Street Art

With all of my work insanity and the monotony I feel--it is reassuring to see street art in its many forms and iterations--it shows me that subversity and creativity exist. There is still nonconformity and beauty in life beyond a four-wall 9-5 existance, and that money and power do not necessarily make something better.

Man Man

Saw Man Man Last Night.
It was Awesome, and awe inspiring. Those guys know how to play some music. There was dancing, singing, screaming, and much rocking. I haven't seen this much greatness since The Great Frank Zappa rocked out with the Mothers of Invention--complete with sparkly top and well-composed lyrics. The creative use of everyday objects as instruments as well as noisemakers, props and just wailing on the sax and trumpet, all make Man Man a band I can't stop dancing like a baboon to, Just try and stop flailing as you listen.
If you don't believe me-watch this video:

On Auto Pilot

Feed information in.

Paper spits out.

Inventory, data, spreadsheet, log, blog, blah.

I feel so much time is spent on mundanity and ordinary office work that my mind no longer functions as it used to.

I used to think in color--technicolor in fact.

It had swirls and flourishes-large canvasas splashed with flashy color and shape.

Now my brain works in charts and graphs-working to solve simple problems, mathematically. Solutions to other peoples problems are calculated with almost robotic force. I don't feel it.

I want to run inside my brain with gesso and cover the ordinary so I can start over. Tabula Rasa.

Then begin the repainting.

throw a little orange down--splatter a little pink and green and swirl some green.

There's so much canvas! I can't stop there! Why not put a few lines of yellow...oooh...now some blue....deeep blue.

I sound crazy.

But when was the last time I painted?

When was the last time I did something random and unnecessary just for the sake of doing it?

Everything seems so planned now.

It's written and documented--labeled and scheduled.

Why does everything have to be so sterile?

Wagon's Ho!

I never wanna drink again.
Like ever.
Great way to start my first blog in forever.
I feel like I swallowed a great white whale and it is now flipping over in my stomach....uh--there it goes....

I know I have made the resolution never to make resolutions--but I think I'm resolved now that I have to resolve to make the resolution to stop drinking, resolutely.
yeah.
SO--if you see me with another f-ing shot in my hand, you have my permission to smack me upside the head. Hard if necessary.

On the plus side; I think I lost at least 5 pounds in puke last night, and with the recession in full swing-I should save a ton not drinking. Now if I could just quit smoking.....

One vice at a time.

Home, Something, Home.

I have just finished my latest and some would argue not my greatest project....but whatever. It was a labour of something, not love. Welled up ookieness mostly.
I built a model of my childhood home--good fun ya'll, as we all know THAT was a hoot.
So I haven't much else to say.
I have pictures.
I'm glad this project is over.
Got therapy?

SO this is the outside of the home:


And this is a lovely scene featuring my family...give them a hand...


And here are some aerial shots of the whole project:

This was room:

And this was our piano-actually still is since we still have it (well not the model...the real thing...but you know what I mean, I hope.)

icanhascheezburger.com

This blog is splendiferous. If you don't go there you is not my friend.

see more crazy cat pics

My Beloved Monster

So another fun project we did recently was to create a game and play it to show interaction and creativity in play. Ours was a recreation of the Surrealists "Exquisite Corpse" .
This sounds more creepy than what it is; three artists working on a drawing separate from each other to create one cohesive (or sometimes not so much) piece.
Our spin on this was to make it 3-d and more of a monster than a person. We separated into 3 separate groups. Then we all brought in random materials, set them on a table and had 30 seconds to ravage a table for supplies to build our section of the monster.
Our group had the middle section--it turned out pretty hilarious.

this is a part of the piece that I did, from the middle section--it is a baby alien being born :)