Silver Thread.

Torche t-shirt redo; much much happier with how it turned out but I'm not holding my breath. Still, there's another submission in the works, and hopefully something positive will result between the two of them.

Arctic Exile.

I think my surroundings have been rubbing off on me more than I anticipated. Spring me from this icy prison, please.








In-between job-hunting, painting, and getting back into producing (major timewaster, I'll dedicate a future post to this), I'm duding up a couple shirts for Torche right now, yeehaw! I knocked one out maybe three months ago but it wasn't approved, and I decided to rework it from my original ink drawing because it reeked of a rush job. When all's said and done, it should look like an umbilical cord (think astral projection, not disembowelment). And if you think that's nasty, then just you wait - the second design will be the nastiest. If you're familiar with the band, then, well, you know...



Postscript: Things have been a little wonky with this blog, with the redesign and with me transferring it to my own server. Some of the functionality and conveniences of hosting it with Blogger are sadly gone, but it's a work in progress, bear with me and I'll make it worth your while, promise.

The Wilderness of Mirrors (Part 1)

Back in December my former landlord back in Virginia asked if I'd be interested in creating a piece of art for her, based off a drawing she'd seen in an old sketchbook of mine. I'd never been approached about this kind of thing by someone I wasn't related to or already good friends with; it was my first legitimate commission and I immediately agreed, even though I hadn't actually painted in years, and with full knowledge that I've never had the necessary patience or craft when it came to painting. I always kind of sucked at it. But I was also kind of broke. Now, two-and-a-half months and 14 conniption fits later, and I can finally see the finish line in sight. I've taken a few photos along the way to track the progress, a glimpse behind the often intentionally-enigmatic artistic veneer. My granddad used to say "never let them see you sweat," but that's provided you have a reason to sweat in the first place. Art isn't really fun by definition but it's not quite work either. It's meditative and revelatory, and that means there should be no curtains or facades.

Also, a word of advice: don't buy art supplies from sketchy online wholesalers on the other side of the country.