20 December 2014

07 November 2014

Painting with Moulding Mediums

Okay, this image is very pixelated I know.  But that's okay, because this is just a draft.

I am guilty, of having not painted all year.  Instead I have filled it with work, travel, and play. However I recently received some private classes on acrylic mediums, and it has opened an entirely new realm of possibility.  If you are an artist and want to learn how to become skilled at materials, take private lessons.  If you want to be an artist who just acts like an artist, go to school.

I got my four year degree, and all I got out of it was a piece of paper and two years of never touching a sketch book or canvas.  Take one night of private lessons, and get a crazy urge to paint.  I know that in todays society it is almost mandatory to get a degree in order to be taken seriously.  Having a degree in art will qualify someone to get hired for a job that has nothing to do with art just because it looks better then the person without any secondary schooling.  It is a shame, but it is how 'Merica is modeled.  Whoever works the hardest gets the leg up, unless it's physical labor, then you just get treated like dirt.

Last year was all about painting.  This year was all about travel, work, and making movies.  Next year I think is going to look different all together.

Just after my last statement, I just realized something.  This drawing was my logo for my production business for film.  Yet now it's a painting.  A merger is beginning!

If you know me personally, you'll know not to take much of what I say seriously.

And Just a bit later...

Credit where credit's due.  Meet Honeydew.

02 October 2014


This has to be the best advice I've ever herd.

Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine
Don’t worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Don’t waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.

09 September 2014

22 August 2014

Pit-stop #4: Road Poem

N89, W I-40, N93, N95, W44, W299, S101.

Missing one of the interstates in there.  But considering how much distance of nothing I covered, why would I remember?