Friday, March 13, 2009

Ceci n'est pas une pipe

vain, vane, vein

I am a man of peculiar tastes

I've had recent run-ins with old friends--the majority being the imaginary ones--and I realize how much of a change I have made as a being. 
I used to think it was possible to ensconce oneself on clouds. I made it my primary goal in life. I later found out it wasn't possible. I cried for hours upon hours.
"I quit my job and moved to live in France for a short while, because I wanted to spend time with a girl that fascinates me more than anybody I have ever known"

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

This Didn't Go Over Well But...

I'll post it anyways...

So many ideas went into this self-portrait series, that it was too hard for the class to grasp. I have to find a simple way to incorporate all my ideas without confusing the viewer. Two of the drawings are layered tracing paper sketches of my face: one in india ink, the other in pencil. One is chalk & charcoal on toffee colored paper and the last is just ebony pencil on found paper. All the drawings have a projection of a photograph of me onto them. So many concepts, so little time.