You Have to Fix It (Diagnostic) , 2012 48.5cm x64cm charcoal on 80lbs paper
This is Tim. If I were a bricks and mortar business, he would have just become the mayor of dutchslavetrade. I believe Tim has acquired around eleven or so works over the last few years. The remarkable thing is that all the pieces he has are ones that I almost didn’t put up for sale. Paintings that I thought were either “important” in my development, especially unique or just fond of for some other reason. He seems to have a good (dead)eye(s) for these things. Don’t Let Your Emotions Straddle Events, 2008 is one such piece. So if this art shit ever pans out for me and someone reading this blog, long after I’ve transformed into a beam of light, plans to curate a show of my self-declared “hits”…contact this nerd.
Turn Me On (You Fucker) v3, 2012 63cm x97cm acrylic on 60lb coated paper
Periodically I’ll repeat myself.
If You Don’t Have Haters Yr Doing Something Wrong, 2001 graphite on paper (appropriation)
This is an end of semester evaluation I received from one of my illustration instructors in college. I had hoped to avoid this person’s class all together after overhearing him talking around the building and seeing examples of his work. Alas, he instructed one of the core classes in my degree plan. One of my more favorite memories from that class, other than his dithering feckless critiques, was, when showing examples of work he had done for Sesame Street Magazine (in the mid 1980’s), a student remarked that working for that publication must have been fun, he replied “Yeah, but I had to do a lot of revisions..like they would want me to put a Black kid here, an Asian kid here… or a kid in a wheelchair in it….who thinks of that?” Oh and the time a Nigerian student did a piece decrying Shell Oil’s dealings in his homeland. After giving a very in depth explanation of his piece the instructor turned to him and said, “wow I’ve never heard about this.” -_- Upon receiving this I balled it up and threw it out. A few minutes later I decided to retrieve it….for my grudge archive. What kind of teacher ends an evaluation with a catty rhetorical question anyway? FTG.
Acryl Bloemen, 2008 acrylic and charcoal on 61cm x 101cm 75lb paper
“I brought you these… to cheer up the room.”
- every hospital recovery room scene ever filmed
When I googled the above phrase, to see if I could get an exact reference, the third result was this, and supports my thesis entitled “Flowers and Doom : The Fragile Warriors and The Abominable Beast Named Actuality von Reality“©. Additionally, the linked site’s domain name is also a “noteworthy-in-it’s-mundanity” theme that I imagine I’ll address in the future. Acryl Bloemen is my first piece having flowers as the subject. I was inexplicably compelled to do render flowers during a nadir in 2008. Subsequently, I gained a modicum of solace.
Untitled Page from a Sketchbook (Coffee) 2008 29cm x 21 cm graphite on paper
When I start a new sketchbook (as I am currently) I first review a few of it’s predecessors, to time travel, see if progress has been made/critique, and to scavenge any bits of idea-flesh that may remain overlooked on the carcass. In 2008 I was balls deep in office culture, bored and drank a lot of coffee to cope with the aforementioned circumstances.
Schadenfreude (Wide Open Beauty for Carefree Living), 2000 60.09cm x 91.44cm charcoal and oil bar on newsprint
Operahouse Show Poster 2006 21.59cm x 27.94cm ink on velum
At some point in 2006 Bill Jeffery asked me and my friend Renee to join him in showing work at a friend of his’ store. I think it was a clothing/vintage or craft/record/fanzine store or something. (They’re around.) He also asked our mutual friend’s band, Yellow Fever to play. They did a ingenious cover of “It Wasn’t Me” by Shaggy. The whole deal was a blast. Lots of shitty wine and I moved a lot of left over from college paper units, freeing me of burden and filling my coffers, both needed as I was about to move.
This is Entitled Reflections/David Jones 2011 1:24 mobile video
I usually forget that I can record video with my mobile, however a couple of days ago while sitting with a friend at a picnic table, I remembered. My friend and I were approached by a man seeking alms named David Jones. As this happens frequently I have come up with a set of guidelines to determine how I will react to these encounters. Mr. Jones’ approach and demeanor was unique enough for me to want to engage with him and I’m extremely glad that I did. With his permission I recorded him reciting one of his poems.
This is a rock show poster/flyer from 2004. I don’t remember much about this show. I think I may have been playing with Attack Formation by this point. This could be the toothbrush show. The image comes from a painting I have never completed about night terrors (Incubus Attack) loosely inspired by John Henry Fuseli/Johann Heinrich Füssli nightmare paintings (1781 & 1790-91). Fittingly, The Nightmare (1781) resides at the Detroit Institute of Art. Detroit is synonymous with rock and soul(s) and also one of the four cardinal American hellmouths (places prime for spiritual/astral confluence).