M-o-n-t-a-n-a! The world is abundant.
You’re the group therapy I needed.
I feel like many people out there feel that what I do, group therapy, is kinda a crock of shit. And that’s cool! A lot of things are a crock of shit. The man that thinks he is wise is a fool, but the wise man knows he is a fool. Or something. I think shakespear wrote this.
Newman is seated at the counter at Monks, mumbling to himself.
Newman: Butter. Kramer. Butter. Kramer.
The waitress brings a roasted turkey out on a tray. Newman hallucinates
Kramer/turkey (waving wing): Hey buddy.
Newman screams and runs out of Monks.
(via The Butter Shave)
I took this desk calendar from my office at Camp Hope and turned it over and drew a picture of St. Vincent. It’s cardboard. I painted this in this 2 week period in Tallahassee, this time I had between Camp Hope and Alaska. I like a lot of other types of music, she’s just a pretty lady to paint I guess. Don’t think I’m weird. What I REALLY like about this is I painted this scene from Jurassic Park in the background. That movie meant the world to me as a kid, specifically this panoramic view of these dinosaurs hanging out in a lake. When I saw that, I was like, “That’s where I want to be”. I used to dream about that scene when I was a kid. When I went for my first serious hike to a glacial lake (Hatcher Pass) in AK I had the soundtrack blaring in my mind. Everything is connected in its own little way. More art to come after Thanksgiving. Hope to see yall in Tallahassee!
So I have plenty of issues with The North Face and the consumerism and commercialism of the outdoors but the biggest issue here is that no ad agency wrote these words. John Muir did. And I’ve watched this thing over and over trying to spot citation or credit and searched the internet for it, too. Nope. Just plagiarism. Ugly. Don’t spoil Mr. Muir’s good name with your overpriced and unnecessary “gear” but if you want to use his words to inspire, at least have the guts to admit that they’re his not yours.
Just another boring post of a photo from an airplane window. THE WORLD IS ABUNDANT!
Typically terrific, busy and prolific
The mouth is a little janky. Anyway, this is St. Vincent. Cool thing about art is you can do whatever you want! I saw this photo of Ms Annie and the colors were really pretty and I thought I’d like to paint that. So I did. More art to come.
What a rare event, lunar halo + sundogs! I envy those people who can see it directly not just with a photo. Nonetheless, these pictures are awesome! And I’m awestruck!
Supermarket in Sarasota, Florida (1958-61) © J. J. Steinmetz
What is there not to love about this?
Painted this over the summer. This was a fun one.
Part 2 of me uploading some of my hobby art onto the internet. This is in descending order, beginning from my least favorite. This is my 2nd least favorite. What a good intro I just did there.
I was reading I, Claudius at the time, which did not have an influence on how Roman this guy looks. This guy is me, well supposed to be. My beard was much bigger at the time than it is now, I was on the verge of a break-up, I was (and am still) very much into space, and looking into a clear night sky and the experience being a restorative-type feeling. This was an attempt to show how I see myself in relation to the universe. Sort of. The colors are made from melting crayon, a trick I learned on reddit, and my face is somewhat 3-d from using strips of paper and elmers glue. A trick I used for my next piece which I will show next. Thanks!
My least favorite art piece I’ve done. But I mean, it’s still one of my children so, yay for you, child.
I have forgotten this blog for too many reasons. One of them is growing up. Wah. I’ll post some of my art up here, well all of my art I hope, in the next couple of weeks. I’ve never really showed them on the internet. No day but today?
Hope you’re doing well. Keep learning! Every day, keep learning.
Oh, and this is called “The Letting Go”, it’s the only piece I’ve ever titled. It was based on this period in my life where I felt it was necessary to let everything go. Right? Well there’s more to it than that but when there is no mystery there is no fun. Right? Right.