thought

a year ago i was slumming it on a life below a living wage, unable to afford art supplies, nice clothes, or studio space. this experience of being at the margins isn't uncommon to me, and you might say has formed a large part of my outlook on life. right now my life could not be any different - i am can run across the street to the art supply store at any time, and my paycheck is prettily parceled into middle class luxuries such as a retirement plan. i think as artists we need to be honest about the myth of the starving artist - you can't starve and make art at the same time, and the people in residencies or galleries probably have a family member that funds these activities. the irony of living at the margins is that once you get out and have a chance to escape your situation, you feel like you're leaving an intrinsic part of you behind and letting a lot of people down. i'm happy with where i am, i just don't want to become an urban gardening, post-modern crafting, over-privileged asshole in the process. i try to remind myself to stay real every day. one day i might need you to remind me of that too - in the form of a swift blow to the head.

orange you glad i'm not an apple?

oh, you know, just another day hang drying clothes at home.

former apartment

in light of recent circumstances i've been looking through the mess that is my digital file system, culling snapshots here and there for a portfolio. this is from the vault, when i first moved to los angeles, and when i still believed in using film but had nowhere to print it.

blech

the music industry has been floundering lately, and as a result i lost my job yesterday. the big groan in my stomach was followed by a brief flash of empowerment at being in full control of my own time again. oh 9-to-5 schedules, how you make us long for summer vacation. i'll be using my severance pay to take this month off and reorganize my life, but if you know anyone who may be interested in melancholic line drawings and/or print design, send them my way?

return of semi-confessional understated drawings

guess what guys! i got the scanner at current workplace up and running! sad that access to electronics is the only thing that limits my inner monologue (age of the internet, i greet you with suspicion). anyway, i am working on somethings which will slowly trickle online with the aid of this new discovery. don't i always say that?

some stuffs

i've been bumming out about the state of art in my life lately. i haven't had the time, energy, or facilities for meaningful artmaking, and my pessimism about the audience for art has only deepened. who sees our art, who places it in a historical context, and who the fuck cares? and yet, i don't want to give up or admit defeat by the system. maybe one day i'll find a place for my idealism.

two drawings of something i don't have a lot of:



and the second installment of normativity & robots: