art.

today i'm going to do my next degree project piece.  i slept long and well with many dreams i can't remember.  

i'm blowing snot and blood and i'm bored with idea of being sick all the damn time.

i've got some ideas brewing.  i also have an opportunity to do an album cover... i haven't been inspired naturally yet, so it's time to look into my image banks and pull some stuff out and stare at it and piece it together.

i have no respect for reviews, i would cite this as a problem but that was my last one, so that's nice.  i think the only helpful/non-general feedback i got was from Chris Goodwin.  He gave me ideas of what to do technically, not vague suggestions or complaints about how i, (a) don't have concepts (b) that my concepts are too hard to understand.

also an interesting thing that i think two people mentioned was backgrounds.  i guess unless i'm doing a scene i just don't feel like putting one in because it feels arbitrary.  i think sometimes during reviews the reviewers kind of prepare themselves with a mental list of points and then go around to each person and apply that list to their work without taking the time to delve very deeply into the piece and try to understand what it needs.

also Emily was showing me pictures from Australia and her work is so inspiring to me.  she's just so free when she paints and draws.  i still want to feel that way...  i've got to get a new sketchbook.

i'm also sick of people talking about making larger scale work.  that's what i mean, they look for the opposite of what you're doing and assume that if they suggest the opposite, they're going to push you to do something real cutting edge.  it's so impersonal that i find it insulting.

art things that i've touched

colour has since been added.


still need to add a wash. cerulean gradient top to bottom?

kisses from the shaky underworld

wolpertingers and cactus

My day is entirely inspired by Gimme Shelter. It started on the bus this morning. I was drinking the dregs of a strong memory
the time Alicia and I got dressed up and down and psychedelic and whoreish in fake fur and lace and mini skirts and metallic silver and platforms and spike boots and went to the Morlock to see Orange Sunshine. I was drunk on a bottle of red wine and high on some California and holding onto one of the amps and dancing trying not to fall down, my soul comin right out of my body, sleeking out of skin, shimmying into some glitter and then they went into their version of Gimme Shelter. It's so grit and rough and the ultimate hard homage to one of the most badass songs of all time. If you get me started on that song I'm going to start stumbling the words around my mouth like wooden sugar cubes about the way her voice cracks and if you listen to this as loud as you should be listening to it you can hear the studio get excited about it. That voice crack MAKES the song. Her voice cracks from passion, I mean--THAT'S rock and roll, baby.
On the somewhat other hand, THIS:

is inspiring my life right now.
The caption makes it even better, if that were possible.
"Eric Metcalfe a.k.a. Dr. Brute
B.B. playing hte part of Leopard Lady who has just decapitated Jane Mansfield on Safari with Lex Barker"

it's about the superiority of animals because they are unfettered by unnecessary and inhibiting emotions, and wanting to become something other than human because you never felt right inside your human skin anyway.

jackalopes of the world:

The grand finale:

it's even more gross and hilarious because of HOW OBVIOUSLY these are taxidermied and just plopped onto some field in the middle of nowhere.
Jackalopes DO exist, but unfortunately, it's a disease. Shope papilloma virus. The Culprit.
If you like looking at fucked-up pictures, you can see the disease here.




On another note:


The Don Juan re-do.

as of 3pm.

Almost done with the cacti now.

as of 5:20pm.
Guess which one's my favourite cactus!

TO YOU SWEETHEART, ALOHA

STUFF

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for people who like to read boring stuff:
Alameda Outlaws (band name for wolf piece, not sure about the lines yet but we'll see
the Don Juan pieces... uncomfortable with the colours, want to completely redo
I like the Johnny Cupcakes concept but i need to execute it better.

i went to this rock and roll cowboy wine tasting/show/southwestern jewelry thing and got asked for a business card i do not have yet. i told the woman i liked to draw anthropomorphic creatures in transgressive situations. when i think about that i get excited to do art. i want to show that in my review, but the workload this semester didn't allow me that. the illustration department works against itself.
anyway she works with turquoise and silver and coral and it's all beautiful and southwestern and i bought two cards from her, one with radiating porcupine quills and one with three feathers from a little dead bird she found on the side of a road when she was riding her horse. she buried it and thanked it and everything.


where I'm at on the juxtaposition piece for advanced drawing:

it's kind of meaningful to me... especially since this summer. becoming an animal, skimming the fringes of realities, feeling out of place/changeling. earlier today somewhere i felt like an alien. not like the movie kind but you know



an artist i like. gustaf tengrim




somehow, we all seem connected
i kinda want to work with this collective: http://nationalforest.com/site.html






uschi and bockhorn's bus


i'm reallyreally tired.
aurel schmidt: http://www.tinyvices.com/Aurel_Schmidt.html
i have a lot to say but i don't have internet at home right now because some people didn't pay the bill.

raw nose

margot says i need to find a way to make it fun again because otherwise i'll graduate and i won't want to draw. i know this is true. but for it to be fun, there needs to be less thought--more intuitive, because she is right again, it is a strange sort of fear that manifests as procrastination. but now i am afraid, because my degree project is the actualization of my progress towards this goal, and it is nothing like anything i have created that i would show people, it is supremely imperfect, and i'm dreading standing beside this strange bulky set-up--an element of a larger element of an installation, an appendage.
an overhead projector, a sketchy ink and pencil, a collection of watercolours and writing.

Psychedelic poster art was my first influence, and remains my main inspiration, and if i can approach an assignment with the mentality of poster design, it feels as if there are infinite creative paths, and i can draw the imagery that i love and the colours are so fun to mix, and i can experiment inside of them while i am painting.




Problem: the center bird. there are too many birds. i need to depict crows. i had a Yaqui symbol in the center in the original sketch, but it bore too much resemblance to the iron cross, and i cannot find any further Yaqui iconography anywhere on the web. Andy suggested molding it kind of to a heart, but that doesn't really have anything to do with the book, and yeah, i do think that's a little cheesy. suggestions?

so for now i'm just going to paint everything but the middle. i'm painting the organ pipe cacti right now.

ain't no easy way

i'm screwed on cupcakes, though.
i'm also getting less sick