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Saturday, December 12th, 2009
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8:11 pm
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| Friday, June 12th, 2009
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12:08 am - Writer's Block: Raving about Rants
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| Thursday, May 7th, 2009
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3:41 pm - What my studio looks like and UPDATE
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I made a video of my studio the other night.
MY STUDIO LET ME SHOW YOU IT
Also, some of my designs are FOR SALE on the INTERNET to the WORLD
THEY ARE FOR SALE LET ME SHOW YOU THEM
Go to 2ktshirts.com and click "Summer Designs" in the left margin. I have two designs, each printed in two color schemes, available for mens and womens. They are called "Hellmouth" and "Ri-Damn-Diculous". Spread the word! I'm excited, yo!
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| Monday, May 4th, 2009
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12:05 am - Writer's Block: You Don't Know Me
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Book: "My Antonia" or "Ishmael"
Movie: The Dark Knight
Band: Fiery Furnaces
Food: Barbeque
TV Show: Flight of the Conchords
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| Tuesday, April 28th, 2009
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9:59 pm
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Sometimes I get so tired of the art world that exists outside my door. Lately I think I might be happy to work a non-art job and just go on making what I want without any desire to show my work, just continue making and making until I give out and die, hunched over a small painting, found hours later by my adult children.
Galleries are businesses that have understandable economic considerations to take into account in order for them to exist. Not to mention they are by their very nature, one step behind the actual development of art, which occurs not in the gallery but in the artist's studio. As such, they are not reliable indicators of the true evolution of art. They are secondhand witnesses steered not by what matters as much as what will sell. Not dissing them, just stating fact.
Art critics are a bunch of agenda-regurgitating intellectuals who place an exorbitant amount of credence and importance on their silly little ideas about what art is or does or says. They are two steps behind, since they neither make the art nor show it. I'm totally dissing them because I think they're a bunch of sissypants brainiacs who'd rather talk about something than actually do something themselves. The unfortunate fact for me, however, is that I can usually only access those artists by reading the catalogs written by these same sissies.
I don't think I'm too much for playing those kinds of games. I'll just make art, thanks. My nature prevents me from even half-heartedly participating in anything I know to be bullshit.
What I'm trying hard to say here is that when art is really made it is not made for galleries or shows or critics or money. It's made for the artist by the artist. It's a conversation that occurs visually, across history, because a person feels the need to talk visually. I just can't put up with all the politicized, eco-conscious, gender-examining, deconstructionist, concept-centric gobbledy gook. It just makes my heart tired.
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| Tuesday, April 14th, 2009
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1:11 am
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Hell yeah Navy Seal snipers.
Started working with gouache for the first time since that one project for 2D design back in 2002. Same set of gouache, even. It's maybe the next best thing to oil paint since you can just let it sit and come back to it the next day. I still miss the shit out of oil paint, though. I wish I hadn't given all my oil paint away. Argh.
I think I'm starting to see some effect coming of my observation of Thiebaud's paintings. I realized I need to take an evening and mix a bunch of new colors as well as keeping wet what colors I have. I'm glad to put a brush to some of these images that have sat for 2 years. My awareness of edges, hue/value relationships, and the way of fitting my painted shapes together is getting better maybe. I need to go back to oil paint though; there's really no substitute for it.
Oh yeah, I was able to create stickers at Office Depot last week. I bought a pack of sticker paper for $10 and paid $2.50 to have 5 pages printed and got around 50 stickers from that, subject to the size of each kind of sticker printed. I've even managed to sell a few! Neato!
Saw "Wild at Heart" while I was home this weekend. Strangely, I had considered renting that movie to take home with me to have something to watch. Weird. The film itself had some strange parts (especially the Buffalo Hunting...wtf) and a pretty funny death scene at the end, but the movie definitely doesn't touch Blue Velvet or Eraserhead for me.
I'm considering not making contact with some people if they never make it with me. I feel like some of my friendships have become reptitive or somehow a stumbling block to me. I'm ready to get a wifey and start growing the hell up, and I think some of my friendships aren't helping my mental state in that capacity. It's hard to define, but I promise I'm not speaking of anyone on my friends list.
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| Tuesday, April 7th, 2009
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1:18 am
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I had a good birthday because I got to see my family, eat indian food, and recieve and incredible reminder of the love my family extends to me. I feel so unworthy at every birthday, so undeserving of the gifts and love they give me; I want to cry. It was a good birthday.
I finished the Razor's Edge by Somerset Maugham about an hour ago. What a fantastic book, and one that I really needed to run into at this point in my life. I really enjoyed it and I think reading it may have reprocussions on my life, but for now I will just say it was a great book with lots of good lessons to offer and I would reccomend it readily to anyone reading this entry.
I went to Athens on Friday to hear Hope for Agoldensummer and I also dropped by UGA's art building to catch the MFA show. The MFA show was horrible, frankly a shameful display of uninteresting and insiginificant work. I wish those folks all the progress their faculties can offer them in the future, but after seeing that show I'm not interested in exploring the possibiity of a UGA MFA; I'd rather just work off of my BFA if I have no other option.
Hope for a Goldensummer was great as usual, and they played again here in Atlanta the next evening. I even got a shout out because of my beard from Page Campbell during their set. The Campbell sisters' parents were there too and performed an accapella folk tune. It was a good evening.
I have finally resumed drawing in my studio. Last night I began a small oil pastel of a pixellated Coke can from Bad Dudes, though from looking at the can you'd be hard pressed to guess the object, much less its game of origin. I realized today while sweeping at work that I might need to work in multiples, rather than striving for perfection in the one attempt of a graphic's depiction. That is, afterall, what Thiebaud has built his body of work on through the decades.
Thank you, Marisa, for your kind words the other week. I have thought on them quite a lot since then and I agree that I must simply follow my own path. Maybe every city is the same, just Atlanta with these bells or not those. Moving to a new city will not make me more successful; working might.
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| Monday, March 16th, 2009
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9:37 pm
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This past couple of days I've been having conversations about what distinguishes high art from low art, why the distinction might exist, and why I make the distinction.
Here's the main vein of the dialogue: artlanta: Just a suggestion, Atlanta
But really, why am I so driven to hold the line? I still don't think it's wrong for me to do so, but I have been thinking about why this issue exists, where it comes from.
Where does the meaning of an image come from?
Is the meaning subjective?
Is the value subjective?
If the value is subjective, then why are there some works whose value is more widely agreed upon? Doesn't that fact, that convention, provide evidence for some kind of fixed, objective value that rules over all imagery produced?
Why are Starry Night, Guernica, David, the Wave Off Kanagawa, and other world-famous pieces, well, world-famous?
For me, I think I hold the line because I don't want all my research, study, and handwork to be put on the same block as people who haven't invested as much time and effort as I have. It's an ego thing, but why not? I have spent more time to get where I am, which I would at least hope is a more sophisticated place than the lowbrow work.
Give me some thoughts, folks. Let's have a conversation about this! :)
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| Thursday, March 5th, 2009
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3:22 pm - I'm going to be on tv tonight and you can watch it on the web
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| Sunday, March 1st, 2009
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1:10 am
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| Saturday, February 28th, 2009
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4:02 pm
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I'll be relocating to new digs starting this weekend. I'm living in a basement that in no way resembles the traditional associations of musty air, roach colonies, or after-college dwelling pothead siblings. I'll have my own bedroom, bathroom, SEPARATE STUDIO, L I V I N G R O O M, and fridge for all my delicious things.
I'm still hashing out the art thing. I think I'm figuring out the Sodom and Gomorrah painting in light of the large drawing I did for the MINT show. I think I am bored by my paintings because there is nothing unusual about their physical construction, so in light of what I recently tested with the large drawing, I will be revising the structure of the painting to make it much more engaging. There will be no rectangular picture plane, but rather an image seeping forward from the picture surface and coming out into the viewer's space. The boundary placed on the image by that traditional, rectangular border is no longer a given; it has just as much of an implication on the picture's meaning as the imagery it contains. The border will no longer be the container of the image, it will become part of the image.
If I don't get into any of the schools I applied for, I will weigh the prospects of re-learning painting at SCAD Atlanta (getting a certificate, more or less, not an MFA) and pursuing graduate studies possibly in Athens, which is part of my heart anyway. Or maybe Asheville or Austin. We'll see later.
Who wants a fucking bad-ass bitching mix cd?
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| Saturday, February 21st, 2009
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6:01 pm
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I should have gone somewhere else for my undergrad.
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| Thursday, February 19th, 2009
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11:34 pm - Writer's Block: Jackpot
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1) 10% to the church
2) debts to family
3) pay off car
4) pay off student loans
5) Bitching awesome Indian meal...for a week
6) Curry detox
7) buy a house in Athens, GA
8) live my life free of financial worry and make art until I die
9) set money aside for my elaborate funeral
10) eat out whenever I want
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| Saturday, February 7th, 2009
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12:32 am - Just listened to Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run" for the first time
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And I could not make it past "Jungleland", I turned it off and deleted it.
Maybe it's my parents' not exposing me to music like that when I was a kid because they didn't own any 'Steen.
Maybe it's my own musical tastes, which were left to their own devices, developing in other directions of taste.
Maybe it's sitting in Pink Master's in Savannah while SCAD Kid pieces of crap keyed music like this into the jukebox while they swilled PBR and tried to act like they weren't in the upper tax bracket.
It's probably a confluence of all three factors.
The point is: at this point in my life and tastes, I think Bruce Springsteen is some cheesy bullshit that absolutely fails to push the right buttons and I do not get it.
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| Sunday, February 1st, 2009
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1:13 am
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12:09 am - Writer's Block: Left Behind
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First, I want my body cremated.
Half of the ashes are mixed with acrylic polymer or linseed oil and incorporated into a painting created by one of my descendants; this painting will function as an urn-like object and will be passed down.
The other half will be mixed with gunpowder and turned into fireworks. My official funeral will be a fireworks display in which half of my remains will be exploded high above the heads of my relatives and friends and be dispersed by the wind. During this fireworks display, I would like "Obladi, Oblada" by the Beatles to play, because, as it states, "Life goes on, brotha"...
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| Tuesday, January 27th, 2009
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5:49 pm - Something I find fascinating about creativity
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Right now you and I have no idea what amazing thing someone is working on right now in their bedroom or living room or garage.We don't know it yet, but we will love it, and it wouldn't exist without that person having the spirit and mind to make it exist. Isn't that great? Don't you want to be one of those people?
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| Saturday, January 24th, 2009
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1:15 am
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| Friday, January 23rd, 2009
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2:12 am
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I am working on a huge drawing for the show on February 13th. I really wanna show you all, but I gotta let it come forward a little more. I am really excited about how it's developing and changing, little by little, from what I'd originally intended.
I also finally sat down and thumbnailed another painting for the show as well as seeking out two pixel-based images I've been meaning to record in my sketchpad for future paintings/drawings. I realized something about the videogame stuff that I'll now attempt to remember accurately and put into words:
Something to the effect that what I choose from videogames to make art about refers more and more to the abstract and to the world outside of videogames and yet the non-videogame work is more and more about fantasy? This might be all wrong, but I think that's clase enough to what crossed my mind earlier this evening.
I've got so many ideas and things to accomplish that not getting into grad school(if I don't) will not be a big deal.
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| Tuesday, January 20th, 2009
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4:19 pm
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Happy Inauguration Day, everyone!
Oath bloopers, good music, kick-ass speech, and what a sweet benediction:
This guy's from Atlanta, too. I'm gonna find him and shake his hand.
( About Virginia Tech )
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