Friday, December 5, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Sometimes it seems poignant where we draw our own influences. In 2006, I worked at Columbia Museum of Art as Assistant Preparator. During that time I hung a show of garden photographs, of which uncluding two Sally Mann photos: one of the Deep South series and the other of Edward James' surreal garden in Las Pozas, Mexico. Needless to say, I was blown away and my drawings have never been the same. They are very much graphite and charcoal interpretations of Mann's process in toned gelatin silver prints, but of my own subject also in Southern dialect.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
The party at Frankford and Cottman Ave after the Phillies won the World Series: This may be the most incredible experience of my life. When do you ever get to pour into the streets, drink, shake hands, high five, and hug with complete strangers, your neighbors, and every other nutcase in a city? Needless to say, this party went into the wee morning hours and no one wanted to go home.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
I just added this piece to my website. Ah. Reason # 3 for Why I came to Philadelphia: The PMA's Duchamp collection. I hope that fucker would be proud. Probably not, but fuck him. I never was much into hero worship, anyway.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Xerox + Camera = Camera(Scanner) + Photoshop
Oh, how I remember spending entire nights with friends at Kinko's making art and zines. As much as I love my computer, there is something missing from the process now.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Photo turning drawn.
I'm kind'a pissed that the DCCA has a crappy theme for their juried members show:
Crossing Lines- The theme for the 2009 Members' Juried exhibition engages the latitude, limits, and attitudes with which boundaries are either upheld or transgressed. Lines demarcate parameters, thresholds, borders, and territories, which in turn define the evolving notions of value systems such as nationalities and geopolitical or gender relations.
Deja Vu, I think I've been here before. God forbid if a modern artist doesn't make art that sucks off geopolitical or gender relations. Whatever, I will submit autonomic. pfft!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
I took a trip with Chad and the undergrads from his Materials class. I remember why I should get out more and travel- 'Cause I see things I don't see everyday which may become drawings or sculptures. I wasn't supposed to take this picture. Jus' as long as it doesn't find me a lawsuit. I have a friend that might call these some kind of tower jons, but I don't know. I can't say what they are or where they're from due to the before mentioned lawsuit. Security level 4.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
My neighborhood is one that my friends come to only when they get lost. They don't ride down my street on their bikes unless someone gave them bad directions . There are no hip bars, coffee shops or eateries. We have these places, they're just not hip. My neighborhood is a little bit of family and a whole lot of salt. Weeds are the children that run down my streets playing Donovan McNabb to LJ Smith on a pass route. And tomatoes are grown for sandwiches. A pint is $4.00 not 6, and the other two is for Powerball. Some of us have been here before, some of us never left. This is my neighborhood.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
The patina left by nature is the only true patina. WE can only hope to present a micron of semblance to the passage of time. Artwork without patina lies void of life- dead, banished, toxic, or artificial.
Save the suns spectra for me. I look better in true color.
-Eastern State Penitentiary, June 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Yummy shag carpet that my feet love to ply. Six months later, I always wear my shoes. Dogs have accidents, 'cause dogs like to eat bird carcass. Disgusting, puked, pissed shag carpet that got ripped out. My poor feet need another retreat. Goddamn dogs.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Friday, May 2, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Master Finch... "Every urchin has had the little gilt toy-watch that is always half past seven o'clock." Of all industries, toy trades suffer the least during hard economic times. How many people do you know who couldn't pay all of their bills for the month, but could still supply a Playstation?