printmaking orgies

For our final assignment, we are doing what my eloquent professor calls, a printmaking orgy.

A printmaking orgy is a collaborative piece in the beginning, and then the individuals go into their own pieces and fix all the shit they don't like. I hate collaborative pieces. I think everyone I end up working with is either more or less talented than I am, which means that I'm either frustrated with how inept they are or how inept I am. Anyhow, the orgy works out to be a stack of numbered paper which everyone just madly prints on (although it's supposed to be somewhat calculated.. you know using basic color theory and making good aesthetic choices), and then at the end the professor sorts out the numbers until everyone gets their paper back. The numbers is so we aren't biased based on whose paper we're printing on since any of the sheets could potentially be ours. I'm not sure if it was rigged in the end or not, but shortly after mentioning to my professor that number 9's papers had two of my favorites (see first image, that's one of them), my professor announced to me that my pile happened to be number 9. I still got some real crap sheets mixed in though.

So that brings me to today, where I worked on blasting the crap turd ones with ink. I also finished one (out of six) today (that's picture number 2)! The theme is mutation and I'm not sure how I'm going to argue that this one has anything to do with mutation but it's abstract. So yeah, it could be anything, man.

It's Kentucky Derby Day! Usually I wouldn't care, but I bet $5 on Lookin' at Lucky.

sugar cravings

The mane is gone. The haircut has happened.. proof will follow at some later date. To be honest, I kind of miss the mane. It was so impressive--especially when curly and untamed. I like to show up at hair salons and telling the stylists to do whatever they want.. my own way of gambling I guess. And for some reason, they all think they need to cut the hair super short, to prove that they're not scared to be bold.

I find it very hard to call myself an artist.. and in fact I never do. I'm an "art student" not an "artist"! And I generally think of myself as a traveler first and an art student second. Anyways, as an art student, I tend to go through phases, with mediums; some of them stick, and some of the go away. Like painting. I rarely paint anymore. Or sculpture. I have picked up spray painting very recently... I think it's a result of my new screenprinting frenzy-- I'm working on a couple spray painted vinyl records. I'm spray painting them and creating stencils to spray paint images on.. I may even screen print them later on. All I've done on the two shown above is give them a base coat, but I thought I'd give you a before so you can appreciate the after. I'm not sure why I pick things up and drop them so quickly.

The second image is of something I drew idly while watching TV the other day. I'm thinking of turning that into a print as well. I don't know what it is, don't ask me.

hair + trouble

haircut. it's coming.



trouble. it's coming.

midnight crazy

What a messy desk!




But look at these fun-sized prints!


Also, I got serrano chili pepper in my eye........WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEW don't try it. I took a salsa making break between mylars. and then rubbed my eye? Can I not be creative AND common sense at the same time? Is that too much to ask?

I would put up a picture of the mylars I'm working on but I won't because I'm already sick of staring at them.

Also, you know how I have that really weird fear of a lot of holes? This is very hard to explain. I know that I'm not crazy because I know two other people that have it.. and it's not a fear it's more like a strong adversion and a slight edgy splash of nausea. But specifically.. they have to be natural, so like I'll be totally fine with a chinese checkers board or something. Alright, so this is impossible to explain over text. Google search lotus pods.. and those really really disgusting dried things that they sometimes stick in bouquets will show up and those things just make me want to curl up into a tiny ball and probably vomit. THE POINT BEING that this stupid octopus print I'm doing involves those suction cups on their tentacles and I didn't realize how awful they are until I googled octopus tentacles... I made a weird sound and hit the back button immediately, so no worries.

Sorry sorry back to work work work work work work

OH AND CONTRARY TO THAT FIRST PHOTOGRAPH i am not drinking southern comfort while working, don't be ridiculous