
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 Peopling
So. Much. Human. Contact.
(Digital)
The second night of the Tarot was delightful and we were lucky to have so many great artists, wonderful Tarot readers (the good Rev let me know I need way more sandwiches in my life), and many guests we were so honored to host. Many many thanks!
The gallery will be open for visitors the 15th - 19th, 5-10 and the 24th - 26th, 5-10.
The Flaming Sword
Most often, when I’m drawing, I’m also:
Listening to Small Town Murder (but not Crime in Sports because I only listen to that when I run out of STM and not Your Stupid Opinions because I learned the worst way possible that unexpected hysterics do not mix well with inking).
Watching a comfort show like Buffy or—these days—Supernatural.
Listening to Discworld books.
(Ink on Paper; in the little 365 book, page opposite folded)
There's a lot of Discworld and I’m only on the 10th book, Moving Pictures. In it, Pratchett writes:
“There's a lot of loose thinking about magic. People go around talking about mystic harmonies and cosmic balances and unicorns, all of which is to real magic what a glove puppet is to the Royal Shakespeare Company.
Real magic is the hand around the bandsaw, the thrown spark in the powder keg, the dimension-warp linking you straight into the heart of a star, the flaming sword that burns all the way down to the pommel. Sooner juggle torches in a tar pit than mess with real magic.”
(Ink on Paper; expanded fold out page)
I'm glad that I’ve finally gotten to Pratchett's world, though I wish I had gotten here earlier. I’m pretty sure he’s my favorite magician. I learned about magic by reading Moore, Morrison, Pollack, Crowley, and Carroll. They’ve all got their anarchist appeals. But none of them are nearly as delightful, funny, or enamored with being alive in the universe as Pratchett. Which makes me suspect he’s a far better role model.°
°to be fair, Rachel Pollack is a pretty great role model.
The Mapmakers
I dreamt of working on giant maps in a hall through which hoards of revelers flowed, oblivious to the crafted worlds they were walking on.
(Digital)
Sometimes the map is the territory. Sometimes there’s no territory at all.
Persimmons and Death
Drawn while listening to a grief counseling session.
(Ink and Gouache on Paper)
We Need Ten Thousand Naps
I spent the weekend gathering and hanging the art for the Tarot show with Dovanna (aka Sara[h] Alpha), the Bert got extra time with one of his favorite humans, I got cupcakes, and we both got steak.
(Digital)
Fabric Study
And the elegant horror of The Cell (2000)
(Digital)
I was recently trying to explain this movie to someone via text and ended up sending them two gifs. One of the killer's dog (Valentine)…
…and one of this mesmerizing floating scene in one of the dream sequences.
I didn’t much feel like thinking today, so I copied this, mucked around with it a bit, called it good.