This series of drawings is executed while my hand, the materials, and the paper are inside a cardboard box. I draw or paint for an indeterminate amount of time, relative to my interest alone in the current execution, while reading a book, or listening to music, or watching a film. It is not to be […]
I just added a new section Drawings 2015 to delineate between older and newer work. This is not by any means a comprehensive drawing record because I constantly make new ones. Some thoughts perhaps? Yes, just a few minutes.
Largely these drawings are poems with lines and marks, collage and abstraction, choices strung together, memory flashes, inspiration in the immediate. They document the life I am living.
I try not to hide the metaphors too deeply, preferring they sit on the surface, but there are puns and literary allusion mingled in the tight spaces. Sex, drinking, robots, poets, artists, film, death, atheism, art, cartoons, comic books, songs, music, madness, landscape, biography, loss, and science are just some of the things that compel me to make the art. That’s about all I want to say about the drawings. Find some meaning in them I may have missed.
When Time permits I’ll conduct a mass scanning regimen for more accurate reproductions.
Down a widow pancake amended with MRI magnetron particles?
On for the show, less a widow more a black window?
Or should we churn the flow of impotent chaos ie chaise lounge chairs of inactivity dooming us all.
I dreamed of Edward Hopper sketching a pirate to enter grad school. his handling of the hair was a little naive.
Plunder our own flu shot caches, nothing left to protect against this common cold.
Drive as if the bank is on the repo, make chances, this is what should be but is only seen in superhero tv shows.
I always feel for those vertigo villains, anyway.
Whose wifi is I think I know,
His car is at the grocery tho.
He will not see me stopping by,
To watch some porno in the snow,
while corporate hackers steal the rest, leaving loot chests filled with death.
I have finally
Down for good I thinks, fiended,
using too many adjectives to describe an Unwinnable war,
too few stanzas with optimist prime.