Monday, January 27, 2014
Graf-hick print
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
The misinterpretation of my art, re-explained
Eleanor and I went out on a date again on monday. Its odd for us to have a baby-sitter who would give us no curfew. So we went all out.
Cover charge, coat checking fee for her. (I live like a starving artist and wore some sweatshirts so I could just move quick in the cold) /; five dollar pbr tall boys.
I started spending my birthday money to travel outside the country. I was testing boundaries on if we could go be crazy together. And we can. Long story short, we are postponing our trip to wait until the baby is weaned. And I will glaze over the details to save my wife the ember harassment that I have always subjected myself to on the internet.
But I still have a Hobbitual tendency. What with having a youthful propensity to thievery, .....
And damn.
Sam I am.
Married to eleanor.
We kind of have to be drug out to play. And we need a wizard to drag us out on A quest ...
A couple drunks find my art to be trippy. They think that the coloring outside of the lines is because I do a lot of drugs. I don't bother to tell them that I work with my kids.
I'm making my art to enjoy the imagination of my kids. I started drawing oddities and normalities because I like Caxton and diedrich's influence.
I'm currently getting a large drawing that was inspired and colored by Caxton. Who wants to be a tattoo artist. He told me this after a month of being stuck on the road as a truck driver. And I don't blame him. Moving furniture is exhausting. Being gone wears down the tolerance for b.s. and I wonder sometimes which is worse. Being away or being stuck in one place.
My art is about seeing something difficult to draw and attempting to make it my own. And I realize that I don't get paid for my drawings. That makes it hard to want to invest a lot if time into. So invest a bit at a time. Here and there. And inadvertantly I'm in a different mood when I doodle on that new piece. So it becomes layered with time, emotion, and a strange sense of incongrinuity.
I'm pretty sure I either made that last word up. Or at least that I dint fully realize what it means. But maybe I will get lucky and it will make sense to you.
Friday, December 21, 2012
raining ashes at the end of time
did they charge a homeless man rent to stay in the space between floors. was he a midget in love who built a special floor for his wife like being john malkovich.
this fish head skull might be a clue into the past.
however im exhausted. i dont believe this to have been an accident from the previous owner. He was shady. the product which i recieved was not what i paid for. but as i crawl further and further into my ashy cradle, i try to look on the bright side; but they float into my eyes.
i think about the bright side. i look away to keep the ashes out of my eyes as they float from the heavens.
im not stressed anymore. we know that the baby is a girl, so all going well. i dont need to continue reproducing. The boys will have a good direction for their rough and tough nature. and my wife will be happy. so i wont be rubbing my eyes out of stress.
and im self employed. i have the time to do this. it isnt the busy season for moving or tattooing. so i have nothing else to do. plus todd wants to get to work.
his studies as a philosopher are not lucrative. even if he does get a degree with all straight A's. will he get a job teaching philosophy? i feel bad because he drove all the way out to find me behind schedule. ive never wanted to do this project. and neither does he. he jumps at the opportunity to leave. although he pauses to read the inspirational geek grafitti, acknowledging at he isnt inspired to work due to the slacker era motivational posters encouraging occupation rather than.........having an occupation.
so i crawl alone. i think about the events that i missed because i have the markings of an adult. i would have shut it down after a couple of hours. that isnt true. i would have let it go for five or six hours. but never 12 hours.
