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| Study for Biomechanical Reliquary II, pencil, 2015 |
Thursday, February 26, 2015
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Day 41 #MakeArt365
My Answer to the Years, pencil, 2015
Moth week continues. I
conflate a strong memory from my teens of a wasp crawling from my
glasses onto my eyeball and that Over the Rhine song that is still stuck
in my head from Friday.Monday, February 9, 2015
Day 40 #MakeArt365
Day 40 #MakeArt365
I Dance with Moths in the Void, pencil, 2015
Me dancing, more fantastic than anyone with trees growing out of their head
I Dance with Moths in the Void, pencil, 2015
Me dancing, more fantastic than anyone with trees growing out of their head
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Day 36 #MakeArt365
Apparently I completely forgot to post this here after putting it on facebook...
Briefly Describe What Happens in Each of These Phases., mixed media, 2015
He's in one of my favorite old paintings but It's at least a decade since I've drawn the tin woodsman. I have to say its kind of weird how I sit down each night lately with no idea what I'm going to do and something pops right out.
Day 37 #MakeArt365
Posted late
We all knew this would eventually degenerate into me doodling on my arm with a sharpie like I'm in high school, didn't we?
Burning Moth, sharpie on idiot, 2015
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Day 35 #MakeArt365
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| Ogier Looks a Last Time on Paris Before Returning to Avalon, pencil, 2015 |
"And then the place was void, and they were gone
How I know not; but this I know indeed,
That in whatso great trouble or sore need
The land of France since that fair day has been,
No more the sword of Ogier has she seen."
-William Morris, The Earthly Paradise
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Day 34 #MakeArt365
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| Positive Semidefinite, mixed media, 2015 |
I had a weird dream last night (about rummaging through abandoned weaponry in a wrecked convenience store in the desert that had been a battleground and seemed likely to be one again) but was unsuccessful in drawing it. Then read this poem in the comments on Terri Windling's blog http://windling.typepad.com/ and it hit me between the eye's. I have to say it in no way resembles my father, who (possibly for the worse) wink emoticon has never told a lie in his life, and would likely be quite at home in Oz. I think there's something there though about the inherent tension in art between innocent fantasy and destructive self deception. Chewing on that.
If there is a place south of Oz,
my compass will find it.
If it is the true north,
that lies past Shangri-La,
I have sought that way
since childhood, fairytale needle
always spinning toward strangeness.
My father, whose life was built
on careful lies, always wondered
at the cardinal points of my longing,
declaring them unreal, as if his make-believe
was more natural than my compass rose.
I am aligned to the magnetic field
of the human heart and his was always a gyro,
spinning rapidly to keep up with a world
rotating solely on solipsistic lies.
There was never adventure for him,
no Shangri-La, no Oz, only a cold trail,
trackless plain, and a meal of salty regret.
my compass will find it.
If it is the true north,
that lies past Shangri-La,
I have sought that way
since childhood, fairytale needle
always spinning toward strangeness.
My father, whose life was built
on careful lies, always wondered
at the cardinal points of my longing,
declaring them unreal, as if his make-believe
was more natural than my compass rose.
I am aligned to the magnetic field
of the human heart and his was always a gyro,
spinning rapidly to keep up with a world
rotating solely on solipsistic lies.
There was never adventure for him,
no Shangri-La, no Oz, only a cold trail,
trackless plain, and a meal of salty regret.
South of Oz, -Jane Yolen
Monday, February 2, 2015
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Day 32 #MakeArt365
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| Nothing Gold, acrylic on canvas, 2015 |
The fish, again. This one's actually been brewing for a while (though hardly an ambitious canvas). It is however the first official painting of 2015
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