After all, I'm a public servant.

For some reason I didn't realize the 8" x 5.5" cards would be so huge. Luckily, I got them free on a promotional deal and only had to pay for shipping.



I already sold a piece and the show's not even up!

I keep trying to remind myself that art openings are all about listening to what people have to say. Every failure in art is preceded by someone who told you exactly what would happen . . . and focused listening is not my specialty. I'm more of a random babbler. I hear key words, out-of-context, and my mind reals to connote them in a ridiculous manner to something that sounds similar. Sure I'm amusing, but I need to pay more attention to the "audience".

I took the day off yesterday.

Day of rest and all.

I'm waiting for my show cards to arrive in the mail. It's always so cool to get a box of professionally printed material with my stuff on it. . . mostly because I didn't have to print it. I still have to design the back sticker. It's the part with all the show info, dates, times, receptions, etc. You gotta sticker that, as opposed to having it printed, because that way you can use the same cards for different shows.

If anyone wants a card in the mail, email me your address (stupidtool@gmail.com).

In the meantime, I've been posting a lot of work here. There's a favorites section low on the page that has a bunch of great art by other people on the site.

And how 'bout some high school stoner art? This is 16 years old:

Sketching out some layer ideas on the computer for the next print.

Update, Jan 26th:

So here's the finished layers.



Gonna eat something lunchy and go print these up at the shop. One black screen, and one grey at about 50% transparency.

Still got a week before the show hangs.

Almost Framous (yeah, sorry about that)

8 sheets of BFK, 30" x 22"
6 cut mats, 27.5/8" X 19.5"
6 frames, 31" x 23"
2 clear, fabric rulers, 29"
1 t-square, 49"
1 ruler, 12"
1 cutting mat, 35" x 23"
1 x-acto knife
1 pair scissors
1 butter knife
1 dust-buster
1 roll paper towel
1 roll linen hinging tape
1 spray-bottle windex
and of course, a sharpie marker.



I have so much framed work laying around my house, it's ridiculous. I haven't worked a proper job in three months. I've got 28 pieces going up in two separate shows, booked a block away from each other. They will come together like Voltron to form a dual-optic, art-hole in the fabric of space.



And the Arthole says. "The Solid Black expression of the systaltic understanding we call awareness. Structured order and it's relationship to other structural relationships in order to express meaning or emotion."



But can a Blackness really ever just be a solid. Solid doesn't really happen in our universe. Even the densest matter has vast amounts of space inside of it.



I suppose you could argue that this vast space is probably black.



The new prints are a black silkscreen run (of course) with thin, almost
transparent, grey layers of mist. I really like how the white lines
move into the figures and integrate the different layers into these
weird, combined spatial planes. I love the hands and limbs that
embrace the mist layer. I guess all those carved, lattice screens in
the desert did more for me than I thought. It also kinda justifies
all the time I spend staring at my reflection in the window when I'm
outside smoking.



I love a good word-play thrown in, so all the new mist prints are titled
as "missed" actions. Stuff that has escaped your realm of
reminiscence. I guess it's more a representation of still feeling the
flavor of memories you no longer possess.



How stories felt,
how rules of forgotten games informed your youthful models for social
interaction,
the last of the small victories that added up to one large one,
forgetting to remember dreams. . .

I've been busy making prints, cause someday, when I grow up, I want to be an honest-for-goodness artist.



I think I'm gonna print this one just like above, all sideways and intimate, even thought the original idea had the whole bodies:



And then there's these two:



See Ya'll later.

Alleppey

Driving from the Arabian Sea to an Estate House in the tea and Cardamon fields of Vagamon.

It's hard, with the state of the roads (or lack of them), to take a picture out the car window. The whole time Muni was our driver (days and days and days . . . long trips, too) he only had two CD's in the car which we would listen to endlessly.

Joe Cocker's Greatest Hits
and
Some random Moby compilation

















I think tomorrow will be a post of cats and puppies we met along the way.

Afterasuarus

Started the immense job of cataloging pictures from the trip.