So I took Jessica Hische’s lettering class on skillshare. It’s a lot of fun, http://skl.sh/1eBPs12. The assignment involved doing a book jacket cover. I chose Carver, who gets a lot of flack these days for being a boring old white men. And although I too have had my fill of boring old white men, Carver writes beautifully. (Which is why he has so many mediocre imitators.)
“I remembered having read somewhere that the blind didn’t smoke because, as speculation had it, they couldn’t see the smoke they exhaled. I thought I knew that much and that much only about blind people. But this blind man smoked his cigarette down to the nubbin and then lit another one. This blind man filled his ashtray and my wife emptied it.” – Cathedral Raymond Carver
So it has been a while since we spoke. It has been a while since I last saw an old friend. A friend of nine years past. Recently, an airline lost my bag and my camera. The replacement encourages me to look at this with new glass.
Just a silly thing I made, because I can never remember the correct way to spell bears in this case. I figured it might help me remember.
Its been a while, but I should be uploading more art here, as time goes on. I just needed a little break.
Sometimes I think that is all youth is; waiting to arrive some place. And the closer you get the more afraid you become that it will become a disappointment in some way.
I was putzing around the internet when I found: chapham’s photographs. They’re really beautiful. In any case, I used her daughter as the model. So thank you!
I miss a person.
But I know that when I leave this place, I will miss it here too. Do you know how that feels?
Flying to Taipei today. I always get a little jittery before travelling. It’s just the way that I am. I’m not even afraid of planes, or crashes, or anything like that. It’s just the smell of a new city, a differently angled moon, strange cola mixes. I don’t know. Anyway, did this little doodle to calm down.
An experiment with watercolor and an escape from the western canon.
It is hard to share strawberries and cake when your mom lives on a different continent.
Supposedly, Mr. S was writing about a funeral. Mostly, I find concupiscent curds to sound hypnotizing. Although, I hope they serve chunky-monkey at my funeral.
Playing around with mixed media.