Friday, July 31, 2009

SCREENPRINTS!




House on Jefferson Street, Brooklyn; 2009



House on Malcolm X Boulevard, Brooklyn; 2009



House in Old Town, Baltimore; 2009

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Maybe I've got Goya on the brain, I don't know, but I have finally kicked my ass into shape and I am finally posting the remaining etchings from my senior thesis exhibit. One part of my thesis was a series of d.i.y. styled political posters concerning mostly local issues. I chose to complement the localized content of the posters by focusing on global issues in the etching series.

The series was titled "Los Desastres del Imperialismo Americano" ["The Disasters of American Imperialism], after Goya's "Los Desastres de la Guerra".

Surge Success
Copper Etching on Grey Rives BFK, 2008


Ghost of the War Machine
Copper Etching on Grey Rives BFK, 2008


The Enemy Kitchen
Copper Etching on Grey Rives BFK, 2008

The last print was inspired by this particularly absurd reality of living in this fucked up crazy world.


Views from the actual commencement installation:




Peace.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Exciting! Scanner is up and running! This was my maiden voyage of scanning expeditions:


Flyer to get folks involved with the Zine Bazaar at Red Emma's Radical Book Pavilion coming up in September!


Had this in mind when I was trying to figure out the composition for the flyer. I heart Goya. As much as he capitalized on his art in ways I don't necessarily care for; in the end he can do no wrong in my book.
"You can't hurry love" has been stuck in my head all day. I was hoping to find a video of an old school live performance, but only found lame photo mashups. I'm quite fond of this video though. Enjoy.



Diana Ross' eyeliner is so intense!!!

Sorry this is a total bullshit post.. I am stalling until I can use my scanner. Believe me once my scanner is operational, there will be so much danged shit up on here, all the imaginary and real readers of this blog will have their respective tops blown off. At least that's what I'm going for.

Peace.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Been an interesting week to say the least. I got a temporary gig helping out with a mural on the west side highway. Didn't think much of it initially, but ultimately opened mine eyes up pretty significantly. To be honest, I haven't had a great deal of experience with public art where you actually have the opportunity of interacting with the public, and creating a consistent rapport with the folks that will see the work on a regular basis long after you've packed up the brushes and paint.

The first day I showed up for painting, I remember a car pulling up and beeping. A guy rolled down the window and said; "You gonna put some flowers? Pretty color flowers? It's too much green", and sped off.
And I thought; "Yea, okay whatever".. but then thought again about this fleeting interaction. I don't live here, I'm not going to see this mural very often at all; shouldn't we be taking these suggestions to heart?

The answer is not a simple one since there are so many contextual considerations to be made, and it happens to be a well documented fact that you can't please all the people all the time.

In any case; so-so-so many people loved it, and honked to give us the thumbs up. A couple folks privileged us with drive-by rants about how they hated it, preferred the old graffiti. Then there are all the photographers that treated this like some diamond in the rough of photo ops. And lastly; all the people that could give two shits about the mural one way or the other. Prime example; a lady walking her dog let it pee on the south-west corner. Then there was a car that hit the building and chipped off some of the brick. Around the corner also happens to be the rendezvous point for every garbage truck in the city. So many dynamics at play in an ever-changing setting. Let's not even digress about the lighting. It's tricky is what I've concluded, but in any case; it is what it is and I appreciate that.

I've never been saddened about not having to show up to work the following day. Despite how much being in the sun destroyed my skin, and I feel like I've developed an aversion to climbing tall ladders; the experience of working there was amazing! I didn't feel like an incompetent dolt, I knew what I was doing. I respected my coworkers and superiors; they were like kindred spirits in a strange way. Such a random coalescence of good and beautiful things and people.