puffy clouds.
September 8, 2008
Busy busy busy. Don Hertzfeldt is keeping me alive. Trey Spruance assisting. Becoming reawed anew every day at the simple difficulty of my task and it’s sustaining euphoria. Excited about the move. Do come down and say hi. New shop should be fabulous.
Work:
Again, my favorite band, I Am The Ocean, was in town. I know no finer living than when I am near these ceaseless warriors. Always killing it, never stopping. See them if you can. Drew allowed me to put the above madness on him. Love those kids.
Newschool colorbomb will never die. I’ll be slaying it with reflective curvy pencils when i’m 50. Watch me.
Libi got a little bird on her foot.
Put on the good work, friends.
Love, ish
carin wall
July 10, 2008
long week. So many Hours of tattooing, much thanks to tough assed clients who’ll sit through anything.
Trying to remember who I am .
i like and also do not like rain.
May 28, 2008
More work with focus and color staining. trying to work the paint in the paper, instead of on top of it. Water a hair too hot helping a bit- maybe destroying things. no idea.
I am more and more a psychotic paint-to-surface purist. I have for a long time forced myself not to refer to anything while drawing, now trying to extend it to painting. I figure if I need reference by the time I am getting down to work then I have not done my homework and all is lost. I think the Grime said “look once, hard and then never look again.” Very Prix De Rome. Almost all of the painting I have done in the last 4 or 5 months has been without line-work or premonition. Just brush to paper. No looking, just working. Put the color on the paper. No reference, all internal. Think I am starting to get somewhere. Thinking there is some sort of PRB marxist undercurrent- don’t understand it yet. more later.
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Most fun I have had tattooing in forever. Best skin on the planet.
That is all. Thank you.
pork business
May 26, 2008
new tat-doos.
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also:
amazing. really.
egads, y’all. anyone else tired of drunks? I’m working alone tomorrow and thinking i need lock the doors and put some pretentious “appointments only” sign, after the load of trash boozers i had waltz down my stairs today. shit. memorial day? i’d bet yer dead granpappy is just humming a happy tune about taking that bullet in war so’s that you’d have a whole new monday to drink yourself pissed.
volf und schull.
May 16, 2008
chris is really tough. no shit. still can’t believe he let me put that moon on the top of his shoulder. ouch.
have you heard his band Fear the Vacuum? so good.
still working through this fuzzy semitransparent vein in the paintings. happy with this one. “if you cannot make it good, make it big. if you cannot make it big make it red.” right?
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