Thats my nutz!

NBD

'nother new one. S'ok, I guess.

WTF!?

New piece of a small series, exploring the use of acronyms created by socializing through digital technology. more to come.




Perfect weather hits Portland again. Today was a good balance of chillaxing while being simultaneously productive. into it. Went down to the waterfront with the lady during sunset and watched fish jump out of the water. And lately the air around the neighborhood where my studio is has been hella dank with fumes of hops and barley from the nearby brewery. I am developing a palette for the smell. I am sure someday it'll end up being quite a nostalgic smell.

Current mindstate: Ice cream coma

I haven't even the excuse of a sweltering summer to justify my lethargy and neglect of updating my artwork online. Been busy, in a way... making music and art. Nothing that brings home the blocks of cheddar, of course. Rent has been a struggle, and actually I been hardly scraping by. I feel like I am stuck in the summer of 2002 again. Hopefully I can hang on until student financial aid disbursement.
The first half of summer has been pretty outrageous... there have been quite a number of house shows, mainly of friends and such. There have been several shorter road trips, many parties, my birthday, many guest couch surfers, among many other eventful things worth mentioning, but just not in this post. I'll do that within the next day or so. Until then, I'll just post a few freshly new, and some fairly new pieces of art. Bueno.

Medicate. Manipulate. Annihilate.

Sardines

Entropics of Love

Title Bout


Copy of a Rembrandt drawing for a class

Boat on the Columbia River
The Columbia River

Hippie bum with Devil Sticks on the waterfront

Unframed

I have not written a song with just me and my acoustic guitar in a really long time... since September, I believe. Maybe playing with my band Carrion Spring had me satisfied for a while... i guess. Anyway, I wrote a new song, and am excited to write more. The lyrics ain't nothing special, just stoked to have something new.

'cause in my head it's all been said
I feel I'm lost, my dues ain't paid
i can't break the guilt, the shame
that I may remain here.

stuck between these doors, I fold
never try to kick them open
what lies behind the mask
oh, a disgrace.

I don't want to play the camera
just want to be without a frame.


Held my words and all my sins
and killed a man, it's all the same
One to the heart one to the brain
forever remain here.

Broken shelves crushed under all
of 20-something years I've drawn
never drew myself out from
underneath this shell.

And I was right that you wrong
what's the use anymore.

'cause in my head it's all been said
I feel I'm lost, my dues ain't paid
and i can't break the guilt, the shame
that I will remain here.

I don't want to play the camera
just want to be without a frame.



So my current drawing teacher has had me study old masters by drawing their work... specifically the last few weeks, Rembrandt. It is actually quite fun and I feel like I am learning a lot from it. Maybe I'll post some photos of them in the future.
K I have a shit ton of work to catch up on.

Chongo sad...

Piece for the Love show.
xo

New shits

Two new paintings which are currently hung along with a grip of other works at a downtown gallery space called Slinde Nelson.
I been having this problem lately where I stupidly fall asleep around 8 or 9 and wake up 11 pm. And can't go back to sleep. And now I am wired. How ridiculous.