The stretcher frame for this canvas came from Tedd Blevins and I knew the subject I would paint upon it had to be at least a little lascivious. After I had decided on the composition, I remembered a strip club…
People often get tattoos in order to feel unique, owning the bodies they were born into without choice. Selecting a generic design from a book however, seems to only reinforce conformity.
A private conversation in a public place was the prompt for this painting. The cropped exit sign, broken Dos Equis bottle, table and chair legs, and more subtle hints throughout, all give hints as to the topic of this conversation.
Heraclitus said we cannot step into the same river twice. We hold on to things as representations of moments, people, places, and past self-images. This fictional, née mythological Atlas Storage facility bears these things we cannot bear to lose.
My go-to bar, Machiavelli’s, sets the stage for one of my favorite local bands, Annabelle’s Curse, cast as Prometheus.
Great time painting with my friend Kyle Buckland.
This was yesterday’s painting; I thought I’d whip out a self portrait before my birthday. I pulled out some colors I don’t usually use, starting with Green Earth and some Cobalt Violet Light, Stil de Grain, Lapis Lazuli. All of…
Just found an image of this painting from a couple years ago. I was feeling like ten miles of hammered shit.