After several years of posting my thoughts and life events to Facebook, I’m making a conscious effort to withdraw from the platform as much as possible. This post is part explanation and part welcome. If you’re not interested in rambling, disjointed thoughts on social media, life in general and content creation, just skip this and go watch some cat videos. 🙂
You can click on each image to see it full size. A link to a PDF of this letter is at the bottom of this post, as are links to all the social media sites I plan on using in the future. And, the comments section is below if you want to say “hi.”
For this assignment, professor Jenny Chi wanted us to work in pastels and create a diptych or triptych – some multi-piece work. I decided to combine the still life with my autobiography and a less-than-subtle homage to a painter I admired.
I have worked in printing, design and photography for most of my life, so I wanted to use colors representing the 4-color printing process – CMYK (Cyan, Magenta, Yellow and Black), and combine that with a composition from Piet Mondrian, whose work has been incredibly influential in design.
The painting I referenced was Mondrian’s Composition with Large Red Plane, Yellow, Black, Grey and Blue, 1921. Each of the areas of the grid was colored with pastel to match as closely as possible the original grid pattern.
Interestingly, there are no direct equivalents to Cyan and Magenta in pastel crayons. So I had to carefully lighten my colors with white when needed to make them closer approximations to the real colors.
My original idea was to somehow split the composition into several smaller pieces to meet the assignment instructions. Fortunately, Prof. Chi convinced me to leave the original drawing intact, and instead draw a color test strip that hangs next to the larger piece as the second part of the diptych.
Working on this project required a lot of calculations and planning before completing the drawing. It also contained the germ of the idea that would become my final project for the class.
Picture above is the plaster sculpture I created for the final project in my 3D Foundations class. This was probably the most fun assignment of the entire class, because the assignment details were basically create something in a 7×7 plaster medium as a relief. The colors somewhat obscure the look, but there are two human figures and the organic floating things are supposed to be synapses and dendrites. Make of that what you will.
I wrote this in January on a Thursday at Open Mic Night, and then read it to the crowd before performing my song “Grow.” (see an early video for the song at the end of this post)
My favorite musicians have always been outsiders: Bob Mould, a pudgy punk rock screamer; Richard Thompson, A geeky, angular Brit; Ani DiFranco, angry femme folk rocker; Todd Snider, Stoner folk/Americana.
I never went in for the hair metal bands for obvious reasons.
But I was in a band, a band named Roadside Prophets.
The lead guitarist had perfect pitch. He had perfectly coiffed hair, and could pick up a song on one listen.
The rhythm guitarist, Mark, was a friend of mine. He was a country guy who was into guns and roses and could talk his way into and out of anything. Once, he was 2 hours late for band practice.
Mark complained that he wasn’t as good as Slash or Stevie Ray Vaughan. But he had the look. I mean, he looked like a rocker – tattooed arms, greasy long hair, lanky figure with a Les Paul and a Marshall half-stack.
I’ve never looked like a rocker. I look like … a professor. So I was the bass player.
But I thought about something that I heard about Stevie Ray Vaughan, that while he was learning guitar, he would lock himself in his room for 6 to 8 hours at a time practicing.
I told Mark “Fine. You want to be like Stevie Ray Vaughan? Then lock yourself in your room for 6 to 8 hours at a time and practice.” You can’t be Stevie Ray Vaughan if you don’t have his work ethic.
Mark never did get as good at Stevie Ray Vaughn at guitar. He’d bought a bass fishing boat last I’d heard and was looking forward to spending time on the lake.
Last semester. I enrolled in an art class. I have always drawn things, mainly doodles in class, but occasionally I would try to do more polished drawings. In college I made a D in the only drawing class back in the stone ages the 1980s.
This time I decided I would work on it for real.
We have this perverse outlook and our culture that to be someone you need to play the part. We spend on exercise equipment camping supplies golf clubs cooking equipment all so that we can be a Golfer or a cook our camper or fit. And then that feeling that the urge passes and we have a cop closet full of once was that we will sell on eBay or send to the surplus store one day period.
But if you really have a passion for that thing it will come back. It will whisper in your ear and you’ll find a way to make room for it
Because you don’t need new equipment you don’t need a new outfit and a new hairdo. You have a voice, You can say sing. You have a pencil and paper you can be an artist
how do you become an artist? Start being
In life drawing class, we have been learning about subtractive drawing. That’s where the whole canvas is covered in charcoal and you use your eraser to reveal the areas where light hits the subject of your drawing. Someone told me once that you make time for the things you care about. Using the subtract process, take away the things that are hiding your light. Make time. Be.
Well, this is my third WP install here. I’m going to be repopulating content slowly. Hopefully this one will stick.