Guess who decided to get with the program and show off the things he does to waste his time?
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It KILLS me that I don’t have any of the stuff I’m REALLY proud of (it tends to get sold or given away, or it’s at one of the many places I used to live; I’m really bad at maintaining a portfolio), but I ransacked my house these past few days and found what I could, from ancient-frickin’-history to current stuff still in the sketchbooks.
Apologies on the terrible blurriness on a few of these. My camera is awful.
Questions, comments, criticisms, anything and everything is appreciated. Tell me I suck, but tell me HOW I suck.
2007(?)
This stuff surprised the hell out of me. Thought it was lost to time. Old school. High school. Emphasis on “high.” Al and Paul are scratchboards (with the one of both being this really nifty silver scratch that was a BITCH to get a photo of without ending up with a faceful of glare or a picture of me holding a camera reflected off Al’s face). The two Twitch pieces are acrylic on canvas, and they’re HUGE. One of ‘em’s something like 5’x6’. This is right when I started painting really large and stopped using brushes. Piece at the end is oil pastel, and I oughta do more of those. It’s like fingerpainting for grown-ups.
2008
Wasn’t a terribly prolific year, as college and a real screwy dame were my top priorities. Didn’t start doing much of anything ‘till I went psycho and decided to get pissed again. In order: charcoal, acrylic, graphite. That last one’s frickin’ immense for a pencil drawing, and because I use pencils like crowbars, was a bitch to take a photo of without simply getting a face full of white light.
2009
This year and the next, I was pretty much painting and drawing full-time, and man was it fun. Painting all day, drinking all night, sleeping every other day, generally not giving two fucks about anyone or anything. Hell yes.
En Esch, acrylic on canvas:
A few excerpts from a massive series I did I titled “Euclidean Anatomy,” chacoal and inks:
Something not so Euclidean, charcoal:
Something weird with charcoals and acrylics. I had a whole lot of these, and they prolly bought me records and beer.
Harakiri, mixed media:
That one’s pretty huge. By this point, I stopped thinking when I did work and just kinda went into a blind-rage autopilot state of mind and just threw shit at whatever I was doing and see what happened. That’s pretty much how I handle things now.
Case in point (more acrylics):
Funny story about this next one: I was on my way after class to see my therapist. On the elevator up to his office, this REAL cute broad pointed to my sketchpad and my paint-splattered bag of tricks and asked if that’s what I did for a living. Just as I was going to respond and maybe get some digits, THIS fucking thing fell out of my sketchpad. Good times. Charcoal and ink.
2010-2011
Barker, acrylics. Piss-poor photo. I can never shoot this piece right. Minus half the painting, as it’s just masturbatory colors.
Some fun stuff with charcoal and acrylics:
Why I don’t do watercolors:
My brief flirtation with printmaking:
This is a weird one. This piece is a snapshot of a series of dreams I have to this day. I’m really proud of how this one came out. Charcoal.
And close-ups of some particularly powerful sections of that piece:
A bunch of huge acrylic pieces now…
Below
Morning After
Satan’s Gavel
Reverse
Behind You
Lies
You Must Create A System
A charcoal portrait of my friends Dani and Kiefer, done really drunk in about ten minutes:
A couple hilarious sketches:
… And a recent self-portrait done in inks:
That’s about all I got at the mo’. Further pieces as events warrant.
Respect!
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