So I stink like motor oil right now.
I left the studio stinking like motor oil,
and my girlfriend stinks like motor oil.
I had a productive weekend...
First off, I got a hold of these old 1970's hard cover Encyclopedia Britanica books. Beautiful covers, gold lettering over a fake red leather. I took them, removed the logos by mixing a paint that matched the cover. Then I silk screened a Calligraphy title that said "Stem Cell Research" into the middle of the books. Last night, we made a fire in our fire pit, and I had Mogwa and our new friend Bob help me burn the books. I then filmed, photographed, and documented the entire thing. All to the backdrop of the american flag blowing in the wind, and a full moon. It fucking turned out awsome. All I have to do now is edit it, and I have two weeks to do that.
Then today I worked on two pieces. One of them I printed blood drips all over, but I used old motor oil for it instead of ink. This piece is for our friend Chris that just passed away. I felt it was appropriate to use the object that killed him in his memorial piece. The smell is annoying, I can't wash it off, it has saturated EVERYTHING, in our house, my studio, the car, EVERYTHING. But the smell repressents death to me, and right now, I don't mind being reminded of death. That is why I'm making the piece.
It's been really hard though, his face is like in five spots in my studio right now. On the computer, on acytate, on a sceen, on my desk, and in my sketchbook. Everyhwhere I look his smiling face is looking back at me. I almost burst into tears a few times tonight, it took me so off gaurd. Not being there really makes it hard, since it doesn't seem real...
I left the studio stinking like motor oil,
and my girlfriend stinks like motor oil.
I had a productive weekend...
First off, I got a hold of these old 1970's hard cover Encyclopedia Britanica books. Beautiful covers, gold lettering over a fake red leather. I took them, removed the logos by mixing a paint that matched the cover. Then I silk screened a Calligraphy title that said "Stem Cell Research" into the middle of the books. Last night, we made a fire in our fire pit, and I had Mogwa and our new friend Bob help me burn the books. I then filmed, photographed, and documented the entire thing. All to the backdrop of the american flag blowing in the wind, and a full moon. It fucking turned out awsome. All I have to do now is edit it, and I have two weeks to do that.
Then today I worked on two pieces. One of them I printed blood drips all over, but I used old motor oil for it instead of ink. This piece is for our friend Chris that just passed away. I felt it was appropriate to use the object that killed him in his memorial piece. The smell is annoying, I can't wash it off, it has saturated EVERYTHING, in our house, my studio, the car, EVERYTHING. But the smell repressents death to me, and right now, I don't mind being reminded of death. That is why I'm making the piece.
It's been really hard though, his face is like in five spots in my studio right now. On the computer, on acytate, on a sceen, on my desk, and in my sketchbook. Everyhwhere I look his smiling face is looking back at me. I almost burst into tears a few times tonight, it took me so off gaurd. Not being there really makes it hard, since it doesn't seem real...
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if you have any interest in keeping reptiles you should go for it - they are so rad to watck. Lizards are more animated than geckos but they usually require more space and sometimes more care.
hehe I'm a nerd!
Bascially, she's going off to Germany to live with a friend for a bit, then to some other places, I'll see her in march. The complicated part is we DO really like each other but our plans for the future are so uncertain, but we've promised to keep in touch.