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2009-09-08 02:42  Did an impromptu shoot tonight, and ended up with a new self portrait. Oh vodka... the things you make me do. LOL.
2009-09-08 01:40 2009-08-22 11:06 Drove up to Seattle to see my sister. 2530 miles in 5 days (43 hours of road-time, round trip). Not too shabby, considering first 700 miles or so were on Highway 1, up the California coast. A beautiful drive, the Pacific Ocean on the left, miles and miles of forest and farmland on the right. Lunch at a small, quiet restaurant tucked into the woods by the ocean. Across the Golden Gate Bridge and more coastline. A plunge into the redwoods, winding canyon roads, the deep, green darkness of ancient forest, old magic... up, over and through the mountains. Good to get away, to spend time with my sister, to morn with her over the loss of Eli, her little baby boy. Tears, hugs, and quiet, thoughtful conversation. Tears again at writing this, and again at reading it. A forest walk with her beautiful children. Some insights into our family, and my sometimes awkward place in it. A bit of guilt at not contacting any of our amazing Seattle friends while in town. The trip is about family, no time/energy to socialize. I'll make it up to you later. The long, monotonous drive back to Los Angeles, down Interstate 5. Angie asleep in the passenger seat. An impromptu detour to visit our tattoo artist at his new shop in Berkeley, CA. More thoughtful conversation. Hours of road time afterward to meditate on (re)surfacing ideas, to reconsider priorities, and contemplate new paths. Up the Grapevine, through the high mountain pass. Used to go camping up here, when I was a kid. When was I ever a kid? Always so mature, always so responsible. The burden of the eldest son, of a dedicated, hard working father. Down the mountain and back to all too familiar territory. Home. Work email is waiting. It will wait. A quarter of my life spent working there, it will wait. Sleep. Wake. Return the rental car. Walk back home, in early morning silence. Breathe. Breathe in the ... 2009-08-11 23:24 This was our Monday night. It was cathartic, to say the least. 2009-07-09 00:15  I apologize if I have not been responsive to your comments, IMs, emails, calls, etc. An impending deadline at work is occupying every waking moment. Everything has started to slip... I even had to cancel my wrist surgery. I wish I could say that it will be over soon, but it is now likely that there will be, at least, an additional month added. Please bear with me in this ill-defined meantime between now and when I get my life back. Okay, back to work. 2009-06-18 01:27 This month at Club HELL, I'll be giving away *very* limited edition art trading-cards (ACEO's) to anyone who does ONE of the following at the show: 1) Trades me a card (or other piece of art) of their own. 2) Grabs my ass. (my personal favorite...) 3) Flashes me. 4) Signs up to model for my work. 5) Can tell me what my "Known Soldier" piece is about. Limit 1 per person, while supplies last. Details and images of the cards are available HERE. 2009-06-16 23:48 Here are the art trading cards that I'm thinking about giving away at Club HELL. I made them on a whim, and never figured out what to do with them. They're about the same size as baseball cards, and printed on acid-free, archival cardstock. All are reproductions of pieces that I've shown at various shows. There are nine, hand-numbered pieces in each edition. I'm still not sure exactly what criteria I'll use to give them away. I'd like it to be something fun, sexy and kinda silly - like flashing me or grabbing my ass (so far, those are the most popular suggestions). Jonni suggested handing them out to people who ask good questions about the work, but the music is usual loud enough to make that one difficult (at best). Anyway, here they are. Most are not safe for work... of course.  The Known Soldier 2.5 x 3.5 in. inkjet on archival cardstock hand-numbered edition of 9 pieces  altar of hubris 3.5 x 2.5 in. inkjet on archival cardstock hand-numbered edition of 9 pieces  ... 2009-06-07 21:51 Here's a sneak peek at my new series. As usual, it's NSFW.  Black Velcro® hooks on foam-core. 19 x 28 inches. The image is only visible at specific angles, appearing as a solid, black rectangle from other view points. This is the first in a series of mixed-media works showing friends and acquaintances performing fellatio on the artist (um... me). It's an experiment in interpersonal and social boundaries. The idea for this project has been kicking around in my head for a couple of years, but I keep losing my nerve. In finally executing it, I am attempting overcoming my fear of rejection and facing the consequences of bold (or unconventional) choices. I wonder how many people will think I'm just a creep, asking for blow-jobs in the name of art?
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