The boy got me a copy of Dreamweaver, and since about a month ago I've been sporadically trying to understand it well enough to design a new website. The heavyhanded clunkiness of Horseflesh is so embarrassing, and I'm a little ashamed of it. So much so, that I haven't updated it since fucking January.

At any rate, I've gotten as far as making a clever index page for it:


My friend, sexy man thing Trent Call, has a website where the index is a picture of him in his studio, and you can click on various items in the picture to be taken to corresponding subpages on his site. That was my inspiration, but I knew that I couldn't manage all of the Flash his relies on, so mine will be far more simplified.

Is now a good time to mention that I'd love to trade art in exchange for some help with my website? 'Cause, if you're so inclined, I'd be ever so grateful. Sadly, I cannot offer the more traditional business transaction of trading actual money for services, and so my feelings will not be hurt nor will I be at all surprised if no one responds to the invitation.

Ah! I have so many jobs to finish before I move at the end of June. My short career in illustrative work has not been particularly lucrative so far, but I'm enjoying it. I have a logo, some album art, a poster, t-shirt art, and a couple of other things to finish up. All of this does not stop me from making this absurdity, destined to be repeated over a myriad of surfaces:



Want a closer look?

It's Muscid Damask! Isn't it lovely? Is an artist waxing rapturous nearly as awful as a comedian who laughs at their own jokes, or a band that wears their own shirts to a concert? Be that as it may, it is lovely. I want to try a more complex sort of repetition next. Maybe a tesselation.

Also, I made the ill-advised decision to be in another group show at Pravus.

Ill-advised simply because I have so many other things to do. Pravus always has brilliantly structured group shows, and I'm such a sucker for those. Salon style is not at all for me. I like a cohesive theme, that I can understand and not be constantly distracted by the incongruity of the art. Yes yes, repetition with deviation is what makes a group show so delicious. This particular show is about pigs. Rather, it's not so much about pigs as it is involving pigs. Each of us were given oversized porcelain piggy banks. These things are so delicate. Already, I've seen two in studios that were victims of the clumsy hip or elbow and sent into fragments against the floor. I must come up with a way to handle the (lack of) structural integrity of the pig. Suggestions?