June 28, 2009
I painted a chicken.
I painted a chicken.
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May 23, 2009
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March 31, 2009
Billy Jack Washburn.
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March 30, 2009
This is my new painting.  I painted it for Gram Parsons.  I was thinking about going to Joshua Tree and staying in the motel room he died in.  That is still on my list of things to do.  I don’t really think the picture does justice to all the hard work I put into this painting, but oh well.  It isn’t like it is super amazing but I like it a lot.  I didn’t pull off what I was really trying to do with it but c’est la vie.  Hope you like it!
This is my new painting.  I painted it for Gram Parsons.  I was thinking about going to Joshua Tree and staying in the motel room he died in.  That is still on my list of things to do.  I don’t really think the picture does justice to all the hard work I put into this painting, but oh well.  It isn’t like it is super amazing but I like it a lot.  I didn’t pull off what I was really trying to do with it but c’est la vie.  Hope you like it!
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March 15, 2009
I wasn’t there like I wanted to be, but it was still rad.  Perfect night for it.  More people in space.  America is, like, the best country ever.
I wasn’t there like I wanted to be, but it was still rad.  Perfect night for it.  More people in space.  America is, like, the best country ever.
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March 13, 2009
Old Men Paint Boats. Its what they do. It clears their mind. There is something peaceful about boats at dusk. It’s like boats going to bed. Boats. Life metaphoring boats. There is nothing new or to be learned about boats, but still they hold a fascination. They are a transport to the wild sea. The uncertain adventure that lies ahead. Or, perhaps, the thought of the adventure is enough. Enough to make old men like me want to paint boats. Boats.
Old Men Paint Boats. Its what they do. It clears their mind. There is something peaceful about boats at dusk. It’s like boats going to bed. Boats. Life metaphoring boats. There is nothing new or to be learned about boats, but still they hold a fascination. They are a transport to the wild sea. The uncertain adventure that lies ahead. Or, perhaps, the thought of the adventure is enough. Enough to make old men like me want to paint boats. Boats.
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February 18, 2009
I am trying to think about what to paint next. I was at the bar the other day and saw this guy who was getting pretty loaded, but you couldn’t really tell. So maybe he wasn’t. But he was drinking a lot. It was an empty bar. The kind I like. He looked like a cross between a trucker and a pimp. Or maybe just a trucker from the ’70s. He looked like all he cared about was pushin his load on down the road. In other words, he was my hero. So I might paint something like this. ergo.
I am trying to think about what to paint next. I was at the bar the other day and saw this guy who was getting pretty loaded, but you couldn’t really tell. So maybe he wasn’t. But he was drinking a lot. It was an empty bar. The kind I like. He looked like a cross between a trucker and a pimp. Or maybe just a trucker from the ’70s. He looked like all he cared about was pushin his load on down the road. In other words, he was my hero. So I might paint something like this. ergo.
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February 13, 2009
This is me. This is my self portrait painting. It depicts me. I am thinking about calling it “Self Poor-Trait” but that might be a little emo. Painting my self portrait has always been #47 on my things to do before I die list. It is a weird thing. Painting a picture of yourself. You think, “damn this is ugly” and try to fix it and it gets worse and worse until you don’t even recognize who you are painting. Then you wonder if you really recognize yourself. Like if you were to see yourself buying something at publix, would you say, “hey, that guy is me” or would you just go about your way and pay him/you no mind. Like hearing your recorded voice and not thinking it sounds like you only with your eyeballs. like, “do I really look like that?” Anyhow. I like painting something more serious than what I had been painting. no more robot-gypsy paintings for me. Serious. Serious paintings. That is the only way to get the street cred. I tried to use a lot more ‘textured’ painting technique with this one. I don’t know if it really comes across in a photo. Like my blue sweater beard and hair should have some texture to it. Also, the background is kinda funny. I tried to make it look like an old hotel room wall with the paint chipping or something. oh well. Overall I think it went pretty well. I think my skin is a little too pink. And, obviously, the facial proportions are a little skewed… but that it kinda me in real life anyhow. Also, I really debated giving myself a halo… why not.

This is me. This is my self portrait painting. It depicts me. I am thinking about calling it “Self Poor-Trait” but that might be a little emo.

Painting my self portrait has always been #47 on my things to do before I die list.

It is a weird thing. Painting a picture of yourself. You think, “damn this is ugly” and try to fix it and it gets worse and worse until you don’t even recognize who you are painting. Then you wonder if you really recognize yourself. Like if you were to see yourself buying something at publix, would you say, “hey, that guy is me” or would you just go about your way and pay him/you no mind. Like hearing your recorded voice and not thinking it sounds like you only with your eyeballs. like, “do I really look like that?”

Anyhow. I like painting something more serious than what I had been painting. no more robot-gypsy paintings for me. Serious. Serious paintings. That is the only way to get the street cred.

I tried to use a lot more ‘textured’ painting technique with this one. I don’t know if it really comes across in a photo. Like my blue sweater beard and hair should have some texture to it. Also, the background is kinda funny. I tried to make it look like an old hotel room wall with the paint chipping or something. oh well.

Overall I think it went pretty well. I think my skin is a little too pink. And, obviously, the facial proportions are a little skewed… but that it kinda me in real life anyhow. Also, I really debated giving myself a halo… why not.

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