welcome to Jouranal (journal)

this is my blog. to just look at my painting etc then head over to my website and disregard this mess.
please note that the events described in this journal are highly fictionalised.

Friday, August 29, 2008

you wear that 80's after shave.... that was my brother's favorite drink

here are some unglazed plates. did some mass production today, it's definately the way to go.

i'm really enjoying pottery. and i realised there is no point in being an 'artist' because then i feel inadequate and shitty when i can't make work like other people.

the point is that i'm not picasso. or anyone else. i'd be a rubbish picasso. but i am the best mike that anyone can be and i need to paint what i want and what makes me happy.

so anyway. plates. me. a lane up a fucking hill that was a lot steeper than i fucking thought. and then my memory loss made me forget where i was again and that upset me. i don't get it really. oh well. hopefully the damage will repair.








Tuesday, August 26, 2008

2 new plates that aren't yet glazed

did these today. took a while to get warmed up. but there we go. need to find peace with myself. and value what i'm doing rather than relying on other people for inspiration or acceptance. my goodness i'm a penis.


Friday, August 22, 2008

yam paste (2008)

this is my new painting. i did it for a friend.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

roddy rod rod

i woke up. went to pottery. came home. did painting. had lunch.  touched myself. had a bath. freaked out. talked on skype. sat in bed watching trailer park boys and working on my website. and here we are.





Sunday, August 17, 2008

sleepless dreams (2008)

my new painting.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

ever get bored?

red book
comfort in
absence of blue bear
and
the other colours
green, white and yellow
under water twice
one note
one not
dreaming second as
in
red go under in white
under blue influence
in mass
zone horror
with positive bursting
air with sound
waves with thrash
sodden
drive
vague text
contact
but its
all getting a bit boring.

*******

white and red
lines on chest and side
in dream
state
piss
bottles ferment brown
as body fat leaves
and
at some point they form
and wilt
and disolve flicking in
the clear spirit
that smashes
at the train
station bus stop
and it's all
vague memories and drowning at 7 and 24
no day night commentary
it's erotic lighting
but fat
pale scarred
rots
in
mould
and soiled bed linen
bleed me at night
it leaks as they pop in
blue dusty circles
burnt in a dream state
raised flesh until drown 24
in nine
then disperse
but it's not over yet until 2
but that's not over either
not until 6.

***********

detritus
quiet please I'm working
on my steps
not upstairs
not downstairs
not into a shop
or a building of any kind
but I'm in the door of a room
an it's not yellow
like disappearing
into the blue
and the dust
and it's over
I am orange drink
into the bowl
into my cups
that you drink
from
some times
but I
am
a fan
cooling
heat on my head and sweat
on water wave book drawer
stamp stamp
no post to
day
but
it's a bag just for laundry.

**************


lemon horse shoe
turned inside
out
some
time it is turn
ed
upright again and because I am an apple
it's a sandwich I desire
but the blue bear has made the bread stale.
for too long.
now the world is the the lemon
and I am the sandwich.

**************

dialate
die latte
die late
samson whisper
fan burp
bret
breath
concrete sleep

Monday, August 11, 2008

paradise (2008)

yup. who knows.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

i'm so talented it scares me

Finished my third album and did a grotty lo-fi cover for it. i rule.

it's on here (not for the easily offended)

www.semenclaw.info

god i wish everyone would fucking shut up

yeah. pretty much.

Saturday, August 09, 2008

Friday, August 08, 2008

everybody loves pop muzak

screen shot from the music video i'm making

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

me

mike mike mike mike.

i am the air

tube tube tube/ music/tube/dream/cake/salmon.

walk walk walk.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

all i'm hearing is my own echo...

my voice is flying into nowhere and i'm feeling confused.

Monday, August 04, 2008

Sunday, August 03, 2008

bronze casting... oh yes.

once again too tired to make a commentary. but i will say that i nearly soiled myself when the bronze was being poured. scary. the heat was ridiculous.

my sculpture needs finishing and mounting. then i'll post some photos.

it's based on a t-shirt i drew on. which was inspired by a neutral milk hotel song.















Saturday, August 02, 2008

how to make a cat when you aren't a god.

i am the lemon man and i slice myself up and jump in your glass of coke.