. Plus, what the fuck was Hulk Hogan doing driving a car with illegally tinted windows?! WHO is he trying to hide from nowadays?

Driving with illegally tinted windows is like . . .



Amanda Lepore is fucking gorgeous.

At least Brooke Hogan can sing when somebody is remixing:



"What you know
about what we do?
I see your lips moving
but I don't hear nothing"

Double negatives are hot. Really, we can't correct her when she has a has-been/has-not for a father.

teh sigh

An update

WoW

I have had two final exams as of this moment: Advanced Studio Painting II and Physics of the Universe.

Advanced Studio Painting's exam went for over five hours.

Before I get into that, I must note that the professor has resigned from her position since she got married and her husband can afford for her not to teach for a bit. She's moving to Memphis.

We started off the exam with critiquing Michael Webster's work. While the professor, Amy Freeman, checked out the video projector from the media center, we pulled out a farewell cake and card to surprise her. She was shocked.

After passing out cake, pizza, and drinks, Amy told us the craziest story. I believe her, though, because I believe weird things. She had two cats. One was named Othello, because it was black and white in color. Othello had the ability to talk. Seriously, cats do have the ability to talk or mimic certain voices. Nobody believed Amy until they met Othello. Othello died. Amy's friend was pregnant and three weeks away from giving birth. Amy has a dream one night about her cat. She tells us in the dream she was running and running up these stairs. All of the sudden she reaches a particular step and her cat comes out of it. She said it was like an actual birth, juices and tissues and all that jazz. She also sees that the cat's eyes go from jet black to gray. She wakes up and there's all these numbers in her head. She writes them down. She realizes her pregnant friend is going to give birth in accordance to these numbers. Amy, the pregnant friend, and some others go out for Thai. Late that night, her friend's water breaks. She goes into labor up in the same time that Amy dreamed. The baby was one ounce off from what Amy dreamed. It gets creepier. Amy comes into the room to see the baby and holds the baby. Everybody else is outside of where Amy is holding the baby. She tells us that the baby's eyes were closed, but as soon as they opened they were jet black, then turned to gray. The nurse walks in and gets the baby. Later on, the nurse tells Amy that the baby just won't stop talking. It's just a talker. A talker like Othello, Amy tells us. At her friend's wedding, Amy finally meets the baby and realizes what Amy is talking about before Amy could even verbalize it.

Crazy.

Back to the critique

What was exciting about Michael's work is that he made a video depicting the racial tension in Greenville, NC. For those who don't know: Greenville's Fifth Street used to change from Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd through a predominately African American neighborhood, then switch back to Fifth Street after the neighborhood. It was a trippy video, because he had clips of the Wizard of Oz overlaying video of him driving from one end of the street to the other and back again. It's hard to describe without the actual video on url.

Other studio participants' work was very dull and slack. One person's work was very well done and conceptual, but not cohesive. Each piece was cool, but this is Advanced Studio Painting. She could have done tables with different stuff on it and gotten a grade for it. The coolest thing the person did was take bullets from her first time going to the firing range and paint animals on it. I liked that.

Another person did "abstract" pieces on watercolor paper. I have to admit that these pieces were impressive coming from where the person was coming from at the beginning of the semester; however, I feel she put objectivity into something that is supposed to be non-objective. I have no problem with objectivity, but drop that non-objective bullshit. I liked the work, but I did not like the reasoning.

Lassette Stevenson-Kornegay brought really beautiful pieces to the critique. She's a minister, but she has an obsession with ugliness and death. I love it. One of her paintings was a mannequin with the light, coming through the window, blinds, and translucent curtains, on its form. The conceptual element isn't what impressed me, but the technical element. She paints in acrylic and it's subtractive painting. Every element is detailed in an interesting way. It's not boring details. Another amazing painting she did was a worn and torn ribbon bow. I didn't know what it was she painted, but the technical elements were amazing. What really impresses me about Lassette is that she has a child, a husband, and her mother to care for and she still finds time to paint. She told us some days she sleeps for a couple of hours and she's back doing her life all over again. She's great.

Holly Ann Sailors, link to the right, brought almost her whole life to the critique. She did so much it was ridiculous, but not really. She painted and collaged hardcore since the beginning of the semester. People didn't have room to make excuses when Holly brought in thirty paper painted panels out of the sixty she did, three medium sized paintings, and one very large painting. She really utilized her time despite breakups, family drama, a business minor, and 17 credit hours.

My work got critiqued efficiently. People told me to work on presentation and maturing my new body of work. People complimented my work ethic, concept, and the technique I was using. I suppose I should explain my work at this point. My work is collage meets graffiti meets the eighties meets fashion meets drag meets homo-eroticism meets vagina meets penis meets me meets post-post-modernism. I didn't use a painting palette this semester for this work. I plan to use one in the future. I did pours of color. I used black vinyl letters. I used charcoal paint, graphite, charcoal pencil, hemp rope, and found posters. I recycled my own drawings. I ripped up things I thought were ugly or things I thought I couldn't part and I painted on top of them to produce something that has made me proud.

Finally, I think I am working in a direction that will get me into graduate school.

http://pictureyear.blogspot.com/
http://herbiesworld.blogspot.com/

Evolution

Sketchbook

"Can You E-magg-gin?"



"I Can't"



"Holly Cutting Again"



"Making A Fucking Train"



"Bed Pan"



"Penis Medusa"



"Chris Schwing"



"Lip Question"



"Eye Question"

I am obsessed

Phil Hansen!


I love this guy's work.

Another Manic Monday

It's almost time for my first class. Art of the United States. Dr. Ronald Graziani. He'll kick your autonomous transcendental universalist ass with his political economy boots, baby!

This art program would probably be shittier without the Graz around to inform people of a world outside of traditional bullshit.

Tradition is about updating. Some of the teachers here are stuck in their old ways. They're in modernism. Students are living in postmodernism. Soon postmodernism is going to be over. Then, the professors are going to be way behind.

I went to a drag show and it was somewhat rotted.




I went to Great American Mining Company of New Guinea Incorporated. It's a real club title for a real club. It's an eclectic mix with a hit or miss demographic. There are people in there I would hit and people in there that looked like they missed a lot on the way to growing up. Don't get me wrong or send quotes to the mass media, there are some really nice people who go there. I get tired of going there and it's the carbon copy people who show up. I am tired of going there and seeing people in flip flops. People who go to a club in flip flops are not clubbers. They are people in flip flops who think rainbows can be worn to any event. Plus, they are awful for a person's foot.

The drag show itself was lackluster. I think there was only one true dance number. The queens looked stunning, but what's the point of wearing fringe if you are going to frolic in slow motion across a stage. The stage was built to perform. Lipsynching is not a hard skill. Dancing and looking fabulous is a skill. If I wanted to see a tranny with stand and faux gum out some lyrics, I would ride around Greenville from corner to corner until I found one. I am not tipping a queen who does not dance. This isn't a Make a Wish telethon. I am not making a pledge because of the little girl who does some shitty performance and all the sudden every person with a hundred Sacagawea dollar coins calls in because of being moved. Some people who attend these drag shows are those types of people. People who give dollars to shitty performances:

(1) Friends of the queen. There are always the people who are fellow house queens, those who aspire to be on stage, or those who are coworkers. Coworkers. yeah.
(2) Straight. They want to give the performer a dollar so that the queen can do some perverse act. Then, the person runs or looks to their friends like it's some feat deserving of a Nobel Peace Prize or a poloroid.
(3) Old men. Some old daddy NEEDS to give away at least five dollars, but probably more, to in order an after performance conversation. A couple of nipple squeezes or a cock grab seals the deal.
(4) Drunk lesbians. Why do drunk lesbians do that?


FUCK

Yeah


Studio issues are going away. The semester is almost over. I have to photograph work, finish my art history paper on conceptualist, and some other shit...




- Nate Blake

Censorship

The studio, I share with six other people, is still feeling the aftermath of Thursday's backlash. Basically, due the control issues of one studio mate we all have to compromise our artistic lives.

After the class finished our sources presentation, our professor sat all sixteen of us down. She made us come up with studio rules. Some of them are understandable, but some of them I find to be an intrusion. These are the ones I remember:

The Good
- No touching of other's artwork.
- Only playing music that is agreed upon by all studio mates

The Bad
- Only studio mates are allowed in the studio at all times.
- Only playing music that is agreed upon by all studio mates. The problem with this rule is that six of us are completely fine with any music, but only one is pissed off about everything.
- We can't talk about other people's work. Essentially, the goal of this rule is to keep people from getting their feelings hurt by knowing that their work ethic and art objects are produced horridly.
- There are no signs or posters allowed on the doors.
- Freedom of expression is only limited to within our individual studio spaces.


There are seven people in the studio space. Six of them are unhappy with the changes and only one of them is happy because she got the control she wanted.


How am I coping?

My studio space got enlarged. That's definitely one positive thing. I brought to the attention of my professor that the emergency window does not open and we don't have a fire extinguisher in a studio with people who use oils.

I am not happy with what the one studio mate did to our studio. It wasn't a product of democracy, it was a product of totalitarian manipulation. If six of us don't agree with a rule, then the seventh person should have to deal with it. I mean, why would anyone think that disrupting our lives would benefit the studio environment?

News as it happens

Life has been better for me. Let me state that. It's starting out on a negative note because I am in a negative mood. Negative but optimistic, I should put it.

How about a run down? shall we?


1 - I got my nose pierced.
2 - Someone vandalized my friends' posters for their senior show. A lot of people are blaming me.
3 - One of my studio mates is doing her best to keep censorship still part of our elementary college curriculum. Wait . . . we aren't in elementary school. We are in college. We are at at an university.

The only great news is that today Lauren Adams came to give a lecture for the digital painting position at East Carolina University's School of Art and Design.


Basically, from what I understand a lot of people are enjoying themselves blaming everything on me that goes wrong in the art building. I am sick of it. I am suicidal and full of anxiety because of this shit. Frankly, I am ready to get out of this shit hole school because I am tired of trying to please so many stupid people. A lot of the professors here try to act like your friend, then back stab you the next second. I feel attacked every time I go into the studio and have to deal with someone confronting me on some new issue. I am about to make an appointment to student counseling services to get excused for a week of class because I am suicidal and don't feel like dealing with people.

Because one of the studio mates feels like she can't get her work done, everything must revolve around her wants and needs. Her wants and needs are affecting everybody else in the studio. Nobody has a problem with music, except for her. She had to wait three weeks before the end of classes to bitch about it. NOT FAIR! She's the token poster child for a plush squeeze toy screaming "LIFE'S NOT FAIR!"

I feel rather dead and tired at the moment. I mean, dealing with her drama has drained me senseless. Days like today contribute to me feeling like I will never make it in this world.

I think I will feel better in a few hours or if I take my Ritalin. I know that ever since I have had to deal with petty studio drama, I have felt the want to cut my skin to feel something. I am done with that, though. Oh well. Cutting yourself and taking Ritalin is just another prerequisite to get into this art program. You must worry yourself to death and put other people's childish ideals ahead of your own.

They would feel bad if I did kill myself, though. That very thought is selfish and brilliant. The only problem is that I wouldn't be alive to see their reaction.

The gratification would be enough, though. The suicide note, the weapon of self-destruction, and the tears I would cry are all enough to fantasize about before death takes it away and takes it to the people that deserve to notice it the most.

Being manic-depressive is great.

The Political Illustration & Art Show is up!!!

Sue Coe, David McLimans, and Patrick Flynn will be at East Carolina University for a panel discussion on the topic of political illustration & art.

Wikipedia Article about Sue Coe
Sue Coe's main site on Graphic Witness
Flash Point Magazine's article on Sue Coe

David McLimans

Patrick Flynn


I am excited.


http://www.worldwar3illustrated.org/

Distaste

http://home.earthlink.net/~sallyanger/

Sally Anger's work mediocre.


Who is Sally Anger? Her work is apparent on her artist's website. Of course, everything written by an autonomous transcendent universalist artist is embellished with jargon of design elements and principles OR barely anything at all to remain mystical and mysterious. I find it simply retarded.

Who is Sally Anger? Really.

I started this spring semester with Amy Freeman as the professor of my advanced studio painting class. Amy basically teaches us how to be good artists through giving us a fair dose of reality. From the very first day, I realized that Mrs. Anger and I would not be on the same page. This was simply discovered by the fact that she had to make comments about every little thing I said AND she was the teacher's pet. There's nothing worse than a teacher's pet than a teacher's pet for a studio class. Sally commuted all the way from my hometown of Morehead City, NC, to take classes twice a week. I didn't really sympathize. I have had two friends commute, five times a week from the same area, with fewer complaints.

Anyways.

Amy Freeman gave us an assignment for everybody in my studio to move to the studio next door in order to figure out what the people next door were all about based on their work. The results were quite interesting, but what I figured based on the level of cruelty each studio relies upon for happiness. The people from my studio were more critical of the other people's work. Sally Anger, of course, became somebody that bored us. All of her paintings were of Caucasian women, painted with the same materials, painted with similar techniques, and were boring as a non-fuck to look for more than two seconds. She had no grasp of concept to correlate the materials to the subject matter. We were honest.

Then, we had our first critique. Michael Webster ripped Madam Anger a new one.

Your painting type, methods, and technique look like they were learned from a cheap how-to painting book.

I don't think she was expecting that. She has won prizes for her work. Who fucking cares, though? That's the past generation. We are the new generation. If you want to make modern art than go the fuck on, but don't expect art students of this postmodern age to think your modern shit is worth a damn penny other than to go over our postmodern couches!

Anyways.

Evidently, she cried.

boohooo.

boohoo.

a hoot. a hoot. a hoot.

She quit art school.

Her reasoning was that the commute was TOO MUCH.

Amy Freeman, however, told us that it was the critique.

Plus, she sent an e-mail to her instructor back at community college land that she was grateful for the CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM THAT SHE RECEIVED AT COMMUNITY COLLEGE.

The job of the community college, as far as "Fine Arts", is the foundation. Once you get out of there, you should move on to bigger and better things.

Blah.

SHEEE.IT!

A post for those that like to hear someone bitch intelligently.

A couple of weeks ago, a call for entries was in order for a show called the Body Image Exhibition. It was sponsored by East Carolina University's student recreational services. The show would be held at the ECU's Mendenhall Student Center. I am not one to jump on shows, but the entry fee was free; therefore, I quickly took advantage of the opportunity. The opportunity, you will learn, was lackluster in its enthusiasm to benefit the artist.

The hanging of the show took place the weekend after the call for entry. This is the very beginning of the drama. I was excited to see my art on the wall for the student body and the public to see. On Sunday, I went in to check the final result and it was definitely a final result. Sculpture pieces were laying on the floor, the paintings were hanged crooked, and the drawings were haphazardly stapled to the wall. I was really shocked, but thankful that I only entered two paintings. I immediately alerted the art building to the tragedy. But let's back up.

Last year, another show took place in the Mendenhall Student Center Gallery. I don't even think the gallery deserves credit as a proper gallery by its reputation or by grammatical capitalization. I will call it the shithole for now on for reference to the Body Image Show and the next show in further elaboration. The show was titled The Illumina Show and it was held in the SHITHOLE. Illumina had a free entry fee. The art building was excited and whatever. The same problems occurred, but at this previous show the person responsible put work in the kitchen sink! Now, back to more recent events.


The person in charge for this show and the previous show is named Ameena Mohyuddin. She is a recent graduate and she calls herself an artist. I don't see it. She doesn't claim responsibility for this shotty job, but everybody knows she is negligent for the mistakes.

After we found out about the way our work was hanged in the Body Image Exhibition, people made plans for an emergency Visual Arts Forum meeting.

The reception for the Body Image Show was horrible. One thing a person should never do is hang up an artist's work in a shotty fashion and try to cover up its disgustingness by offering finger food and lemonade. Artists are hungry, but thinking food is going to solve the issue of the shotty job is not going to work. After the award ceremony for the show, I immediately rushed to find out who was responsible.

The situation was under investigation. Whatever that means.

The emergency VAF meeting was eventful. We got out a lot of anger. We decided to write letters of grievances to Ameena.

The week after another VAF meeting happened in which we all decided to march over to Mendenhall and have a meeting with Ameena. I don't think she was expecting fifty art students to come. She didn't even have enough refreshments for all of us.

One thing I can say about Ameena is that she is good. She is good at tap dancing around the subjects of importance. She will do anything to save her ass.

SHE WILL LIE TO YOUR FACE!

links of interest for those artists interested in digital photography and the whatnotz.

http://timothyparlapiano.blogspot.com/
http://danrtalley.com/

Thistle Harlequin

Thistle Harlequin is a fierce performance artist and model. Putrid Sex Object is my favorite of his works.

Whatev

My favorite artists

Jean-Michel Basquiat
Robert Rauschenberg
Jasper Johns
Kara Walker
Andrea Fraser
Andy Warhol
Robert Mapplethorpe
Heatherette
Ron Athey
Thistle Harlequin


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georges_Bataille
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pierre_Molinier
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pier_Paolo_Pasolini