Evolve or... just quit

Pardon me if I posted this before, my sheet of what I have posted and have not posted went gone missing and my system of "look at the past entries" is not being used at the moment.
If I have posted this before, it most likely came with the notation that this is the least favorite painting I have and I have done some odd stuff. People take it too literally, skulls meaning death to them, and death is bad. Well, death is not bad, unless you are on your way to death or in the midst of dying horribly and then i think maybe you'll change your mind and welcome the end of pain... But that is not my point. The skulls are representing the structure under the flesh, not death, here. Without that structure, we'd all fall down and unable to move forward at more than the pace of a worm. The skull protects our most precious organ, the brain, and that is pretty nifty keen.
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Actually, this painting has not message. Originally there was 33 different languages saying, "I love you" where the skulls are now and I just painted them all in to re-do the thing back in 1992 when I did this.
Sometimes there is no reason for a painting full of screaming skulls, they just are.

2002- hurt your eyes for while. can I?

I was just reminded of a old co-worker of mine who told me he tries to not look at bad art because it hurts his creative process. Not really a great innovator in the making, I think he sells shoes now, or wishes he did.
Unfortunately, he looked at the above art and now his brain is cursed to be forever polluted by non-traditional dada-esque uses of negative and positive space. Actually I am not sure he even knows the word, Dada, or about negative space in a composition. If he did, the above would scar his brain.
That is my urban myth.
Do I KNOW what 'Dada' means?
Hmmm...

Search the landfills

I did this back in 1989. I am pretty sure between college and living on the east coast for several years, my mother threw this seven foot piece in the trash when cleaning her garage.
No harm done, but if she comes near my six and a half foot piece I store in my garage, she going to be sorry. :)

FFAC week 9 - less worse than you think, but not by much

original photo

First Scan (at home)

"Mmmm'hmmmm...
"Ooooooo-kay."

"Right.
"Better luck next week."

"I suggest working with more confidence, this piece seems to have less confidence or boldness. Is it because of the branching out to color this week or are you being too delicate thinking that if you make a mistake it will be the end of the world and/or just thought less was more until you scanned this in?
"Try scanning this in at work, a different and larger scanner, let's see if it makes much difference, ok?"

"Thanks, Mr. Chubb. That's totally awesome. I do that. It is totally the scanner's fault. Thanks!"

(if you don't have a sense of humor, you won't get this. I pity you.)

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second scan at work of my drawing of Chiaki Kuriyama

(I think my scanners may be broke, or I really need to get better photographs/not use print-outs of photos from the computer as they never look the same as the original/stop drawing Kuriyama like a different girl in a wig. Yet the more I look at it... it is not 'horrible' but not what I'd want to be the last effort
Also and un-related, I saw Battle Royale last night for the first time, I had no idea Kuriyama was in that. Good film, no wonder it is one of the 10 highest grossing films in Japan of all time. I hear the book is even better.)

in-progress 7/24/08

Have you paid your dues as an artist?

What exactly does that mean even?

I don't think I will ever figure it out.

I have been raising my son by myself since he was 1 and a half.

Ask my family and they will say it has been since birth.
He is now five years old.
I find no remorse in hoping in the end I am recorded as a better father than artist by those most important to me.

I am a very good artist, as some would admit.

Art is easy for me.

Being a father is harder.

Being a good father is even harder than that.

Being the best father, the kind I think my son deserves, is easy.
Art and being a father are natural to me.
Art is my life.

Art is not a job or a career to me.
Being a father is my life.
Being a father is not a job to me.

I guess this might all sound silly to you.

Not to me.

...Maybe later.

CHAOS! It is total absolute ANARCHY!!

My absolutely brilliant comrades-in-arms have all jumped ship, after weeks and weeks I am the last man standing in the FFAC (now re-named Facilitating Fresh Artwork Co-operative) and being the now seniormost member...
1. I am left with a warehouse of FFAC t-shirts.

2. I am blowing the door off the hinges and opening up membership to everyone that can see the text of my words to come and be a part of the chaos.

3. Have no clue how this will work out as the void left by throwing out all the rules, or most of the rules, or whatever rules no longer apply has left a vacuum, and all we have left are two subjects a week to draw however you like and when you like.

4. We will all someday be dead.

The image is titled "Xaos" which is, I think, russian for chaos.

See http://www.ffacoop.blogspot.com/ for the scant details.

just for fun

Since I posted my wednesday art last night, I'm going to post a "funny" pic of my son as an extra. Here he is employing his camouflage skills under a basket of clothes he tipped over. I can tell who has been reading Daddy's old lesson plans on Battlefield Deception from when I was contracted to Fort Bragg for 3d animation.

I don't know if searchs will really turn browsers to my site if I write Olsen Twins in my blog, I was just being silly.
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Nude.