Old girl, Honda, hit her 200,000 mile mark a few weeks ago. I was on my way to Peoria. Today, she'll have a new milestone in her car-life. She's about to go to Kansas! Time to get an oil change!
I've never been to Kansas. I was in Kansas City, Missouri (good barbecue?)...I could have easily scooted over to Kansas and said,
"Hey, Kansas." quickly followed by,
"See ya, Kansas!"
In short, I'm excited about checking another item off my bucket list. Morgan Freeman would be proud. And did anyone else notice how fuckin' dusty my car is? This photograph is embarrassing.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
a quickie.
quick bird poem.
When I was a younger kid
The age of twenty three,
I’d throw some seeds on piles of snow
And birds would sing to me.
Their colors popped on white, white ground
and Cardinals looked blood red.
I watched some blue jays fight for food
To get their bellies fed.
When I was a younger kid
The age of twenty three,
I’d throw some seeds on piles of snow
And birds would sing to me.
Their colors popped on white, white ground
and Cardinals looked blood red.
I watched some blue jays fight for food
To get their bellies fed.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
covered in fur.
I'm not sure if I just had an epiphany...lemme explain.
I've had trouble painting since leaving graduate school. I haven't stopped making art. I've sketched prolifically and have made about eight paintings. Six of those paintings made their way to the fire pit. They sucked balls.
The reason and epiphany? I was trying to make work that looked like my last body of work and I don't think I can (or need to) recreate what I did for my thesis show. The only two paintings I've liked are the ones that can't relate to my last body of work.
Which lead me to the conclusion, its time to make some new shit.
I've had trouble painting since leaving graduate school. I haven't stopped making art. I've sketched prolifically and have made about eight paintings. Six of those paintings made their way to the fire pit. They sucked balls.
The reason and epiphany? I was trying to make work that looked like my last body of work and I don't think I can (or need to) recreate what I did for my thesis show. The only two paintings I've liked are the ones that can't relate to my last body of work.
Which lead me to the conclusion, its time to make some new shit.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
bucks and does.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Hot Foot Quiniela
hotfoot quiniela triple encore. 2006
The show at the Morpho Gallery went well. I got to see friends, buy some art, meet some new people, and drink beer at a spooky bar called BOBBI'S. Bobbi gave me a free beer before the show, she said I looked high strung. I liked that.
http://www.morphogallery.com/ check out the webby if you get bored.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
I-80 Olfactory Bovine.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Series: I was for Awhile
Snap the Stings, Sucker. 2006
My friend, Grant, inspired me to look back at old work. Maybe I can gather some insight into why I'm having trouble painting.
I made this one during my hobo days of 2007. All I did was travel, crash on couches, and see the sights. Its from a series of paintings called, "I was for Awhile." Snap the Strings, Sucker is the first in a series of paintings about closely knit friends and the importence of travel.
I spent my "growing up" years in Peoria, IL. This piece is a tiny painted icon for a city that I've grown out of but is still deeply appreciated. Peoria...its been called a hole that hard to climb out of.
My friend, Grant, inspired me to look back at old work. Maybe I can gather some insight into why I'm having trouble painting.
I made this one during my hobo days of 2007. All I did was travel, crash on couches, and see the sights. Its from a series of paintings called, "I was for Awhile." Snap the Strings, Sucker is the first in a series of paintings about closely knit friends and the importence of travel.
I spent my "growing up" years in Peoria, IL. This piece is a tiny painted icon for a city that I've grown out of but is still deeply appreciated. Peoria...its been called a hole that hard to climb out of.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
the painting was a BUST!
I'm dead in the water, boys. The painting is torn up and in the garbage can. Sorry guys, these things happen. At least it felt good to destroy something. I'm going to keep on trying until I get it...in the meantime you can check out this link from a show I was in a couple weeks ago.
http://vimeo.com/15250725
http://vimeo.com/15250725
Monday, October 4, 2010
group show and confessional
Their Botched Migration. 2009. A piece featured in upcoming show.
I'd like to vent some frustruation. Painting is hard.
Pictures coming soon. In the meantime, check out
http://www.morphogallery.com/futureevents.htm
I'm in a three man show with David Sisk and Ian Sherwin. It opens on October 9th, 5-9pm. If you live in the greater Chicagoland area, stop by and we'll shake hands in a formal fashion.
I'd like to vent some frustruation. Painting is hard.
Pictures coming soon. In the meantime, check out
http://www.morphogallery.com/futureevents.htm
I'm in a three man show with David Sisk and Ian Sherwin. It opens on October 9th, 5-9pm. If you live in the greater Chicagoland area, stop by and we'll shake hands in a formal fashion.