With a mind that seems predisposed towards the tangential and an effortlessly breezy artistic tone, j.haley (sometimes he likes to leave the space out as a response to our internet driven world) creates treasure out of trash, while simultaneously running a million miles an hour and goofing off. These are completely baseless observations, but we just get the feeling that he is either really crazy or highly hilarious. Or both. We're going to find out when we visit his studio, which is part of The Pump Project (#60 on the E.A.S.T. map) at 702 Shady Ln. Until then, you can catch our general drift from the email exchange that follows.... ...

You bring up the idea of “art”, and you’re definitely begging for some heated shit talking. Opinions are the first to fly, then potentially followed by epithets, then perhaps some brass knuckles. All metaphoric in form, of course. Why must these disagreements come to pass? Notorious MSG comes to mind. It could be said that this is exactly what art and artists, as functional cogs in the machines of social industry, are supposed to......

This Saturday at the Museum of Fine Arts in Houston, there will be badass doin’s a-transpirin'. We have various Blanton parties. We had the whole Radical NY! at the AMOA (which the writer who posted on it completely ruined by misspelling the names of extremely popular artists, and just appearing to be a twat of an art icon ignoramus in general), and if you attend(ed) these events, you’ve likely felt the energy surrounding the concept:......