Sunday, October 24, 2010

certain things have to stop happening

I need to stop telling people to "Have a nice night" when it is 12:50 in the afternoon.

Friday, October 22, 2010

like a striped bee in one's bonnet











I was doing some research for the aptly-named "Shag Blog" when I came across this photo of a room contained within The Mark Hotel in Manhattan.

The image made me think of this…

…as well as how goddamn depressed I was when Patrick McGoohan died the year before last, two days after my birthday.


Made me think 'bout this too:

And this...
















Please deliver me from this time period.




Thursday, October 21, 2010

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Friday, October 15, 2010

space

When One made love to Zero, spheres embraced their arches and prime numbers caught their breath.









(clockwise, from the top: Leonard Baskin, Gustave Doré, Max Beckmann; Louise Nevelson, Odlion Redon; Rembrandt van Rijn, Anna Gaskell [I know....]; Max Ernst; Robert Rauschenberg, Franciszek Starowieyski, Ralph Steadman; Lovis Corinth, Paul Klee; R. Crumb, Francis Bacon; Giovanni Battista Piranesi)

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Promote My Friend's Album!


P.S. I illustrated the cover. Angela Miles (www.carpediemconstruction.com) is responsible for the beautiful design and resplendent packaging.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

rainbow pyre foofaraw

The Philadelphia Film festival will be commencing on the 14th of October. Marvelous! I'm excited to see the newest picture by Godard. And The Kings of Pastry. That too.

I'm at work, and something smells like it's burning. I think I'm imagining it. In an effort to distract myself and maintain something reminiscent of mental stability, I have voluntarily become mesmerized by the following visuals:








I discovered these images in the process of unearthing material for my store's blog (The aptly-named Shag Blog), which I am now semi-in-charge of updating. The things you will discover when you Google the titles of Jack Lemmon films are astounding.



Monday, August 23, 2010

antonomasia day

Holy crap.

http://miniaturechurch.blogspot.com/

This morning's events have introduced a new, lamentable current into my life. I can tell myself that I should have behaved more wisely, or at least looked into the precautions that one must take in order to maintain composure in such situations, until the cows come home. I couldn't control myself; self-control was not an option, for once. I will continue to view my circumstances as a gift.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Stay.

Good job, Enbridge Inc.


I dread what is to come.

Friday, July 16, 2010

The team used a tuna head on a stick to attract the creatures, which live beyond the reach of sunlight.

Today was interesting.

I applied for a job at UArts.

Additional circumstances contributed to the generation of a more or less beguiling twenty-four hour period.

Also, a concept worth a tittle of expatiation may or may not have assembled itself in my head. It might cause my Rand-villifying efforts to soil their trousers. We'll see...

Friday, July 9, 2010

frjá-dagr

My paramount aspiration is to become a Jarl on the Isle of Unst.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

They wear pants... Life has become impossible.

This made me laugh.



“A new form will always seem more or less an absence of any form at all, since it is unconsciously judged by reference to the consecrated forms.” - Alain Robbe-Grillet

Holy smokes, I hope this works.

Box One/ Book One: North Carolina Denial/Parole (Who really read the chapter about Saussure [pillowcases] anyway?)

. . .

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

mauvelilacroselemon

Andrei Tarkovsky took these resplendent polaroids. They sure are something else.






http://film.guardian.co.uk/gall/0,8544,1226197,00.html

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

the days are vessels

I am continuously encountering ideas of questionable quality. I started writing a play about Ayn Rand's doppelganger; a woman who, because of her devotion to selfless behavior, is condemned to a life of suffering. Unlike the real Ayn Rand, who was able to surround herself with lavish Art Deco opulence despite her complete lack of talent, this woman is an exceptionally brilliant individual. The project mocks Rand's treatment of the doppelganger myth in her own work. I feel as though it is falling apart. Perhaps it is turning into a story. Or just a series of images. Or, ideally, nothing at all.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Language is the mother of thought, not its handmaiden.

These days, I consider myself lucky if I am able to maintain a sleep-schedule consisting of two nights of slumber per week. If PBS released a miniseries based on the present state of my life, it would be called (in Allison Foley's words) "Three Months, No Bed". The dark, scurrying creatures that I tend to see out of the corners of my eyes when I have missed a night of rest are now in my line of vision at all times, even when my sleep-deficit manages to reach something reminiscent of a lull. Adorn one of the aforementioned beings with a Noh mask and, well, you would quite possibly end up with this:



The trivial aspects of my life have acquired a novel significance. I don't know if that has anything to do with a general lack of sleep. I'd like to think that the two are somehow related; I really need to unearth a reason to justify my refusal to go to bed, as I must continue to do so in order to survive this semester. I have been gleaning mirth from simple things, such as the notion that I can watch "Stripes" online, for free, over and over again, until I pass out.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

I've got a poem to write

I think it would be very interesting if someone attempted to build a Francis Picabia-centric theme park.

I've decided to abandon my children's book illustration aspirations of time past. The notion of surrendering elements such as, I don't know...gristle (gore?) along with the utilization of metaphor in order to comply with industry standards just plain sucks. I don't mean to say that the children's book industry is completely barren of such elements...it just seems that, in a college atmosphere, illustrators are encouraged to discard the desire to toy with the complexities that are commonly associated with images that are intended for older audiences. Gah...it is absurd to think that my abilities are being stunted by the market of work that I have, up until now, been pursuing. How could working within a specific field assign such limiting parameters to my work, to the point where the fear of being defined (or whatever) is able to wrap itself around my ankles? I guess I'm just searching for a comfortable place. It would be nice to create images without being troubled by the censorship that governs the content of picture books for children.

I really waste my free time.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

a holiday of perspiration

#54: With a very strong light, one can make the world disappear. Before weak eyes it will become solid; before still weaker eyes, it will acquire fists; and to eyes yet weaker, it will be embarrassed and punch the face of anyone who dares to look at it.

I'm not sure if I like that translation.

I have been awake since Saturday morning. I feel like I am sinking into a fissure populated by the carcasses of ancient coelacanths, armored with automated mandibles that refuse to stifle their snapping.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

oh and one more thing




I stumbled across these photos. I took them for the Experimental Costume and Performance Class two years ago.

Business Time

Alright. I think I might start contributing to this synthetic apparatus of communication.

An element of elation has graced the past couple of days. I am going to attempt to embark upon a course of independent study during my last semester at Uarts. This means that I will essentially be establishing parameters and such for my own, uniquely tailored college course. This is, of course, quite possibly one of the most wondrous things ever. After hours of somewhat intense rumination, I generated the outline for a program entitled "Non-Narrative Illustration". It will revolve around the visual interpretation of highly image-oriented, cryptic texts and poems that do not provide the reader with a great deal of sensory information. By participating in this course, I will be endowed with an opportunity to illustrate the atmospheric qualities possessed by relevant sources of literature. In other words, I will not be creating highly literal translations of the given material. The nucleus of the course will be Kafka's Zurau Aphorisms, which are a collection of intensely visual, yet conceptually vague, diminutive (and staggeringly beautiful!!!) passages. I intend to generate five illustrations during the semester, all of which will be integrated into my portfolio. I will devote a minimum of twelve hours to the construction of each piece, and my progress will be gauged by way of weekly meetings with my instructor, the one and only Bob Byrd (with whom I share a birthday).

I am very excited about this. An excuse to accompany my favorite book with imagery? Yes, please. It just has to get approved by some....authority figure. I don't know who, exactly. The King of Uarts, I guess.

Alas, the independent study-oriented joy I have been experiencing has not banished the terror that has corrupted my spirits - the infamous scourge, the ferocious beast-wrangling Mongolian named Ely. I suppose I should mention that I am (attempting to be) a three-dimensional illustrator. I have managed to build most of the pieces involved with my Ely, but I still have to photograph and edit them in order to be where I am supposed to be as far as class-wide progress is concerned. I'll get it done.

Here's a picture of a hill covered in mushrooms.