this drawing was inspired, in part, by this girl in this comics class i teach. for an unknown reason, her natural desire is to draw everything from a bird's eye view. she draws some beautiful drawings. this one has nowhere near the confidence and strangeness that she achieves.
the answer to an existential crises, maybe. there is a subtle difference between "give up" and "let it go" but i'm not sure if, in application, that it really exists. it is elusive, either way. second on this page is some advice to a man.
how is it possible that i can constantly be at war with my own damn self? i am always of two minds, no matter what the question. i can't remember the last time i agreed with myself. and also, cara doing crossword puzzles at coffee exchange.
this is specific and general. it is true that i have been waiting around for a very long time for things to make more sense than they do. so, maybe i'll stop with the waiting and start with the ignorance, the oblivion, the distraction. also, most important life questions i pose to my dog before actually embarking on any type of answer-quest.
interacting with my family on thanksgiving has reinforced this notion for me: it won't ever stop, huh? there is going to be this battle with everyone, inside and outside, forever, because we are two forces each, and we are forcing towards each other.
two small comics. you'll almost definitely have to click on it in order to read my skritchy writing. mostly, they are about how hard it is to be me. an undertone, maybe emphasized by my willingness to put these on the internet, is that maybe some people find me charming and not just a disaster.
here is a poster i made for Cutie Pies, an excellent local pie business. not to advertise on my blog, or anything, but if you're in the market for pie, check them out. plus, maybe if they sell a lot of pies, they'll let me make them another poster.
an accidental homage to providence, which is a place i can only accidentally honor. the view from out my studio window on a day when the sky was painted exceptionally well, and the day before it rained only on one side of the street, which is important but i'm not wise enough to know why, yet.
my birthday party was one of the most beautiful nights in the history of the entire world. we drew beautiful things on each other's skin and i floated above all my friends in blissful (whiskey-enabled) happiness.
not a sketchbook drawing! oh, my goodness. this one is drawn out-of-book, and is actually a small free-standing triptych. it is about the past and the dead and some possible answers i've brought into existance. and it is very tiny and almost definitely you won't be able to see most of the details very well using your computer screen. bummer.
i have been trying to draw the things inside of me. this is more wishful than actual, which i guess is a bummer, but i'm pretty sure that the prettier and more ornately decorated your inside- demons, the worse they are.
the sentinels (or, um, the powerplant down the street) that watch over me, and in more than one drawing, carry me away from this place. this time they are spouting a very true thing, which i am contributing to. and, also, they are carrying me away from this place.
i apologize if these tiny drawings of what i ate for dinner and of every object at coffee exchange and a made up portrait of me, bob, and angela do not translate to the web. there was a hurricane warning, and they are very small, and my scanner is very crappy. i just couldn't get my pencil to draw big this day. but, that small drawing of asparagus on a cutting board is probably the best asparagus i've ever drawn.
we will dance when we are dead, i hope. our ghosts and our bones. plus, that lady got an extra bone because i was too busy talking and drinking coffee and so bob told me to leave it. it adds character. you know?
it's something new i'm trying, this way of painting, but something that's always been pretty natural for me. i have used this concept in a larger painting i'm working on, that maybe i will show you one day. if you ask with nice words and good superlatives in the request.
some crows. i'll put it out there for you--this time they symbolize anxiety, which i've had my fair share of these days. "cts" are the last three letters of a word that was spelled across the two page spread. i will not tell you the rest of the word.
hello, anyone who reads my blog...if there are any of you left. first, thanks. i know a few people look at it, and if you didn't, then i wouldn't have taken the time to do this ridiculous cheaty massive update. secondly, i'm cheaty. i cheated. i backdated this for like, six months. i tried to date the drawings as close to the actual drawing date as possible. i scanned back through FEBRUARY. intense. i had a computer meltdown (i always have a computer meltdown), and my new computer wasn't (until bob fixed it) photoshop compatible, and i couldn't get these things scanned and posted. not that i'm usually motivated to scan and post, believe me. but here they are! don't hold it against me that it took so long, i'll try to keep it actually updated in the future.