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The following is part of an article written by my very talented friend Shauna Popple.
Unfortunately the magazine where it supposed to get published folded up before that could happen.
I hope that it wasn't my fault.
Have fun:
My blue-coiffed German, as I like to call him, explains to me over a beer at Grappas, and a few mugfuls from there on after, that he is, simply put, "Just an artist." He tells me that photography is what pays the bills but then the guy tries his artistically blessed hand at every manner of expression imaginable. Being a frustrated, half-baked artist/designer myself, I would just like to throttle him for being so goddamn good. So help me God.
What Andy - as he's known to everyone else - creates tangibly is what most of us base our perceptions of him on. You have his spontaneous and magically expressive photographs, his dichotomous symmetrically-challenged, yet balanced sculptures, his perpetually round-ish and jovial paintings, his quick-witted, tongue-in-cheek articles - these are all Andy at his finest.
Though his creations speak volumes, his outer appearance is noticeably louder. For starters, you can't go wrong with a sassy moniker like Andreas Maluche (you pronounce the "che" like you"ve got this annoyingly huge globule of phlegm wedged behind your tonsils so you try to cough it out and make rude noises much like your pet kitty does when it's got a hairball - and darlings, please don't attempt to practice this in public). At one point, he'd sported red eyebrows to enhance the electric blue hair until he dyed those flaming caterpillars back to something more au naturel as he discovered his look garnered "quite a bit of unwanted attention".
I do not believe this for a second, of course. And to top it all off, even though he genuinely claims to be shy, he likes to dole out a business card with him on it "shaving" in his birthday suit. And he's quite happy with his arse too.
I care not to ponder on what else he might shave in his free time but after an eyeful of his business card, I had to admit, my curiosity was piqued.
3 things you like about yourself?
Me, myself, and I.
3 things that scare you?
George Bush, nationalism, religion.
3 favorite artists?
Most art doesn't interest me but Jerry Swaffield, Guy Ritchie, and Frank Zappa are guys who blow my mind.
3 kid's names?
Donray, Sunyee (his son and daughter's names respectively), and Moon Unit.
3 favorite bands/ singers?
Frank Zappa, Alex Harvey, Steely Dan.
3 things you want to try in the next 12 months?
Sex tied up, make money, blow everybody's mind.
But maybe I'd just like to smoke a joint.
3 things you just can't do?
Lie, dance, live without beer.
3 things you want to do really badly right now?
Jump in a car, go to the beach and have this interview there, smoke a joint, make wild, crazy, erotic love.
3 most common misconceptions people have about you?
#1. That I am a loudmouthed, extroverted and insensitive artist.
- Actually I am aggressively shy especially around women.
#2.That I am a foreigner.
- I never understood where that idea came from.
#3. That I am shy around women.
- They all fall for that one.
3 most common misconceptions about artists?
#1. Artists are vain, sensitive, drunkards, horny and are constantly insulted.
- I have met artists who are actually not constantly insulted as long as you say something nice to them.
#2. Artists confuse their own complex, personal problems with a complex mind and tell everybody about it as often as they can.
- Once every few years, you'll find an artist who's personal neurosis does overlap with some generally relevant dilemma.
#3. Once artists have sold an artwork, they don't change their style anymore for the rest of their lives. They do the same artwork over and over again.
- That's a little harsh. I have met a few of the better known artists and some of them do occasionally make an artwork a little smaller or bigger. Once I was so privileged to see one established artist using a tiny little more yellow than he would normally dare to use. It worked better with his client's curtains.
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