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 story told in the parking lot after Tedd’s funeral, for it was too lewd to […]

Let’s call it a casual Friday as this worker walks past other idle machines.

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.

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 these were low tinting strength.

While sorting photos, I found these from my BFA show.

Just found an image of this painting from a couple years ago. I was feeling like ten miles of hammered shit.