Recent t-shirt concepts.
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I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel of what I've produced recently. Here's another doodle I made, and the first watercolor I've ever done. I don't especially like the watercolor, I think it started with a bad drawing, but that's life. Now I'm going to have to start plugging away at making new art.
For my next screeprinting project, I've designed several white on black images at the request of my friend Victor.
Which is the more effective caption?
The second series of images is inspired by David Cronenberg's Marshall MacLuhan horror show, Videodrome, and the caption "long live the new flesh" is the most memorable line in the movie, and in most of the images I used a font that might have evoked a digital future back in 1983. The first face you see is star James Woods at his sleaziest, and the rest are Cronenberg's face.
If you have any constructive criticism, please lay it on me. I want to get the images right before I start printing.
This is a screenprinted t-shirt I made last week. This particular piece isn't my own drawing, it comes from illustrator Sam Weber's website. I chose this beautiful, elegant image to learn the screenprinting process, of which my friend Jess showed me the ropes.
Detail of the shirt
Thanks for showing me how to screen print, Jess!
warpsmith is now my art blog, not a livejournal as I've used it in the past. Still no friendlist, but if you'd like to tune in and give me feedback, that would be swell. I plan on making and posting a new piece of art as much as once a day, and I'll try to establish some discipline in this way.
For reasons I don't want to explain here, I'm closing this livejournal. In the end, my participation in LJ has been more destructive than creative for me, and it's better to just stop altogether than to continue posting rare and impersonal entries. I'm deleting my friendlist rather than the journal itself, because I don't want to lose a few things I've made here that I am genuinely proud of. Please don't take the deletion personally, I just don't want the temptation to spend any more time on LJ reading my f-list.
If you rub Jesus on your head, your hair will stand up on end.
I saw this driving home from work.
This weekend I saw Broken Flowers, the new Jim Jarmusch/Bill Murray flick. Good movie, amazing ending. Amazing because it elicited loud howls of angry frustration from the audience, which was hoping for a satisfying, conventional wrap-up. Any film that can piss off its audience so badly is a winner in my book.
Here's a follow-up to last week's LOOTING 2 THE X-TREME post.
Does anyone know where I can fence a baby?
Last week, I wrote the general manager of the news agency that published the story of the kid that saved 100 people with an abandoned schoolbus. Since then, the station has removed the story from their website. I don't know if it was because of angry mail they've received or if it's just their policy to remove week-old news from their site. Here's my letter:
This is regarding your story on Jabbor Gibson, the man who saved 100 people with an abandoned schoolbus.
Predictably, the manager didn't respond. Oh well, I really wanted to hear what he had to say and, y'know, mock him for it.
Look what I found in my kitchen!
Seems that someone in my house OMG HATES AMERICA!
You know, aside from me. HAW!
ALSO: Sarasota friends, Do any of you have my copy of Hannah and her Sisters? It's gone missing, and I know I sometimes lend stuff out and forget about it. Anyone?
Haha oh shit LOOTING 2 THE X-TREME!!!
mcbrennan on American Reichstag and The Destruction of New Orleans.
I hate the cult of 9/11. All hail 9/11! The alpha and omega! The answer to every question, the ultimate Orwellian rhetorical smackdown. It justifies every injustice, excuses any crime, stifles any dissent. It was a horrible day, true. Seven, eight large buildings were partially or totally destroyed, 3000 people were brutally killed. The psychological shock was awful. Malevolent men used our collective shock and fear to turn not only our country but the whole damn world on its ear, protected from all criticism by the magic equation 9/11, chanted like a mantra by our jug-eared Cheerleader In Chief.
mcbrennan is great. You should friend her.
Before 9/11 the Federal Emergency Management Agency listed the three most likely catastrophic disasters facing America: a terrorist attack on New York, a major earthquake in San Francisco and a hurricane strike on New Orleans.
Every Thursday, I drop off the small deposit from my library at Wachovia Bank, and I stand at the teller's booth, staring at two round stickers on the glass: the first is a silhouetted picture of the New York skyline with a caption that reads "September 11, Patriotism Day". The second sticker is a glowingly-lit, mouse-eye underview of a stoic bald eagle against the backdrop of the American flag. That one reads "9-11-2001: We Remember".
I swear, it is such a surge of unreality I feel every Thursday, standing at that teller's desk, picking at those stickers a little with my fingernail. I always thought that unreality was irrational, but looking at it now I think it makes total sense.
A sense of the absurd is the only way to cope.
The alarm radio just now went off, and I am listening to the DJs give away tanks of gas as call-in prizes. The Florida Attorney General got on the air with the disc jockeys to gush about how great the radio station is for giving away gasoline, and the knucklehead DJ replied that he was doing "God's work".
Uh huh. I've been saying for awhile that it's time to get a bicycle, but now I'm definitely getting one.
Zombie Phil want BRAINS!
...also wants zombie dog minions.
Dear Faith Popcorn,
*All spelling and grammatical errors are intentional to up the crazy quotient.
OH MY GOD. WHAT THE FUCK. BARBECUE.
Also: Digable Planets* have reunited and are touring. Could I be any more excited? Reachin' (A New Refutation of Time and Space) was one of the best albums of the 90s, and probably the most played CD in my collection. After dropping one more album, they just vanished, at the height of their powers. For them to reappear after so long is like JD Salinger releasing a new book.
They're playing House of Blues on June 30. Anybody interested in going with me?
*Their only radio hit was the jazzy Rebirth of Slick (Cool Like Dat), but I'm telling you, the whole album is astonishingly great.
Today I got scammed by a traffic cop. I am absolutely certain it was a scam.
burkean, take a look at what just came out!