Today is/was my father’s birthday. Since I can’t give him a gift, I thought I would give one to everyone else. This is a fantastic album…the kind that you wake up humming. Enjoy.
D.D. B.Day
March 5th, 2010travels (inside your mind)
March 5th, 2010I took a brand-new sketchbook with me on my recent trip to Portland. A blank sketchbook is a dangerous thing, let alone in a strange new land (especially if the idle hands happen to be mine). I’ve been interested in trying to combine pattern, figure and fashion lately… accompanied by the usual uncomfortable undertones.
This was/is the first page of the sketchbook. Started on a Denver lay-over while a 60 year-old man next to me yelled into his cell phone. Finished while having a conversation with a middle-aged British woman at my hostel about how she got caught in a tree in a skiing accident.
Next sess…I’m at the downtown library in Portland, looking at a fantastic oversized encyclopedia of body art and modification. Behind me is a bum that smells like Long John Silvers. He’s reading from a bible while holding a grimy clenched fist in the air and opening and closing his fingers with murderous vigor.
Lastly, an in-progress page that was made minutes before venturing out to a great, seedy bar near the Willamette River called THE TUBE. I ended up talking philosophy with a 36 year-old dude who claimed he wasn’t gay but he really had a thing for drag-queens. Then I booty-dropped with some lesbian black girls.
I couldn’t say it better myself (and believe me, I ‘ve tried)
February 27th, 2010On my way to Portland. No creepy-ass plane sketches as of yet. However, I am reading an amazing book by ex-Whitney Museum curator Marcia Tucker, entitled, A Short Life of Trouble. Life-changing quotes sit daintily underneath each chapter header. Just one of many that I’m sure to get tramp-stamped:
“Trying to define yourself is like biting your own teeth.”
—Alan Watts
Another episode of misdirected nonsense
February 26th, 2010Occasionally, my boss’ wife, Linda, who is labeled on our website as a ‘co-creative director’ and whose chauvinistic, egotistical husband only allows it to humor her, is in charge of our monthly all-team meetings.
Here’s a picture of her for reference:
As opposed to my boss, whose delusional ramblings go on for an excruciating average of 45 minutes, Linda is usually concise with her agenda. Not so much the case this time. There were a few real gems that fell out of her mouth along the way. I think we’ll all benefit from these insightful comments:
1) “We’re all capable of making more feelings!”
2) “Don’t you feel like America’s winning right now? Like it’s still a great place to live? Producing great athletes means that we’re still the best country in the world!”
3) “It’s a cordless update on a childhood memory”
What??
icky-krisp?
February 23rd, 2010Many will testify that I’m easily disturbed by popular culture, but this is too much to take:
Excuse me, Miss, is that a predator up your sleeve?
February 8th, 2010I’m looking for feedback on this one. The most consistent thing I’ve heard so far, is, “that’s different“.
ridonckulous
February 7th, 2010I had to gather some images for a Powerpoint for my heads n’ faces class. This is a sampling of the ‘treasures’ that were uncovered during the process:
faceless.
February 5th, 2010It seems that not having a face (whether in the social media networking sense or in the visceral sense) has been a constant topic of conversation in my life for the past few days. Irony strikes again; as I had to make this demo drawing for my ‘heads n’ faces’ class:
* Sorry, these images don’t get any bigger.
I can only hope that my students aren’t as terrified of this image as I am. I think I’ll send it to Mom for the big 6-0.
Put a harpy in your mouth,
you dainty leopard-face.
February 3rd, 2010
Today’s addition of craft-abberance is actually not a drawing, but a quick Photoshop collage…It’s inspired by my warm-hearted feelings towards being stuck in purgatory during the dead of winter. Enjoy.
blog not dead.
February 2nd, 2010Yes, that’s right. I’m still alive. After a monthlong hiatus, procured by ‘adult-like and responsible tasks’ I am finally emerging from the rubble to start publishing bits of my life once again. I have resolved to (for the next week or two) post one weird or animorphic drawing each day in order to pay back the digital presence that I may have neglected or abused while I was getting my shit together in the real world.
Here goes…
