a moldy pear on stilts, a picture of confidence

making abstract art about sex can be really liberating in some regards, and very confusing in others. you start throwing colors on the canvas, with the idea of reflecting specific ideas in non-objective ways, and you start to see patterns emerge. fantasies unfurl and you get wrapped up in them, and soon the image introduces itself to you, and you realize that there are things in it you’ve never once thought about. that’s pretty indicative of abstraction in general, but when it applies to something as personal as sex, it’s hard to untangle yrself from the knot of possibility that you don’t know yrself nearly as well as you thought you did.

kind of what looking at artist-in-residence programs feels like.

there are those nights that I’m not sure why I bother.

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pin in that shit.

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I’ve never wanted to not live in Alabama as badly as I do right now.

Just rolled on over to yourscenesucks.com. It’s pretty hilarious to look at it now, becuz I’d say at least half of those trends are as dead as they can be.

In that none of them are asshats playing ukeleles.

God, I hate ukeleles.

hammerito:

I think we all know Joey B. brought this one home.

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hehehehehehehe

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figuring out what people respond to is easy if you’re out to shock. figuring out what people want to take home with them is much harder.

My first legit gallery show in Birmingham is tomorrow night. I haven’t yet exhibited here in a gallery that is just a gallery, full-time. I’m oddly not nervous - yet - but I am really excited to see what ends up happening. I’ve already given myself a haircut in preparation. The timing kinda sucks, becuz UAB’s BFA show part 2 is the same night, as is Justin Butts’ show at Bottletree. However, I’ll take what I can get. The longer those paintings are on a wall besides here at home, the better.

I’m thinking about a few other series of paintings I want to make. I’ve got three I’m slowly working on, that work as companion pieces, but of course, I’m not saying what they’re about. (I’ve done the “mysterious guy” hardcore thing long enough, no reason to change now that I’m making more of an attempt with something besides music.) I will say that their working titles are The Warehouse, The Forest and The Motel, the last of which has the most work done on it, so far. It also marks my first foray into using texture pastes, specifically, Golden’s Light Molding Paste, but I’m cutting it with glazing liquid and paint, so it’s not the super thick applications everyone’s used to seeing.

I have a few paintings in an opening at Art Folk Gallery, here in Birmingham, on Friday. If you’re nearby, I’d love to see yr face. It’s from 5-9, but I won’t get there until about 6, probably. UAB’s BFA show part deux is also that night, and I got a few horses in that race.

It should be noted that my condominium (becuz that’s what I live in - a condominium) smells like sauteed onions and spray varnish, which is to say, Shane hates living with me for the moment.

Life seems so busy right now.