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Archive for March, 2015

Process, process…

Over the years as I go in and out of having a functional website, I keep hearing that people want to see process work. I can’t for the life of me imagine why, but there’s no reason to argue.

Recently I’ve been painting a lot of small still lives on masonite. Mostly going through my curiosity cabinet and finally painting the stuff that I’ve had for quite a long time. Anyhow, I kinda feel like I’m on to something with these paintings, or at the very least going in the right direction towards that something… And I’ve found that it helps me to stay somewhat loose and somewhat detached from the final painting if I take a quick photo in the middle. That is, if I feel like it’s going well, taking the photo stops me from thinking the extremely detrimental thought of “what if I ruin it,” and generally keeps my various painting hangups at bay. After all, you gotta hang loose, bud.

Citrus

I went through a bit of a citrus thing... I'm not sure if it's over yet...

I went through a bit of a citrus thing... I'm not sure if it's over yet...

Partway me

Peep undershirt game.

Peep undershirt game.

Sometimes the underpainting is interesting in itself, but I don't have any goddam brakes, so, you know...

Sometimes the underpainting is interesting in itself, but I don't have any goddam brakes, so, you know...

I also went through a candle thing, which is definitely not over.

And I also went through a candle thing, which is definitely not over.

I do love direct simplicity, but I don't see any brakes anywhere, DO YOU??

I do love simplicity, but I still don't see any brakes anywhere, DO YOU??

If it's ok to like your own paintings, this is one of my favourites.

If it's ok to like your own paintings, this is one of my favourites. I can actually look at it and feel what I felt when I wanted to paint it. That's rare.

Anyway, for better or worse, whether a painting turns out successful or is an utter failure, it’s important to finish it. There is a big difference between, “it looks good like that,” and, “it’s finished.” Fa bello attraverso brutto.

Blastoise from the Pastoise

Oh man, bros, but I used to love Pokemon. Used to love it BUT GOOD.

Another weird little thing I found while I was going through old stuff of mine (also Gameboy related…? HMMM…) was this pokebro I made out of sculpy. Must have been… *whistle* …four or five years ago when I made this? I didn’t really make it for any reason other than I fucking loved Pokemon. Pretty sure I made a few of these over the years, but I guess this is the only one that survived. I think Dusknoir (that’s his name… oh by the way, DID YOU SEE THE TITLE OF THIS POST?? I am funny but good) was part of one of my UNSTOPPABLE Pokemon DREAM TEAMS. Tremble in fear. But don’t worry, after you pass out, I’ll only take half of your money. Pokeuros, I think they’re called.

Lookit 'im!

Lookit 'im!

Ghost butt.

Ghost butt.

Boring old top-view.

Boring old top-view.

Left

Right

bottom

Yup. That's a Pokemon all right.

Yup. That's a Pokemon all right.

I think you get the idea. Uh, BOO!

I think you get the idea. Uh, BOO!

Now, I use the past tense when I talk about how I feel about Pokemon… Mostly cause I haven’t played it in a couple years, but I tell ya, 30 seconds of talking with my nephew sure as hell makes me want to play it again. He’s always talking about that super goddam ex ultra mega bullshit and stuff, y’know? Yeah, me neither.

…I could have also made a ghosts-from-my-past joke. You know, cause Dusknoir a ghost type. Huh!? Huh!?! COME ON. You love it.

More From Ottawa

I have a healthy obsession with red-tailed hawks.

More drawererings from the Museum of Nature in Ottawa!

ARR_TEE_HAWK

They have a couple different specimens at the museum. Just like the ROM! I think the ROM has four (on display)...

On Christmas Day, I saw (and heard, holy crap) a pair of them hunting pigeons over Sherbourne st, just outside my old apartment in Toronto. In a museum, they’re pretty brown and dull, but when they’re in flight with sunlight going through their tails… That’s how they got their name. I love them.

Sketchbook Cobbling

So WAY WAY back in 2007, the first time I was in Italy, I got a really beautiful sheet of marbled paper. And what did I do with it, you ask? Well I very carefully ignored it for seven years, that’s what. BUT AFTER THAT, I finally decided to use the damn thing to repair and/or improve some sketchbooks that were in desperate need of repair. Or improvement. Take a look!

The top one reeeeally needed the repair, and the bottom one reeeeally needed to look less boring.

The top one reeeeally needed the repair, and the bottom one reeeeally needed to look less boring.

So having done a half-decent job at sketchbook repair, and with a lot of the marble paper leftover, I figured I’d try my hand at making a whole new one…

FrontCover

BEHOLD! A sketchbook of marker paper!! Marker paper always comes in those stupid pads, and bros, a pad of paper just ain’t the same as a sketchbook. I had decided to spend a few days over my birthday in Ottawa drawering at the Museum of Nature, so that’s where this little bro got it’s first test run. There’s a few things to do better next time or whatever, but I think it’s pretty goddam good for my first book!

It's not gonna win me carpenter-of-the-year, but it's a place to hang up the old toothbrush.

It's not gonna win me carpenter-of-the-year, but it's a place to hang up the old toothbrush.

The spine needs a little reinforcement, which I kinda figured, but it's structurally sound on the inside till I get around to it.

The spine needs a little reinforcement, which I kinda figured, but it's structurally sound on the inside till I get around to it.

I think I'll reinforce all the corners, too, and make it look real fancy.

I think I'll reinforce all the corners, too, and make it look real fancy.

This isn't a huge deal, but I definitely can't use both sides of every sheet cause of that greasy marker bleed. (And I think marker paper technically has a proper front-side, which I didn't consider when I grouped the pages, but that really doesn't matter to little old me)

This isn't a huge deal, but I can't use both sides of every sheet cause of that greasy old marker bleed. (And I think marker paper technically has a proper front-side, which I didn't consider when I grouped the pages, but that really doesn't matter to greasy old me)

But look at how much fun you can have in a marker sketchboooook!

But look at how much fun you can have in a marker sketchboooook!

tonsOFfun

wolverers

And don't forget to hang loose, bros.

And don't forget to hang loose, bros.

Well, well, well… Look who came crawling back.

HELLO! Hello, yes! Yes, hello! Welcome! Welcome back! It’s been what, two years?

Good friggin’ lord…

ANYHOW, I’m back! Back to WEEKLY posts! Boy, I missed you, loyal reader. And to show it, because you’ve been faithfully checking everyday for the last two years, I got a three-fer for ya today. (Don’t get used to this)

So for starters, MAN OH MAN, the things you find when you clean out your Mom’s house… Check this out! Too bad the Gameboy that came in this box didn’t fare as well against the ravages of time… and nine-year-olds. Still works though, I assure you, but you wouldn’t know from looking at it.

Pretty goddam rad packaging...

Pretty goddam rad packaging...

Yeah, me and me ol’ Ma are giving the place a hell of an overhaul before I skip the continent. It’s amazing how much shit you can fit in a house. But on the bright side this is the fourth garbage day running that we’ve put out at least this much stuff… Not to mention the trips to goodwill, the clothing pickups and the pile of stuff waiting for the scrap metal guy (yeah, we have a scrap metal guy!).

Decent.

Decent.

The house is definitely the cleanest it’s been in as long as I can remember. I’m actually starting to run out of things to throw out, and IT TERRIFIES ME. Gonna have to dig into more of that “sentimental” bullshit… oh yeah, burn baby, burn…

What? Artwork? Art blog? Shaddap.