Cherry Blossoms

Ocean City 4.23.11

no particular reason. just a good day.

Round and Round

Seabrook Power Plant

All you NYC folks listen up,...speed banjo

4.11.11

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Roberto Matta

was driving around town today and stopped by a garage sale.  came across a surprise book on one of my favorite artist's ever, Roberto Matta.  I was a little stunned because I've never seen a book of his work before in person.  I know there are some comprehensive ones online for a couple hundred but...so I offered two bucks for this one and took it.  Score.  It's an old printing and in spanish and there's only a few pictures of his paintings, mostly of him in studios political things.  I love the cover!

More MATTA:

http://matta-art.com/

wiki/Roberto_Matta

Sunday in th studio 4.3.11

Being the scavenger I am, I found this pastel portrait lonely and discarded in a pile of trash and have proceeded to incorporate my personal interpretation...a lions mane fit for the sun.

Sphinx Fox sighting

My collaborative project with Joy Payton is working on some material in preparation for a couple shows later this year.  Hooray for goals.

Here's some small sculptey figurines that are patiently waiting to receive paint food, on top of some character drawings...also hungry.

In the studio

Like a mound, of unfettered voyages, seeking flight, and fancy.

Inspiration can come from anywhere, anytime, take this cluster of postcards; ripe randomness ready and willing, like a loving brotherly photo of Arnold and Willis from Diff'rent Strokes or a vacationing couple in Hawaii playing golf, taken minutes before a volcano off shore violently erupts destroying nearby towns, palms, and golf courses.  Luckily the couple survives the eruption, only to die in the plane crash home. Tragedy, you might think?  What if I told you their little fun in the sun vacation was but part of a scheming elaborate plan unfolding successfully. A leave-the-country-while-things-cooled-down-for-the-robbery-and-murder-of-three-long-time-business-partners-in-prestigious-financial-firm-plan.
Much of inspiration, I find, is about leaving the sails open and susceptible to the currents of a moment.  Allowing whatever you're sensing to come in and let your imagination coast away.

Point of danger. Sharks patrol these waters. Ready a life boat.

Things that don't normally happen #1

Marta was on her way to work, talking to her friend on the phone when from behind a tall building she catches eye of a enormous rabbit.

seeing sexy swirls again

Made this postcard ditty several years ago but came upon it recently while chancing through some files.  Still attracted to swirly lines I am.


*Happy Birthday Sister Bri*

Mike Watt w Split Red

My friends band, Split Red, is proudly opening up for bad-ass bassist Mike WaTT!  Yeah they're excited and I'm excited for them.  Here's a flyer I made advertising the upcoming show on April 2nd.

Malicious Mona

She reminds me of the evil witch from Disney's Seven Dwarfs.

Games Without Frontiers

in love with Photoshop's smudge tool lately

belief

In this poor birdman's world he thinks he needs a three-faced, quadrupedal creature for transport because every other bird man/woman does.  Guess it never occurred to him that if he stands up he could walk with his own two feet...belief's can be hindering.

macchinetta

you have a stove top espresso maker, get crazy, put coffee grounds in that little storage house instead of espresso grounds, add a spoon of brown sugar, heat up.  pour over some milk and **^**! if that isn't some tasty morning juice.
recommended accompaniment: cinnamon crumb cake and el guincho!

Buenos dias mundo!

Sum kinda mule/bull/unicorn grazing

If I could be anywhere tonight

http://www.twinpeaks20.com/

Loverboy by Billy Ocean

Now this is a music video!

tomfoolery

The Anti-Christ as a boy, first learning of his powers.

Couple

Flyer for an event that hasn't happened yet

Today I was dropping off some brochures to the library and passed a elder man who was leaving as I was approaching.  We said hello to each other.  I thought to myself, 'I don't do that enough'.  I quickly did what I came to do, went back to my car and noticed the elder man was getting into his car parked next to mine.  This is of not great import other than my reflecting on my choice to park in this particular spot which was narrow and I thought I wouldn't be long so it would be alright. So I thought I'd give the man a few seconds to reverse out of his spot and get out of the parking lot.  I moved some things around in my car from passenger seat to trunk; took a minute.  The elder man started to put his car in reverse but was having slight trouble backing out for it was fairly tightly packed lot.  I decide to make a move for my front door, put on my seat belt, looked at him forwarding back into his parking spot, apparently straightening out his car?  I went ahead and hastily backed out my car, (nearly rear ending the parked mini van behind me); mumbling holy expletives,  I decidedly drove out of the parking lot.   Realizing, after pulling up to the stop sign, that the man had still not pulled out of the parking lot.  Had he been baffled by my car's sudden disappearance?  Cursing me? Looking in my rear view I finally see the man leaving the lot.  I drove away with reminiscence and empathic condolence. 

The point of this is what it made me think of just then; the future.  It's no surprise the pace of things in our society are continually getting more rapid; information processing comes to mind.  I got to thinking about myself as a elder man and what the kids of the future will be like with me in their hastiness?  Today we use cars to get around, what about in the future?  Books...libraries...I thought a fitting arena for this to take place, won't they be relics in the future?  The act of going to a place that holds objects of information, printed on paper, to check them out, then going back in allotted period of time to return it.  Distant memories of days fading; forgotten?  I had a fleeting vision of on-the-spot processing, thoughts instantly manifest. Needing a vehicle to get from place to place; not necessary.  We just had everything at our disposal, close, available instantaneously.

I propose no declaration or stance about this; no, this is good or bad.  

Objectivity aside, I'm excited about the future.

jumpsuit

i think i'm having a breakthrough, or a breakdown, it may be a breakdown?  hard to tell yet, being in the middle of it and all.

Confidant

The Prognosticating Hare

'fine furry fellow 

do you chase or flee?'

'i flee, i flee, can't you see!'

'why, there some emergency?'

'please waste not, no time to plea

did you not hear

that urgent bellow

foreshadowing near?'

i turned, could it be?

'oh my!, wait for me!'

 

Reluctant Hero

our reluctant hero embarks on his journey into the unknown, wide-eyed in anticipation; magic wand causing no consolation; quivering in his long johns.

snow day

we're closed here for the day at the community arts center due to snow,  so i went for a little stroll around the property to check out the winter wonderment...there's some crazy stuff going on out there!

When doodling becomes a drawing.

there's more to this meandering line orgy but this is all you're going to see, for any more might simply make your pretty heads explode.  you don't want that and i don't want that. 













you don't want to explode do you?

Durer with girlfriend 2009

Found this image link funny.  Albrecht Durer has been a big influence on my line styling's and of biographic interest.  He was a 15-16th century German printmaker/painter/extraordinaire.

http://www.paintedetc.com/post/2841707471/durer-with-girlfriend-2010-dorothee-golz

beak

black horns

Satyr

The Man who grew up watching too much tv.

In future we all live open window style