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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.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Interesting is a subjective word, but...

I've been thinking a lot about the way i want to work, and while I enjoy working with other mediums, I am predominantly a painter. drawing and ceramics fall into second nature to this over arching fact. skills can be acquired to support more interesting dynamics and 'canvasses' to paint on, but i am a painter. This is most important. Short term goals are to get a good painting studio set up with the ability to create ceramics as a secondary goal. because i don't want to be a potter. I am a painter, who in addition to painting on boards, canvas etc also builds forms out of clay and paints on them.




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This is quite cool that i found on Zehra Khan's website.


First Exhibition of International Artists

Kirkpatrick-Durham, Scotland

May 29 , 30 & 31 2010

First Exhibition of International Artists

Xiang Silou, China

Chen Yuping,

Ivanco A. Talevski, Macedonia,

Andy Warhol, U.S.A.

Zehra Khan, U.S.A.

Trevor McElnea, Ireland,

George Birrell, Scotland,

Mike Bromage, England,

George Wilkin, Ireland

Also on show for the first time will be

exceptional crafted woodturning by

Rob. Watson, Glenkens


Friday, January 28, 2011

Bi monthly sushi consuming.

Every two months I try to eat sushi because it makes you indestructible*


*a lie






don't get this. it is fucking horribly spicey. i liked the old spicy tuna but this gives me like post traumatic mouth hallucinations when i see the picture or think of it.








this is a pretty rare sushi that is best eaten in the back of a car at night.

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Thursday, January 27, 2011

Today i'm making more effort to use bad spelling and grammar.

Swathe cheese roll. And bacon.


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maybe today or more maybe

Bulbs like in my painting. Then a censored incredibly sexual graphic calendar in a warehouse shop run by a nice old man. You could see the poor girl's kidneys. Then had mac doña. Then did some other awful crap. I feel like a death squad soldier.


















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Not sure i used enough fragile tape.


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Tuesday, January 25, 2011

i had it all the way up to my hair line.

i read this quote:

"Modern art is no longer the only field in which the deliberate breaking of taboos is the central motivation. It now appears in fields as disparate (and socially important) as commercial advertising; sports, pornography, music and other activities that privilege "performance" and increasingly rely upon specialized pharmaceuticals (Viagra, Human Growth Hormones, steroids, amphetamines and so forth); scientific research, but especially in the fields of "bio-technology," genetic modifications, mutations, and cloning; and the strategic planning and execution of military campaigns. Each one of these fields is, in its way, an "extreme" art that seeks to "shock and awe." Taken together, these various fields constitute a kind of official art, indeed, the official, State-sponsored art of the twenty-first century. "

I can't think of a better explanation as to why 'art' should be a positive experience.

This is what we call a period of adjustment.

Elements have altered and I'm questioning what the possibilities for the future are. I have paintings that now I feel like I want to keep because I might never paint like it again. But that is distraction. I am not painting much because I'm bot smoking and I don't want to go in the garage much. I've also fallen in love with an album to the point that I don't want to anything but listen to it.

I've got some posting to do tomorrow or sorting. But mainly I'm going to the beach alone to lose myself for a while.




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Saturday, January 22, 2011

Dust piggies shop and stuff

My comic the dust piggies has got a second book coming out soon, The book will be officially announced along with the details of the foreword. Which will be very different to the previous foreword, written by anti folk legend kimya dawson. (remember it's only name dropping if I omit her surname)

The dust piggies online store is available from the dust piggies website. Along with some stuff which will soon become LOADS of stuff. That will be some diy products, Zines, books, badges and other stuff.



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Friday, January 21, 2011

Pachow.

Continuing with the inventory of work. Which is taking ages. I'm consolidating my work and it is heavy when it's all together.

I watched a fascinating documentary last night about Tom of finland. It was a very inspiring to hear an interview with a illustrator and artist.










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Thursday, January 20, 2011

Buns.

Made some buns.






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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

I feel like the Pablo Escobar of badges

More dust piggies badges. Now with a chad badge.


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Imagine this was posted yesterday.

My brother phoned me mid-post and it got deleted. I can't remember what I wrote originally. I'm trying to take inventory of my paintings. So I know what is where.












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Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Did some shit

Did some stuff. Made some plays in big tony's sausage racket. Made a few moves on the street. Starting to inventory my work which is 4 years in the doing. Or something.


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Monday, January 17, 2011

Count mikular.

This must be why I can't sleep. That and my kidneys hurt. But it's ok. Probably. I can't sleep or work. I feel like I'm waiting for someone to return home. But they aren't coming.



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Sunday, January 16, 2011

The yawning casm of my bedside

I don't like painting a bit at the moment. Or I did. But now I've had enough. I have been getting into jazz tap recently, my jazz tap lessons are taking up a lot of my time and energy. My feet have started shrinking a bit. Mainly because in order to get into my jazz tap shoes i've been wrapping my feet in fishy cling film.



At the next stop she will be there (2011)

My Brother: the sea and the air (2011)

Flies learning to die properly (2011)

Music that cannot be heard (2011)

Mourning female mantis (2011)

Antacid Whistle (2011)

If a tree falls in the day and I see and hear it, then wait..

Got some work done. Bed time.


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Tonight fanta will be the glue

Painting. I've finished the first 60x60 in a while. Hopefully it will look good in day light. I have the last 5 40x40 boards completed and will photo and publish them on here once I am ready.

Started a new painting. Which is underpainting at the moment. But if I progress really far on it will depend on the drying of the underpainting. Which has gone on thick and bright. Which means I'll probably be clawing my finger nails out my 3.30am.



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Saturday, January 15, 2011

Painting. Late.

Got some inhibitions down and made some really honest and uninhibited work.

Which is grand. Probably terrible though...


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Thursday, January 13, 2011

Cube and sausage

Painted a cube. It was a lengthy process. Took a long time on it.
Thought a lot. Listened to music.















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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Broadcast beach

Jessy took this picture last summer when i was spending lots of time on the beach. that was good. i want to live on the beach. this is one of the images that i drew / painted that will go in my new book imaginatively working titled as : 'postcards of the beach'. which might be the best working title i've ever heard.



If Little Otik was a toaster (2011)

Pictorial metaphor essay

If you can work it out then email someone who cares. Clue, it's in reverse.















P.s It's not a metaphor.

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