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Just Like Starting Over, 18”x24”, oil on canvas. July, 2012.
The idea here is kind of an off-shoot from Elemental Continental. Here, earth is reestablishing itself from fire and water. I am the air.
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Love in a Faraday Cage. Oil on canvas. 10”x12”.
Work in progress. Love in a Faraday Cage. No outside transmissions coming in, but my compass works fine.
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For various reasons, I haven’t put any serious effort into painting for almost a year. Two weeks ago I couldn’t not paint. So I painted this. It’s a shitty cell phone photo, but you’re not missing much because the painting isn’t that great anyway. But it holds a lot of things I’ve been wanting to get out.
This is Holiday Takes a Death. Something like 18”x24”, oil on canvas.
The idea is that you’re looking at 3 images all playing into one another. The sky is meant to evoke a sky viewed from below the surface of water — I’ve been having dreams of drowning for a few months. Lights and fires from the islands, some misplaced into the sky, are reflected in the water on the bottom half of the canvas. Sorry to miss the party, everyone, but I have an appointment to keep.
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I Want You To Hit Me As Hard As You Can
12”x24” oil on canvas, 2004
This began as an abstract landscape for a friend but got shredded by someone who wasn’t pleased with me at the time. Now she’s in Utah (I guess. Is that where bitter people go?) and I have no idea where the painting is. I sewed part of it back together and patched the rest with saftey pins and a button I found with a quote from Fight Club on it. I felt it fit nicely.
If I could only paint things the way I see them in my head you’d fall to your knees and beg for mercy.
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5 1/2” x 8” mixed media on paper
I am a hungry ghost,
a vanishing soul,
so give me
a little honey.
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Our Lady of the Immaculate Fix
24”x36” oil and acrylic on canvas. November 2006.
An abstract portrait, image compiled from a few different ads from a bridal magazine an ex-girlfriend had left in my house, presumably as a hint. Needless to say, the hint went ignored.
This painting was part of an idea — that seemed far more sound and practical in my early 20s — to join the Catholic Church and then get excommunicated for creating heretical art, all for publicity. It took a few more years in poverty to realize that in all likelihood I’ll make art for the rest of my life and no matter what I do very few people will ever give a shit.
The title is lifted from the William Burroughs piece The “Priest” They Called Him, in which the main character dies (oops, spoiler) and the narrator describes the death as an immaculate fix.
All true artists, whether they know it or not, create from a place of no-mind, from inner stillness.
(Happy Little) Things You Didn’t Know About Bob Ross.
He Worked for Free.
The Joy of Painting ran new seasons on PBS from 1983 to 1994 Ross actually did the series for free; his income came from Bob Ross Inc. Ross’ company sold art supplies and how-to videotapes, taught classes, and even had a troupe of traveling art instructors who roamed the world teaching painting. It’s tough to think of a better advertisement for these products than Ross’ show.
He could record a season almost as fast as he could paint. Ross could bang out an entire 13-episode season of The Joy of Painting in just over two days, which freed him up to get back to teaching lessons.
He Didn’t Sell His Paintings
Despite being all prolific and popular, Ross didn’t show his paintings in galleries or sell any of them. In a 1991 interview with the New York Times, Ross claimed he’d made over 30,000 paintings since he was an 18-year-old stationed in Alaska with the Air Force. When Ross died of lymphoma in 1995, most of his paintings either ended up in the hands of charity or PBS.
That’s not to say there aren’t any Ross paintings floating around, though. While he generally didn’t sell his canvasses, Ross did sell some souvenir gold pans during his stint in Alaska. At the time, the amateur artist got $25 a pop for a gold pan with an Alaskan scene painted in the bottom.
He Didn’t Love the ‘Fro
It’s hard to think of Bob Ross and not immediately key in on the giant bushy mushroom cloud of hair that exploded off of his head, and Ross knew it. Unfortunately, he also supposedly hated the haircut. Ross had an uncanny knack for marketing, though, so he knew that trimming his locks down to a more conservative ‘do would probably undercut part of his business. Ross decided to stick with his trademark look and even had his permed visage emblazoned on every tube of Bob Ross Inc. art supplies.
I learned to paint when I was 8 from one of those traveling art instructors. I painted in that style for a couple of years until I gave up, thinking I was a failure — at age 10 — because I hadn’t achieved the level of mastery I saw every Saturday morning on PBS. In this way, Bob Ross was both the reason and the bane of my artistic existence.
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