One of my favorite children’s books is Margaret Hodges’ adaption of the Japanese folktale, The Boy Who Drew Cats. In it, a little boy is saved from a giant rat goblin when the cats he draws come to life. The thing is, you never see anything but the dead rat’s giant tail in the book.
The old gang is not amused by my transparently specist turn.
WE SEE WAT U DID THERE. NOW IZ GLAD I CHEWED THRU UR FAVORITE SHIRT.
Yesterday was my birthday, so here’s an oil painting I did of me 20 years ago.
Ok so this one holds a special place in my heart for a number of reasons, not least of which is because it kind of sucks. I mean, jumping Jehosaphat look at this thing. It’s like Frankenstein’s Monster had drunken post-World Series sex with a Care Bear. I also love it because I did it for a “self expression” assignment for a half-assed university art class run by some sad excuse of a hipster who had the audacity to share my first name, and it really doesn’t express anything except a blatant attempt to be controversial. I also dumpster-dived for that giant plank of wood it’s painted on (the original is something like 4 ft. tall and 3/4 in. thick).
However, what I am most fond of in this piece is the bold and unapologetic use of artistic nudity. You’ll never keep me down! Be free, giant bloated sexless inner self! Be free!
I got an A in that class, by the way.
ADMIN NOTE: I reset the comments thing so you don’t have to provide all that hubbub just to say hi. Silly WordPress.
So to get this blog going, I’m sifting through some old stuff and finding some things worth exposing to the light of the interwebs, some things not worth the effort, and sadly many things not adequately documented.
For now, enjoy this painting I did sometime in 2006 in a single eight hour sitting. Ah college. The original piece was painted on four separate canvas boards, so they could be rearranged and displayed in different ways.
Quickie addendum: Oh gosh you enchanting people, I found some detail photos I took not the very hour the painting was completed. Well shut me down and call me a Gateway.
*BONUS*: A special sneak peak at my dorm room’s sexy sexy carpet. This is, as they say, where the magic happens.
Welcome to my new art blog.
