DOCUMENT
(doc-u-ment)
Art from the blog will be on display at ALTR gallery from Friday, April 11th until Saturday, April 26th.
Opening events April 11th and 12th from 5-10.
The Texture of a Storm
(Ink on Paper; 365 book)
(Ibid; with the previous page folded in and the recto page visible)
An expansion of the previous drawings and a different inking style. The first I did in wash, the second I did with hatching, and this one I did in solid blacks.
This last style actually makes me miss tattooing a little bit.
Le Pleurant
Proof that I did not pay attention to sculpture of the Middle Ages when I was in graduate school: I only just learned about pleurants, or weepers.
(Digital)
Thanks, Reddit, for stepping up to fill in the blanks of my highly niche (see what I did there, architectural nerds??) PhD.
In the Dream's Last Deep Breath
As usual, I dreamt of libraries, books, and drawing realities.
(Digital)
I'm thinking about poetics today. It’s not going well. I often suspect my entire being is antithetical to written poetry, but I couldn’t tell you why. Maybe it’s because the images in my head are so abstract and so demanding, that when it comes to words I just want to get to the goddamn point.
I can’t decide if that’s a situation that needs changing.
The Glass Cage
Say you’ve fallen down a couple wiki rabbit holes in your day and you've wondered what it feels like to dissociate. You’re in luck! It feels like this:
(Digital)
Specifically, this is what depersonalization feels like. It’s like wearing yourself as a cheap Spirit Halloween costume. Except you can’t take you off and you can’t seem to convince anyone else that you’re not you. This experience can range in distress-impact from vaguely annoying to full-blown panic/rage/despair. It can also last a few hours or a few months. It's not pleasant.
But it can’t kill you, which is nice.
The Hanged Man (Sketch)
(Pencil on Paper)
Still working on Tarot drawings. I have to start painting soon for future shows, but the Tarot ideas are still shouting at me.