this person is making an artwork for crows on a snow-covered 1949 nash. when the piece is finished the crows will create a design in the snow with tracks and feces. when the snow melts some scratches on the rusty surfaces of the car will remain as a souvenir.
this person is building a sheet-metal-sound-sculpture that blows around in the breeze. they're really sick of all the phallic-shit-sculpture they see on this blog. there is a pink rubber membrane that muffles the rumbling. but it's hard to keep it attached to the metal. the split black pipe that pinches it together keeps popping off. but at least it doesn't scare away the animals like the big phalli do.
this person is making tomato-tower-balloon-sculptures that dress up this barren, manicured landscape. apparently this is someone who doesn't know about the beauty of the lone sapling. obviously they didn't read what Ann wrote about a blotchy blob. Ann is a great writer who once got mixed up with crazy-manitowoc-types. buy her books!
this person wondered around until they felt evil-eye-presence (you get more of it when you're out there stark naked) and then used a small spade to make a word-art-piece on a mowed lawn. you can try this yourself (although i take no responsibility for engaging in illegal actions). wait until the ground is thawed though.
horse-collar-elongated-toilet-made-of-old-meat-form hovering above a lake. if you find this kinda dirty and fun and that's a good thing you may want to check out this former students of ours blog. never saw that awesome missing persons video with the white bedsheets before. here's Fariha's real art. she is one of my favorite people of all time.
this is that thing where a radioactive war-of-the-worlds guy pops through your open window and licks your milk-glass-ware collection. you can have good, wholesome fun like this in real life by dropping by the Kohler Art Center in sheboygan and coming to one of the little workshops we're doing. here's a link.
a really ugly and vain big yellow cat in her bedroom. again, the altered postcard thing we're doing at the workshops. here's a link to a watercolor blog by Naomi, a former lawrence student. Naomi did one of my favorite student projects ever, critiquing the commodity culture cross-imperialism of KFC in an intimate, touching way. often i feel teaching is the biggest waste of a lifetime but when you start thinking about the good kids and how you can share your ideas and they can go further with them and contribute to the greater continuum of knowledge and all... it's quite a wonderful privilege.
think everybody might know a person who likes to get naked, strap on some deer antlers, and go out into the snow and get a little too friendly with some trees (might be you or me). this is the first in a series of altered postcards, building up to our workshops at the Kohler in sheboygan.
a clumsy little gouache of julie with her jagstang. she's creating a stringy, furry aura.
here's a video version, recorded just before julie's haircut.
here's an old seldom-watched rock video of rock video featuring a song where julie dictated most of the lyrics and recorded the original dummy track. she makes a brief celebrity appearance at the end.
made this last night after we played guitars, which we do every evening julie physically can. she's been playing a jagstang, which is light enough that it doesn't create a super-lot of abdominal pain, but i wish i still had the virtually weightless 60s rick 330 i had as a kid for her. in this vision the music is making some spruce trees radiate.
thought it might be time to do something seasonal here. here's a fleshy-orifice-form in a christmas tree field.
kinda reminds us of our semi-seldom-watched film/video of a rotating aluminum tree with a vintage pleasuring device, in glorious vintage youtube quality.
instead of doing "smeary sketches blog" i decided to sprinkle some in with the watercolors. i used to have a lot of apocalyptic dreams, where often the sky would split into two skies, but i never was really able to draw that. the horizontal tornado was a theme too, and much easier to draw. since julie hasn't been feeling well the dreams stopped, but i have this anxious feeling a little bit all the time.
here's a moldy oldie i found in a sketchbook. a gouache i made during a life drawing class. 2005? i know i was suppose to go around the classroom and erase the parts i thought the kids are doing wrong instead of doing this painting, but sorry, doesn't everyone know that the stupid teacher is going to give the exactly wrong advice and knock the talent out of anyone with potential? (by trying to "adopt their work to some old standard of what is right"-Bob Watt) i see Justine with her funky ponytail at the far right. super intense, amazing student. the skater kid on the left was good too. remember setting this up with a diffuser and black background to avoid the ugly multiple shadows from the spotlights. i am sure this was wasted energy but it made this little painting more dramatic.
here's a semi-seldom-watched film we made of JJ, a teacher that had a huge impact on me. JJ has just written a fantastic book on Warhol's films, The Black Hole of the Camera. oddly, it was mildly criticized for being too authoritative in its interpretations of artistic intent, but what i feel i really learned from JJ was that authority was mostly an illusion. we put this film together about five years before he did the book, so it seems weirdly prophetic with the warhol influenced flowers and all, but the warhol vibe was always a part of JJ. somehow my sitar playing seems less terrible here.