The artist Ahol Sniffs Glue goes by many names:
Ahol says all his hustle is for the city of Miami. “I hope to inspire people to not necessarily emulate what I do, but to find creative ways to fuckin’ push our city to the top. Our city, to me, is on the top. I’ve gone to a lot of other places, and I love coming back. I love seeing our bright-ass colors, smelling the fuckin’ piss on the Metrorail. I love our town. I’m not giving up on our town.”
“I actually hate reading, so the only words are that it says 'Cellular Fuckery' on the title and that it’s 'by Ahol Sniffs Glue,'" he says with a chuckle.
The self-published book is a simple square, eight-by-eight inches with 40 pages of digital images. He’s making only 100 copies and plans to release them sometime this week. He has pending deals with arts and cultural institutions in Miami and New York to sell the book, but it will also be available at his online store.
“I call it Cellular Fuckery because it’s all cellular-phone chopped-up images. I’ve become very proficient with photo editing on my
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The cover image is a blurry portrait of a young Anasagasti wearing a Dolphins Super Bowl T-shirt and holding a toy Uzi. It's the only photograph in the book that was taken by a traditional camera and developed. The aesthetic of the digital images, even though they have all been taken within the past two years, is vintage through the color palette and configurations. Some images are reminiscent of '90s internet art, and others are tripped-out renditions of traditional religious compositions.
The images don’t have titles, descriptions, or page numbers, but there's an underlying order. Thematically, the photos reference one another with a sense of randomness. For example, Jesus Christ’s head is cast in gold; he wears grills and proudly shows off his teeth. His arms and torso are slimy blue tentacles holding rifles that rest symmetrically on each side. Jesus wears an oversize gold chain bearing
The book is surreal, self-referential, and playful: an epic visual quest for the viewer. Every image was created by
“I’m here to let you know a dude that didn’t go to art school, a dude who is a fuckin’