do you love me now that I can dance?

The oaks were silent then

I commissioned this from a a friend of mine for Yoona. It says "Chicken + Penguin" in Korean.

I've got the Transformers theme stuck in my head

Oh dear.

Leftover parts from the apes

This is a photoshopped version of what I plan on doing for my final project in studio.

If you just walked away, what could I really say?

Come back, I have cheese?

I present to you two photos that I feel are good enough to present to my professor on Thursday, and one of which I feel is good enough to put in the final series.

The Pal:*

and Feet:


*I call it The Pal because its sort of a tip off to Marcel Duchamp. He signed a urinal and called it The Fountain, and this is an obvious send off to him. But more importantly, it derives its title from the fact that the urinal does appear to have a big gap-mouthed smiley face, which I don't think I need to point out has some potentially homoerotic humor to it... to think, you've been pissing in this grinning moron's mouth. Maybe you'll stick to the stall next time.

As for the chicken feet, they make me laugh because... well, you ever throw a chicken foot at someone? Man, you should see them squirm. I'm kidding, I've never done that. But I've joked about it, and its the visceral response that makes me laugh.

Putting microwaves into your brain

Ok, so to look busy without actually doing anything, I'm putting photos from Tampa up (that I took like 4 months ago), because... why not.

So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home

Haven't done much lately, I've been busy and tired. Seems I developed arthritis in the past two months, and so I end most of my days feeling sore and sleepy. So most of my waking hours are not spent on art. Especially when I have such work-intensive classes. So.... give me some time. I'll get there eventually. Even if I'm limpin'.

No recent posting...

Nothing new.... I painted the branch and the broomstick red and blue, respectively. Getting there....

Photos I found on my laptop from winter break

Pretty self explanatory.

Dinner-time Doodles

The garbage truck beeps as it backs up

Stuart Janssen wrote
at 12:48am
Do you suppose, having now taken color, that Paul might be convinced to allow us to do large-format thusly? I mean, its our money anyway, and we have the knowledge, why shouldn't we use it? I mean, I just don't think any of the ideas bouncin' round my head will translate as well in silver nitrate, you know?

Sean Stewart wrote
at 10:50am
I'm not sure Stuart. I know for a fact that black and white will require silver. ;) Beyond that I have no clue. I've been shooting lots of color lately. Hope you get a lot of work done over break. And if so, hope that I get to see some of it.

Take care.

Stuart Janssen wrote
at 11:22am
Do we have to print what we do in large format in fine b&w? I guess that would make sense... I'll be shooting a shit-load of color my friend.

Because seriously, most public restrooms can't be shot in b&w, they just won't convey the feeling as well (thats one of my ideas). The other is the fool-hardy notion of doing an ethnographic study of delis (like how I did diners last term).

Fun With Photoshop

The Time Approaches

Another painting started... only part done.

You're my Satellite

Another work picture:


Photoshopping in progress:

Just stuff

feesh-feesh-sveedish-feesh

Bleach stains on my pants from trying to clean off some mess or other... turning them into fish made them seem less like a fuck-up, hehe.

Dead languages and living man lingos

I've been trying this lately, water color pens on gessoed plywood. Dunno, needs some work

I'm going to punch that dead horse until it gallops away

This is how I justify my hoarding of junk/wood/sticks/muffler... its "art-to-be" (thats how I explained it to my girlfriend anyway, hehe)

And how you used to say the stars are forever

So Thursday morning I woke up with my right ear feeling muffled and a bit sore. Initially I thought it was a cold symptom, since it cleared up a bit after a ho shower and hot tea, and since there's been something going around. It stayed sore all day, but whatever, I figured, it'd be gone by Friday. WRONG. It was still there, and more muffled. At that point I realized it could onl be an ear infection, more specifically swimmer's ear. I got antibiotic ear drops, which seemed to work for a few minutes before my ear canal shut completely. Fastforward to 5:30 AM and the entire right side of my face is throbbing. I finally wound up going to the UPenn hospital at 7:30, and there I stayed until roughly 3:00. But, after a prescription for 2 antibiotics, sudafed, benadryl and generic pain-killers, I can actually hear out of my right ear again.

So what does all of this have to do with art? Nothing, unless you count being unable to use my Zen for 3 days because putting an ear bud in my right ear was impossible.

Woo

IT CAME!!!! I'm at 7.7 gigs now, 3.3 to go.

This is my background on it:

When I can't stand up in this cage I'm not regretting

I drew this during work [again]. I realized I made my girlfriend's lips a bit too small in the drawing after I was done, but it was based off of a picture on my phone, so...

Oh yeah, caramel-flavored tofu ain't that bad.

The merry wives of Windsor I swapped for cans for spam

So I got my grocery deposit (finally) and promptly used 2/3 of it to buy the Creative Zen. I wound up going with the black, because the green went up 20 bucks. I'm going batshit without my music, can't wait for it.

What boredom at work can do

and



My tin-man and scarecrow are so more badass than the originals.

Your mother was/might've been an immigrant

POTATO! Finished it between class and work today. The idea comes from a Yiddish poem I learned in my Yiddish class, called Bulbes, which is Yiddish for, you guessed it: potatoes. The poem is about how poor Ashkenazic Jews ate little more than potatoes (Ashenazic refers to the Jews of Northern/Eastern Europe).

I'm 3 generations removed from my great grandparents, the Ashkenzim that immigrated to upstate New York in the early 1900s, but I still identify with those people. At the same time, I realized recently that I am dating an immigrant, even though today maybe we don't think of people as immigrants. I guess the term conjures up the image of poor Europeans entering the US through Ellis Island, seeing the statue of liberty, etc... Yoona's from Korea, not Europe, nor is she poor, and she came here on a plane with a student visa, but she is still, in essence, an immigrant.

So the painting idea is that if we ever had kids, thats what I'd tell them.

I got my head shaved by a jumbo jet

Its a potato! Or it will be.


Card I made for Yoona for Valentine's Day. Normally (IE when I was single) I hate Valentine's Day... and I still think its a holiday thats been kept alive by card/candy/condom companies purely for profit. But I have a girlfriend who I love, and that means making a card and taking her to a nice Thai restaurant.

Toefwho?

2 cups chocolate chips,
1/3 cup coffee liqueur
1 block silken tofu
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 tablespoon honey
1 prepared chocolate wafer crust

Place a small metal bowl over a saucepan with simmering water. Melt the chocolate and coffee liqueur in the bowl. Stir in vanilla.
Combine the tofu, chocolate mixture, and honey in the blender jar. Liquefy until smooth.

Pour the filling into the crust and refrigerate for 2 hours, or until the filling is set.

In the end, it keeps me coming

I found this on my scanner bed when I went to scan the other stuff:

Totally forgotten I'd left it there. Salt printing is also known as calotyping, IE, one of the original photographic processes. I'm gonna buy one of the kits and go crazy.

So I was waiting for the shuttle-bus one cold night (every night in Philly since January 8th) in the library, and I spotted this book:

I picked it up initially out of boredom then checked it out out of genuine interest. Upon further glancing, I actually wasn't too impressed with most of the ideas, but one in particular caught my eye:

I had this same idea like two years ago, move the garden into the house! Incorporate nature right into the architecture of the house (like support the roof with trees)
Here's another view:


Ok, I think I've wasted enough time.

Science damn you, time-child!

So one of the key necessities of art for me, music, has been removed from me temporarily. My mp3 player died the other day, and I won't be getting a new one for a few weeks. Luckily I saved my music to my laptop the night before it died. 2 and a half years, and many a fall, but none so epic as this: it dropped, hit the corner at an angle, bounced, spun in the air, then hit another corner and fell over.

Here's what it said:


I'll be getting this:


The new version. A bit less capacity, but I only used 11 gigs of the old one (1/4) anyway.

Until then, just stuck with iTunes I guess. BTW, does anyone know a good [free] wma-to-mp3 converter?

I should be doing something more productive

So I've started a third blog. Not that I use the first one anymore, really, and the second one was really more for griping about life when I was single. So, I figured, why not make one specifically for connecting with other artists? So here it is. Spiffy, ain't it?