Advent of Spring and newest work

after graduating, I took a sabbatical from creating any sort of art. i guess I just needed to decompress for a while.

I've been working on the following drawing for a week or so, and am planning on working it to the point of utter saturation, an idea I got from a very helpful and talented instructor at GSU, who taught a class on what I would call 'the forever drawing', which I did not get to take.

very old - conclusion of earlier figure studies project

death by junk food indeed...

last stuff

venus commemorative

as I insist on a cell phone camera and silly blog as constituting a viable art portfolio, I take the time to upload a recent work in progress, commemorating the current weird and wonderful world of

sculpture

for this project we were to make a self portrait bust which was not only anatomically/proportionally correct but which also spoke something about ourselves.

I am undertaking to make my head out of cake. I baked them, stuck them together with icing, and carved the essentials with an eleectric knife

the rest of it will include fixing proportions with more icing and poss attempt skin tone

drawing

nothing more to relate

Iraq Project

Treesus Jimbo

last sculpture project of last semester

folks in class said the fist looked like The Flying Nun, someone else said it reminds them of a weird graphic rendition of a mix of 'all the world's a stage' & 'Waiting for Godot', and someone else (my favorite) said "OMG! It's like Jesus, but Jesus is like growing out of a TREE! Therefore it is.. TREESUS!!'

since the face is Jim's, I have called it Treesus Jimbo.

this sounds way fun!

and poss, I suppose, remunerative:


maybe I'll have a chance to thnk of sthg to submit and then build...

anyone see what's structurally wrong with this picture?

...and how it lead inevitably to a rather, um, 'Goyaesque'?

head

a sculpture project

plaster with wire and metal skeleton

woodcut

honourable mention to dude who works at Plaza theatre, for owning the coolest, most intriguing building on all of N Highland Ave - you know who you are...

tyger

an etching project, both in b/w and colour

b/w version

printmaking adventures

the finished result of the aquatint project.

CRAPPY cell phone camera 'slides', hell, 'es lo q hay noma'

si

5:30pm

finally got the entire plate covered, a process which involved one or two yoga 'backwards-snake-eating-its-tail' pose breaks, designed to eradicate that awful crimped feeling in my upper back. Plus a healthy dose of terror: he did say, after all, that it couldn't be done. What if I just spent the past 4 hours for naught?? what if the paper decides to fall into a bucket of tar right after it comes off the press?? what if there's something screwy with the press that makes the plate burst into a million pieces?? what if the ink has already dried??

I had to remind myself of the plight of the artist monk in Kristin Lavransdatter, who had to bite the bullet and trade in howling indignation for further faith in God or whatever when the glorious stained glass windows he'd spent 16 years constructing in the Norwegian cathedral shattered when said church burst into flames. "at least it wouldn't be that..."

Printmaking as a day-long affair

C. 3pm - after being in the Prinkmaking lab since 1pm, always in a state of constant crouching over the zinc plate, wiping here, applying ink there, accompanied by little save Prokofief and a friendly, garrulous fellow printmaker, this is AS FAR AS I'D GOTTEN.

This is the project that instructor said could not be done, IE have a discrete color pre each stained glass piece in the aquatint a la poupee technique - he said only a vague, impressionistic sort of thing was possible. I set out to prove him wrong, even if it meant taking all day.

'Typology'

quite an excellent book on typography has crossed my horizon. Not only giving examples of all sorts of type from the times of the Barnum Bailey posters on through art deco on through stuff happening in Europe during the world ward, but on through today's wicked diversity of typographic diversity.

typography, like many art forms, is cyclical in nature; trends are picked up, abandoned, then, after 20 years or so, picked off some attic, dusted off, and touted as the 'new revolutionary thang'. Of course, always adding something along the way...

I adore the illustrations/examples in this book, as well as the historical analyzis.

ISBN 0 8118 2308 3

Why am I posting these?

I've been more compulsive about journaling thatn sketching throughout my life, and inevitably some interesting layout and illustrative, collage, etc things have come out of there. Here's 2 fairly recent examoles (last year - current one). Since I don't particularly care to divulge my ill little mind to the universe, I have taken the liberty of smudging out most of the text.