Friday, June 29, 2018
Friday, April 14, 2017
At the Phoenix Museum of Art I encountered what is my favorite work of art. Nothing before has ever resonated with me like this piece. It by Arizona artist Lew Davis and is titled: Little Boy Lives in a Copper Camp -1939 - oil on canvas. If I could have one work of art to look upon every day of my life it would be this. In the boy's expression you see the longing for a life that will never be. How much potential, how much imagination how much life and dreams of young boys and girls have been squandered for the benefit of the power mongers? He wears loose fitting pants and has no shirt, thus no pride, no identity, no hope. I think of all the children who's lives are ruined every day and I am filled with sadness and rage.
Friday, February 10, 2017
à la poupée plate is part of the Pipelines and Borderlines portfolio exchange project in which I had previously participated in with the piece Atra Mors. This 3rd iteration of the portfolio is based on actual stories of the havoc that extreme energy extraction has wrought on the environment, communities and people's lives. I chose to depict the fuel train derailment in 2014 that obliterated the Canadian town of Lac-Mégantic and took the lives of 47 people including children. These derailments and oil spills are worsening every year. From 1975-2012 a total of 800,000 gallons of crude oil had been spilled in US derailments. In 2013 alone over 1.15 million gallons had been spilled. Our blind dependence on fossil fuels is literally destroying peoples lives and livelihoods. The title is taken by the town's coroner who was quoted as saying that the 47 people killed had died "A Violent Death."
Saturday, May 28, 2016
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
These four images act as companion pieces to the etching series "The Four" which include Setting the Precedent, The Condition of Postmodernity, Kierkegaard's Dilemma and The Ultimate View. Where we were once looking through the character's eyes, we are now looking directly at him as he lives out a typical life. Our default state, one we are born into and thus easily reverted to, is fear. The pain of hardship and failure is constantly looming over our heads. We feel immense sorrow when confronted with our mortality and the burden in places on those closest to us. At the end there is nothing but fury for the unfairness and cruelty of existence.
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
This etching makes up the writer aspect from the series: The Arts. The desire for composing the "Great American Novel" is something that runs deep for many creative individuals. It is driven by the false myth that anyone can write a book and the delusion of riches and fame that come with writing a best seller. This is because of the mentality of the post Oprah's book club environment, coupled with the successes of poorly written drivel for young adults caused by Hollywood's push for properties that they can mine for movies. The result is countless MFA's in writing who end up working as barristas and writing blogs hoping they get noticed. In addition, those writers who really wish to stand out play literary shenanigans with format and structure trying desperately to attract an ever increasingly dumbed down and attention deficit public.
Sunday, March 9, 2014
The greatest stain left on history during the 20th century is the undeniably horrific use of genocide as a political tool and military tactic. From the Armenian Genocide through the Holocaust and the Khmer Rouge through Darfur, the 20th century was by far the bloodiest in human history. The unfortunate thing is that the grip from the shadow of the past has held fast and is showing strong signs of continuing unabated going into the 21st century. This piece was conceived for a tattoo based exhibition by imagining the sickening use of the bureaucratic efficiency employed by the Nazis to brand prisoners in the death camps. It portrays but a small portion of all the known recorded genocides. While the numbers killed are accurate to the best of my knowledge, they are more or less is irrelevant, for our collective humanity is forever stained by the ideologies that spawned the hatred to commit these acts in the first place.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Monday, October 14, 2013
Sunday, August 11, 2013
These five graphite line drawings when complete will be part of a portfolio series I am creating depicting the artist studio. I host a live model session every Monday night for 4 years now and I felt it appropriate to document the process and participating artists in a way that pays homage to the artistic practice of painting/drawing one's studio space.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
This etching is titled "The Paragon of hope" and is dedicated to those individuals who spend their lives in the service of healing others. Nurses, nurses aides, home health caretakers, hospice workers and hospital staff are the unsung heroes of medicine. While physicians, surgeons, specialists and therapists are the conductors of the healing arts and the recipients of all the glory, it is the former group that executes the process. They alleviate discomfort and pain and help eliminate the paralysing fear that patients and their loved ones feel when the undefinable burden of severe illness afflicts one. Their presence brings light and hope and they are truly the most vital individuals for any functional society to have. It is a travesty that there are far too few nurses in this country and that many who practice are overworked and woefully underpaid, especially the home health care workers, many who receive wages that are the equivalent of less than $ 1.25 per hour. They never give up because they believe in what they do but they are taken advantage of by the profiteers in the industrial-health care complex and that is an unacceptable sin for us to let persist.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
I chose to execute this image of Lindsey with graphite pencil as opposed to charcoal so that I would have more precise control on depicting the various patterns and textures of the fabrics. Her "Lady Jack" outfit in charcoal had velvet, satin, lace and feather boa, which was a nightmare to get right in charcoal without interfering with the each other. This maid outfit had a translucent lace skirt and the fine detail of the lace really called for the precision that graphite allows. A taxing process on the arm and hand to be sure, but once you get into a healthy rythym the results are just right. One must take care to not overdue each passing as it is easy to give in and burnish the darks or push too thick of a line, especially as the arm fatigues. Pay attention to keeping lines consistant and clean and the pencils well sharpened, not neglecting to switch the pencil grades when necessary.