One more week until break . . .

Wallowing



Floundering



Weltering



Dithering



Right before this picture J. HIT ME with a food tray.
You can see the legs on the floor . . .
. . . SHE HIT ME!

I'll have my revenge.

My fucking car is in the shop AGAIN!
My research paper is not done.
I haven't even started printing
my three prints for my final critique.

And this:

Sharpen your stencils!

Well, these may not be the best photos, but they're not to bad for using a light-table and no tripod. Just a bunch of stencil experiments that will most likely get incorporated into other work. All the imagery was cut out of newsprint with an X-acto blade. I opted not to alter any of these pictures in photoshop because, well . . . I'm busy and lazy.





















Yup. Clouds and light switches.
Not bad for a day's worth of printing.

Borshoff

The Borshoff communications agency is working with my department to help them celebrate their 24th anneversary. They are doing a show of prints based on the theme "Communication 24/7". I pulled an all-nighter yesterday finishing my piece and building a frame and getting it all set up. They have a video about it on their homepage (yeah, I'm in the video working on a wood cut).

This is what I put in:



Titled:
Analeptic Anagnorisis (Anabolic Antenna)
40" x 32" framed (handmade frame too. . . that's right).

My submitted text (for the $1000 purchade award for their corporate art collection):

Historic propaganda posters often featured a closed fist to signify the physical might of a single ideology as it struggled against its adversary. Today business communications labor in an inverse manner to develop relations. The historic image of the closed fist has become a tree-like antenna symbolizing determined, sociable progression. The week's days are represented by seven suspended informants who all radiate an indicator for each hour of the day.





It took from 8PM until 4AM last night just drawing those radiant pencil lines around all the bubbles (because I do it with a mechanical pencil, like an idiot . . . probably the most labor intensive tool I could choose for that particular visual device).



Shakey coffee hands.



And my favorite part:
The word bubbles are printed on separate sheets of really thin Japanese Paper and adhered to the print. They over-lapped the decal (that's the ragged edge of the art paper) and I trimmed them to the exact ripple of the original sheet.



Some of the small bubble prints before they got cut down to bubble shapes.





These are the first wood cuts I've ever done.
I think I'm in love with the process.
I'm a natural-born woodsman!

Stabbing, cutting and gashing with an exacto metal talon

More pieces for the print I'm working on:















The focus on these photos was brought to you by the substance: coffee.

And whose the most metal mother fucker you know?

Calluses on his hands calluses on his soul
Hard-boiled son of a bitch
Scraping away on the down hill grind.
It's a means to an end, a mean end for most.
Death and domestication ends in shattered hopes
Can't see the hand at the other end of the leash:

. . . And More About Me.

Got a solo show up at Cap City Tattoo Co. in downtown Columbus. There's some pictures in the "Shop Images" section halfway down the page.

If you're around Columbus, Check it out at 61 Parsons Avenue in Olde Town East.

I Need To Clean My Studio.