ART

Inspired By The Tactility Of Red Fabric, Joseph Beuys Becomes My Next Portrait Subject

A few weeks ago,
as I was experimenting with photography and Instagram,
I emerged with this self portrait

which reminds me of Joseph Beuys‘ work with felt.

I have always greatly admired Beuys: how far-out and conceptual his work is, that as a teacher he believed

It (teaching) is my most important function. To be a teacher is my greatest work of art.

and that overall, he stands out as a truly unique artist.

Joseph Beuys, logically, it seems, has become the subject of my latest portrait drawing.
Here it is, after only 2 sessions of work:
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Once completed, I will scan and vectorize it, as I have been doing with much of my drawings (see my series of Olio Festival venues and galleries or my illustration of Snoop Dogg/Lion), and will be screening it onto Tshirts,
which will say “yeeeeeaah” along the top and “Beuys” beneath:
“yeeeeeaah Beuys!”

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Blunt, Thou Art The Lion’s Paws

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To both the Dogg and the Lion, only one thing matters…

My mixed media piece for the Drop It Like It’s Art show, Vancouver BC Nov 9 2012. Printed 19”x13”

Creative process:
Step 1) hand draw (pencil on paper) illustration of Snoop, based on found photo
Step 2) scan drawing
Step 3) in Photoshop, adjust exposure & levels to increase contrast
Step 4) place in Illustrator, trace & expand all lines to vector shapes
Step 5) sample colours from photo, digitally colour the vector graphic image
Step 6) accidentally discover that illustration layered on digital colour layered on photo look really dope together!
Step 7) throw in a few masks to emphasize his hand, smoke, etc, tweak, make adjustments and bam! There you have it.

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Flying Lotus, Crazy Happy Face Portrait, As Based On Exclaim! Cover Shot

Flying Lotus, an artist I admire greatly, is on the front cover of the new Exclaim! mag. Here’s my interpretation in pencil.
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Fall Season, Profile Scarf Bearded Portrait

Fall is here. It’s 2:30am, this is who I am. DSC_8268_side_Oct2012
based off this pic
self portrait profile

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ART, GRAPHIC DESIGN, SPIRITUALITY

Incense Leaf, Centre Me, Remind Of This Moment

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incenseLeaf_01, a photo by Format No Auto on Flickr.

Mediation has been important for me ever since I dated a girl whose mother is a practicing Buddhist. I feel it’s incredibly important to centre, to find grounding, though so much of the time, we are swept away in the drowning currents of go go go modern urban life.

I went camping last weekend, a great 2 days away from it all; I even turned my phone off (!). I realized that as much as technology enables us to do wonderful things (graphic design, social networking, posting to this blog), it increasingly roboticizes us, it kills our flesh-and-blood contact to this world.

I was re-awakened on that camping trip, and upon return, dedicated myself to my physical presence. I have resumed a regime of stretching and exercising every morning, followed by a meditation.

It’s quite hilarious that I began this blog as a way to help me stay in THE MOMENT, to appreciate the here and now, yet I haven’t been here often. That says something to me – that I have become a slave to the go go go, that anxiety is the anti-moment, that I am not lost, but it is easy to be such. Here’s to meditation, here’s to THE MOMENT.

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SPIRITUALITY

Cloudy Head In An Older Age

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If I would’ve been warned
that getting older
wasn’t just about aging,
saying goodbye to youth, energy, supple skin & innocence,
but that it means
piles upon piles upon piles of
disappointment, regret, and
disenchantment,
that everything that would’ve been
shrugged off
is now so heavy, so serious,
because we know there aren’t
always 2nd chances;
we know we aren’t special.
If I would’ve been properly warned,
I wouldn’t have signed up for this.

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I Don’t Wanna Worry About Dying (I Just Wanna Worry About Turning My Roast Potatoes)

Inspired by Japandroids “Young Hearts Spark Fire”

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holy fuck why the fuck am I such a fucking idiot thinking that I can actually design a business when I’m too scared too chicken shit to even design the interface I could barely draw a circle of colour the other night goddamn don’t wanna put it out there because of intellectual property well its okay because I don’t have quite the right intellect mine’s all wrapped up in feeling inadequate small dick syndrome too average maybe below average I’m so sorry that i look better on the outside because inside it’s just dark and confused and inadequate and unsure and sad oh boo hoo for me right?

fuck I suck.

I suck because I should’ve never switched my direction from 18 i should’ve just stayed the prairie boy who liked to draw and be quiet and look at girls from afar but never try because I was too limpwristed rather than travel and meet people and aspire to be those people, those people who know what aubergines are and how to eat rare steak when mine was always always well done. more well done than well done. fuck trying to be international trying to be refined fuck it fuck trying to be unique. What’s YOUR unique selling proposition? mine is being a miserable whiny little artist boy whose art is actually subpar, it’s really just a spewing of inner turmoil that no one will ever care about but me, except on the days when I hate myself and think my shit sucks. which is more often than not.

I’ve gone off the tracks and now I’m on the wrong side of the country and it’s all gone wrong and i’m trying to convince myself that I can run a business but really I’m just fooling myself as I’ve been fooling myself for years, trying to be a husband even twice but neither time worked out did it because even though I try to blame it on her saying she lost interest, it was me all along I can’t stand myself at the best of times, how can I expect someone to live with me when I’m quiet and a loner and I just want to be left alone but then when I want attention I want attention and if you don’t give it to me i’m going to sink in to deeper depression and no, of course I won’t ask for what I want because I wasn’t ever taught that that’s important, I was always just taught to care for others, like my mom always always always always said she always thinks of my and my brother first not herself so despite always thinking that was disgustingly selfless I have taken on those same genes and it’s doing nothing but crippling me, stuck in between a selfless mom and a limpwristed, passive aggressive depressed dad who freaked out and couldn’t commit and let his family name get changed (I mean, how the fuck do you let that happen?!?!!?) that’s who I am that’s who I’ve become because I’m too weak to make it otherwise

so now that I have this grande idea and its coming down crumbling around me, I have nothing but my ability to type to comfort me as I await the next victim of my loving attention.

The previous, is of course, just an artistic representation of what may be happening in some person’s life at some point in time at some point on earth. No one and nothing said therein have any basis on reality. Really, I mean, come on. As if.

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