Ceci n'est pas une pipe

vain, vane, vein

I am a man of peculiar tastes

mmm...food

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"

Strange Times

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.

Stream of Consciousness is So Overdone

There are times when I stop and think

about the choices I have made

and how arbitrary they have become

Based on nothing but pleasure of the flesh

So I think of what good they have done

...nothing

I draw up blank.

In the meantime, I compare myself to those idolize.

Of course, with my own revisionism

and I make of mold of that which I chose to be

which I long to be

I have so much work to do.

Mo' Sketches, Mo' Problems. 5x3 Moleskine

word.

Trojan Horse

watch the branches sway

and we go where eagles dare

spin out, baby, spin

8x5 Moleskine scans