new painting

Acrylic and gouache on masonite. 12" x 16"

And a detail:

Halloween

Bird head mostly made from some aluminum mesh stuff, foam, and felt.
































With real flapping action!!!!



















After the fact, broken-necked and reeking of cigarettes.

Glorious Sammy in the Third Dimension

He is about five inches tall and made of super sculpey. He is covered with fleece, and now, so is everything within ten feet of my desk.




































































From the front
The lighting looks like he is next to a neon sign. And very distressed about it. Hmm... "The Temptation of Glorious Sammy"



















"Glorious Sammy Copes with Premature Balding"

Glorious Sammy

...who, ideally, would star in a graphic novel/illustrated book entitled something like "Glorious Sammy Takes On a Perilous and Riveting Adventure of Great Symbolic Value and Meaning". In which he would encounter friends Follyfed Lucian and Millie Entirely, and challenge the previously undisputed social tyrant, Roustabout Ollie. It would also feature humanistic observations of startling poignancy, as well as a touch of indulgent romance.With perhaps a smattering of unprovoked violence to round things out.
Subsequent titles would include:
"Glorious Sammy Chastises the World"
"Glorious Sammy and the Era of Misfortune"
"Glorious Sammy and Conrad Cradleboard Make Amends"
"Glorious Sammy Lacks an Acceptable Conclusion"

Doodles

Just for the sake of posting something, here is a collection of doodles, some old some new-ish, most done during classes when I was supposed to be paying attention. I tend to draw lots of faces which all look kind of the same.
I don't know if this sort of thing is interesting to anyone but me, but here you go anyhow.
I'm going to start trying to post weekly again, so there will probably be many more posts composed of sketches and/or excuses.

Embroidery 2 finished

Finally...




















It is about 11" in diameter. To give you an idea of scale...

I would like to us text more often in my pieces, but
1) My lettering skills are awful
2) Pithiness and wit are not things I do well.

But anyhow, here is a thing I did the other day.





The imagery and text here is taken directly from a doodled list I had made in my notes during an art history class some time ago, and since have forgotten the meaning of.

Embroidery 2

So far.
This one is Twelve inches in diameter and the fisrt one was eight. I think I'll put trees or something in the background.

new thing

I still need to finish the water, but I think the little guy and the boat might be done.

The voyager returns

What did I learn from the class I took while I was away? That I can draw fairly well but I can't paint worth crap. So I'm attempting to work on that. I also learned that painting landscapes is ridiculously irritating, even if said landscapes are in Italy. I think I just haven't been able to figure out a method of working which enables me to enjoy that sort of thing. So, yeah, while in Italy I drew and painted a lot of really awful crap which will not be seen by anyone. But I did have a really great time there, and I saw an exhibit of super awesome medieval icons at the Accademia. As well as obscene amounts of other great art.

Anyway, as I said, I am trying to work on my painting skills- here is a little practice piece I did the other day. (my scanner is terrible, sorry)

Finally something new

I have been trying out embroidery, this is my first piece.

MORE OLD STUFF

From I guess last year at some point. They are little 3-d figures made of sculpey and various other materials in front of a painted backdrop which was stuck back there with photoshop.

COMIC!

My post-graduaton life has begun with an abandonment of all things creative, and lots of sleeping. But now I am bored with being a useless bum and intend to make stuff again. So to initiate the festivites, here is the only comic I have ever liked out of all the ones I made. It has no title, not for any grand conceptual reason, but because I am lazy.

So...

Here is a shot of my painting in the gallery


And painting #2 (about 9" x 12")

11 days = senior show

So here is the final product.





















Acrylic and gouache, 27" x 29"

Concept to finish in eleven panic-filled days.

THE END IS NEAR

Here is what I have finally decided on for my senior show.
It is acrylic and gouache on a canvas that is about 26" x 28".
(still very much in progress)


















The look of it was inspired by this painting that I started last summer and never finished, but still like.
( the string of christmas lights is not intended as part of it)

Ordinary

His life, so dull and standard, he lamented everyday in a series of teatime discussions with his cat. But she was always uninterested or argumentative, and never made a worthwhile contribution to the table. He leaned back in his wooden chair and wondered if anyone would ever be interested in how horrifically, ghastly normal his existence was. How could he ever make anything wonderful when he'd never felt anything wonderful? Well, there was that one time when he was taking the trash out and he saw that girl from the third floor. He saw her not notice him and now she's gone. Moved away or dead, he doesn't know anything at all. It would be worse if he did, he supposes. Rising crooked, he went to look out of the window and rested his head on the glass. He noticed a terrible act being committed in the alley below. Oh, just someone doing laundry.
He banged his head on the glass and wished that something at all would happen. Then, that girl. He spied her from his room. But, oh, that was too much of a something to suddenly come to terms with, and what could he do? In a decision uncharacteristic, he tossed his cat out the window and made for the alleyway on the pretext of fetching her. When he arrived, her husband had pointed that cat out as the one they had lost some months ago. They thanked him without asking his name and the two were off.
Climbing the stairs back up, he wondered how he could have failed to notice her spouse, and he knew the cat wasn't hers, but what could he say? So he went on having teatime discussions with nobody, and almost felt more satisfied to talk to himself because there were still surprises, but maybe only because he forgets. But it doesn't matter, and the alleyway is empty now, and that's fine, he tells himself, that's fine.

sketchbook 3-the CAT issue

Sketchbook- installment 2

5/31/05
8/11/05
7/17/05

Feast Day

Round and about the meeting place they danced off-key and sang non-rhythmic songs. It was, in a way, atrocious to watch. He sat numbly across from all of it as a spectator, always a spectator. He'd been invited to join, but was reluctant to confess that he didn't even understand the motions. It seemed so natural for the rest of them; they don't even have to think about it. But he, he has to think about everything, as if he must concentrate to make his very breath respond. No ease at all, never at ease.
The dancing stopped and they all clapped. He imitated their motions and hated them for making him be a puppet like this. They smiled and he smiled and he made them self-concious without intending to.
He was soon forgotten and wandered away from the celebration ground toward the centre where everyone lived. He poked about in their private possessions for a bit, but none of it was very interesting. The lights were out and no one was around. He stole a girl's belonging with the intention of doing something perverse, then decided there wasn't any point and threw it in the lake instead. Watching it sink and bubble, he wanted to cry, but the dance was over and everyone was going home and he couldn't be found missing. So he smiled and they smiled and he laughed when he saw the girl.

A Couple of Brave New Heroes

He pulled himself from the flickering screen of talking lights and told us of a mission he had planned. No one was very interested, but he wasn't surprised and declared he would go it alone. So off he ventured into the wicked tundra. Later we would say that we told him not to go, but of course we didn't. We just watched him leave then turned the television back on. They said he was a brave soul, but no one ever would have guessed it from knowing him.
The rumors sprouted across every county like kudzu that he was coming back. I never believed it. Neither did Reginald. There was a party at the town hall to celebrate his return, which they heard second or third or hundredth-hand was to occur. They waited all night and only a cat showed up. They chased it off and had a party to celebrate their success. They forgot all about the lost boy. Now every year they have a party commemorating the Chasing of the Cat.
I think the boy is frozen in the arctic somewhere. Still alive, but unable to move. He just sits there watching the air get colder and colder, watching his limbs crack off. No, that's too terrible. I sort of liked him. Not as much as the others, but I didn't hate him. One of the boys, Alec, went out to find him. He went alone and we all sent our warmest wishes. Semolina is worried and all she does is sit in the backyard. She won't come to the parties. We had one to bring Alec back, but he didn't show. Now I guess they are both motionless in the snow. At least they aren't alone. The man in the back says, "Never worry 'bout no one else in the winter time." He's a leftover.

sketchbook- installment 1