No. 14

Whoa dreamhouse. Shiiiiiit.

Okay I know this isn't visual art-related, but it is relevant to me.
If I run into one more person from a local band that we used to play with and they ask me if I'm still playing shows and I have to say no, I'm going to stab my own face in.
Since The Epilogue broke up, I haven't played a real show myself and I'm losing my mind about it. Last show was in May of 2010. What the hell.

I figure if I say it in somewhat public that I've resolved to finally record my own record, instead of just saying it to myself every few weeks, I'll actually get off my ass and do it.
So if you are reading this, you are a witness, and if you haven't heard about a record being released by the end of this year, you have permission to hit me in the face if you see me.

No. 13

I feel morally obligated to whore these two ladies, as they're both so talented in their respective ways and more people need to know about them.

The first is the lovely Jodi Tellier. She has a wicked style and one day I'm going to get her to show me how she draws both hair and flowers, cause it's ridiculous and I don't even get how she does it. Anyway, she's super good and has done work for bands and local events and all kinds of stuff, and you should buy paintings and drawings from her. She's so wonderful.
http://www.ourdarling.tumblr.com/

Then we have the awesome Kathy Roussel. Kathy's a photographer in Ottawa, and she's shot like a billion bands, both local and otherwise. She shot my old band one time and I just did a shoot with her for a portraity thing, and she's so awesome. She works a Mamiya like no other. Follow her blog and hit her up if your band needs press shots ever.
http://www.kathyrousselphotographs.tumblr.com/


That is all. You're welcome.

No. 12

Mnueghhhhhhhhhh.

Here are some paintings from class. Not a fan of either of them.

I can't seem to break out of the amateur range. Everything I'm doing looks like a student did it. It's really annoying.

This is some model girl.



The teacher was being a bitch to only me for some reason, so I painted her like this. She doesn't look so Spanish in real life.

No. 11

SSSSigh. Firstly, the 's' key on my keyboard is being a dirty little bitch, so if I omit a few 's's throughout this post, it's not just because I have a lisp, it's that my computer does too.

Secondly, I rediscovered pizza pocketss today.

I should really just end this post here because pizza pockets are all that are important in life anymore anyway. I keep calling them 'pizza pops' though, which is kind of embarassing. I feel like a geriatric.

So I came to the conclusion that the easiest way to set up a blog portion of my still-being-constructed-website-due-to-my-own-lack-of-organization is to just keep on trucking with this one and just link it from my site. Which means I think less work for my brother, who's building my website, but I don't actually know if it's less work or not because I am technologically-retarded these days.

Anyway, let's just pretend I never tried to ditch this homey, cozy blog and set up camp elsewhere. HERE WE ARE TO STAY. I guess. Unless my brother figures out some nifty way to make one that's included in my site. This is all so irrelevant. This blog was meant for arting!

So arting I will.

Pretty sure I broke my tailbone. By the way. Just fyi.

Okay okay okayokayokayokaoykaokoakyokay so what is new. Um. I am in my second semester of arty school. It's going alright. Mostly I want to kill everyone while I'm there, but then I leave and come home and realize I had a fun day being forced to make stuff. It's kind of shitty because my painting teacher seems to only critique us on our work based on her likes, and not on how we're progressing within our own respective styles. I'm finding myself painting super messy and loosely, which I guess is a good thing because I need to loosen up and paint bigger anyway, but I just feel all super scattered in terms of my "artistic goals" and what I even like, aesthetically, anymore. Mostly I'm just so busy all the time that I don't have time to think about what kind of stuff I want to paint for myself, and not for class.
Oh well. There'll be time for that in the summer. You know, when I'll still be working 7 days a week. I really shouldn't complain.

My ass is straight up broken.

Okay I guess I'll post stuff. Errrr.
These are paintings and sketchbookings from the last like four months I guess. Oh I'm gonna include stuff from the art show I had in the summer, which I never ended up posting about, but was fucking awesome and such a wonderful time.

These guys are both me.

Snot done yet.


This is a triptych. You can tell because of the three separate canvases. Yup. It's for this dude Mike from this band Today I Caught The Plague. Fuck my life they are good. See them if they're playing anywhere near you.

This was for class last semester. I don't like it. Stoked that they give us dead animals to paint though. Even if they're not real. Oh, now that I mention it, should anyone want to send me taxidermy, you know, if you just have some kicking around, I will gladly accept. Antlers of any sort count.

This was for class last semester too, and I can't quite remember what the assignment was, except that my teacher didn't like it.

Drarrin at wark.


Mrs Claus waitin up for Santa. Who is late.

Hai.

Apparently the word 'obey' is really overused in the art world. But I'm really out of step with anything modern so I don't care because I love Rosewood too much to erase it. Also I used like 6B or something. That shit's never coming off.

I don't know quite what's going on here but I would guess that the rabbit is an old beggar man rabbit who is about to steal some food or coin money from someone but this here guard dog's keeping watch.

THIS FUCKING THING IS TAKING FOREVER. I have to upload everything like two at a time because it can't handle my drawings. I hatechooooo blogspot.

Know that it's taking me like an hour to get this fucking entry posted.

Totally normal body.

Cobraish goose. Had some trouble with the neck tharr.

Elefanttt.

He's walkin le plank.

A fine example of why you spray your work with fix. Never got around to finishing this and then it got all uggo. It's supposed to be Julie Christmas, who I pretty much listen to exclusively while painting these days, with few exeptions.

Okay there are more, but I can't take my steadily failing keyboard, tailbone and ability to not fetch the pizza popckets.

FAIR THEE WELL for now. I guess I'll be returning.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLY. It's like I died.
And I did a little bit, and that's because they make me use charcoal sometimes at school. And that goddamned screechy sound, like a bunch of seagulls burning alive, KILLS ME.

Anyway, I'm not actually dead, I just kind of forgot about this place. I'm getting my brother make me a real website, but I keep procrastinating on sending him the necessary shit to build it. I would kill for a pizza right now. I'm not even remotely hungry.

Err, uhh, ahhhhhm.
OKAY.
So I've been drawing like a fucker. I got a job at the tattoo shop where my sleeve was done. It's basically the best thing in the entire world, and I feel so guilty for having that job when everyone else I know has shit jobs. I really do feel bad, because I'm honestly so lucky to have gotten it. I get to draw all day long. Around retardedly amazing artists who tell me when things look fucked up so that I can try to fix them. It's like being in school, except way better because we listen to better music and attractive people come and go all day. And I like my boss's art, ..like more than anything.. which is more than I can say about my teachers' work, none of which I've even seen before.

I'm having trouble with the king's english.
I'm so tired. Scribbledeebop.
Um. So I may not post on here again. This is a tentative goodbye post. I'm hoping to get off my ass and send my brother the stuff he needs so I can get my real site up and going and then I can ramble some more.

BUT FOR THE MEAN TIME. Things that are important: I am learning a lot a lot. It's all really frustating but also awesome and enlightening and I really hope I'm getting better and I just can't see it yet. School's going well. I have straight A's. It's nice. Err. Uhh. I draw bigger now. I paint bigger too. Um.

I DONT KNOW I'm going to sleep.

GOODBYEFOREVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrberp.

No. 10

What's up, gangsters.

HAVIN A BIG OL' ART SHOW. I'm actually so psyched for this one, because I think strangers may actually show up. It's going to be outside, behind my house, in the parking lotty type thing. There will be bands and musical types [still yet to be determined/confirmed who] playing throughout the night, and then I'll leave that stage area open with a mic and a PA for whoever wants to assault our ears. Acoustic open mic night at Timothy's style. YOU KNEW THEY'D NEVER DIE. And you were right. They were just relocated. And will continue to relocate.

Anyways, guys, shut up about the music, okay? Let's get back to the arty business of this shindig. So like, yea. I'm painting like a fucking lunatic and I anticipate getting no sleep for the rest of August.

OH. RIGHT. I'm going to the Ottawa School of Art in September. That's what this whole art shit show is about. I need to get money. The school sounds so wonderful and is actually really affordable, considering the tuition of other art schools, or like..going to fucking university for art, but I'm still pretty poor.

And I'm going to have to still work full-time while going to school, so this means I will have no life and likely never sleep again. But I'm so stoked for it. ANYWAY. Yea. JESUS man..I have had wayyy too much coffee to be posting right now.

IN ANY CASE. If you see this, and you're not a murderer, you need to swing by 871 Somerset and go to the back and check this out on the 28th of August, which is a Saturday, at 8pm, where I will be tipping cheap wine down your gullets. Yea, you like it.