Archive for April, 2005

thirty

Saturday, April 30th, 2005

I refuse to put energy into conforming.

I am thirty today.

There is sunshine, breakfast at Cup and Saucer and a big steak at Jake’s.

Adrienne is cute.

Painting all day tomorrow and Monday. New photos of Gus painting soon. Progress is startling, but painting remains incomplete.

Been dancing a lot lately. Good for the body, good for the health.

-werdskell

Capoeira Pics

Wednesday, April 27th, 2005

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A swiftly drying painting

Monday, April 25th, 2005

I use chemicals when I paint. Chemical drying agents added to the oil paints to bring a little alacrity into the process. I use Liquin and I use Galkyd. Both of these will kill you. I am moving towards a paint fuled death with ever increasing celerity.

Todays theme: synonyms of speed

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‘Your style reminds me of Basquiat.’ ‘Who?’

Friday, April 22nd, 2005

Basquiat at Brooklyn Museum

seven in one blow

Thursday, April 21st, 2005

When I hear a phrase I don’t know twice in one day it occurs to me that I must be a frigging moron, and it’s time to learn it.

Today: the peter principle

I guess if I’d ever gotten closer than a ten foot pole to corporate culture I would have known this one long ago.

popping and locking

Monday, April 18th, 2005

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new Jape HE logo

Friday, April 15th, 2005

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A place to rest the eye

Tuesday, April 12th, 2005

My portfolio class was very informative today.

A lot of discussion regarding making room for the viewer to rest in your composition. Keeping the space from becoming cramped and reducing the complexities to bold statements. swift movements and unified shapes.

werd

Crazy Hairy Stabby Fun

Sunday, April 10th, 2005

Almost exactly a year ago today I wrote the following:

Yeah, this is the point where the nekkid hairy man bursts into your private space, machete in hand, and commences hacking your futon matress into a fucking thousand little fluffy bits. Sure we can all lean back and say ‘whoa there mister, not in my house’, but just you wait partner, just you wait. And see. We all want to escape the id and bury the libido, but do we? No. So, what do we know about the id, or our hidden libido? Is it purely subliminal this hidden libidinal drive, or does it come alive like the scarry hairy man cutting my futon to size?

Today I hear about the following story on the radio.

From the AP:

BREA, Calif. - A man who awoke Sunday to find an armed and naked intruder standing over his bed subdued the suspect until police arrived, authorities said.

Eric Wall, 45, told police that the intruder - identified as 18-year-old Arthur David Macias - was carrying a kitchen knife and said the anti-Christ had sent him to the house to kill Wall.

Wall grabbed Macias and pulled him onto the bed. After a short struggle, Macias was detained by Wall and his 15-year-old son, who armed themselves with baseball bats.

Police said Macias broke into the Wall’s home about 35 miles southeast of Los Angeles by removing a screen from an open laundry room window and stole a knife from the kitchen. Police said Macias did not indicate why he chose the residence.

Macias was arrested on attempted murder, making criminal threats, assault with a deadly weapon and burglary. He was being held at the Orange County Jail on $1 million bail.

Scary huh?

Rich People Hate You

Thursday, April 7th, 2005

You can not reason someone out of a position that they did not originally reason themselves into.

Here’s a sketchy for dorks…

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