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I have a passion for filling in space on paper with ballpoint pen. Will you hire me?
lonely lovelyDSC_0799smallBallpoint pen on matte board. Around 20 x 15 inches.


Some Stuff

Lately while exercising or at work (doing mindless tasks) I think of embarassing things I’ve said or done in the past. College courses and awkward moments at previous jobs often come to mind. Sometimes even comments I’ve made online or crap from high school permeate the brain! Some people laugh out loud when they remember a funny joke and I wish I could laugh but instead when I remember these embarrassing moments (or become embarrassed about something that wasn’t embarrassing at the time) I tend to literally grit my teeth and moan out loud as if I had a stomach ache. I know these memories don’t mean much but for some reason they keep coming back to me. So I thought, what if I post something that I knew was embarrassing or that I am a little insecure about simply to get it off my chest. Maybe, in some weird way, it will help all the other embarrassments go away. Diminish them a little? Make them void?

Probably not… here is a statement I wrote (semi) recently:

And here is a short list (if nothing else, that statement proves that I can certainly write a list) of things I find embarrassing about the statement:

1) I forgot the “the” at the end of the first paragraph. 2) The very last sentence reminds me of that old cliche, “If a tree falls down in the forest and nobody is around to hear it, does it still make a sound?” (or something like that). And 3) it’s soooo flippin’ dramatic. I mean, that whole first paragraph? Artists get pretty serious about their content but some (namely me) have a hard time making it relate-able without sounding all sappy and super self-important.

And here is something a little less embarrassing but applicable:

Digital is Physical

Yeah, so, I recently made this Super Basic Drawing App (please go play with it!). I also made the drawing below.

The Super Basic Drawing App(!) was made with Processing. The drawing below (above) is (not too big) x (a little bigger) made with pen and mechanical pencil on matte board.


A Rectangle is Not a Square

A square is a rectangle, a rectangle is a parallelogram, a parallelogram is a quadrilateral, a quadrilateral is a polygon. But a rectangle is not always a square.

The definition of individual objects in order to identify them is fascinating to me, especially when the object is organic or more complex.  Like, my face is a face, but a face is not always my face.  I wonder what rules the programs that run Google maps go by in order to recognize a face as a face.  Or how Facebook can literally identify and differentiate between your friends when you upload a picture of them.  I honestly don’t find it creepy that computers are able to do this, but it makes me wonder how complex our brains are in order to be able to recognize a seemingly infinite amount of objects and patterns so easily.  And we are practically born with this ability!  It reminds me of that cartoonish idea of the newborn animal that claims the first living thing it sees as “mother.”

Ball-point pen on illustration board, 16 in by 20 in.

p.s.  You might be able to see a faded cross section in the picture and it’s the result of taking four separate scans and then piecing them together on the computer.  I’ve photographed my work and that always seems to turn out pretty bad, soooo, anybody got any ideas of where I can go to scan larger works in the whole?

Water, Rocks, and Concrete

Ball-point pen and mechanical pencil on three sheets of 12″ x 9″ watercolor paper.

Every time I’ve ever made a piece of art I’ve had some grand master plan. I’ve always attempted to create work that explains some ridiculously complex concept with an eagerness to show that its complexity can be smashed into one single form.  I’ve constantly wanted to unveil some glorious/important observation that “hasn’t yet been discovered” and as a result I’ve only revealed an ego that finds my ideas more important than others. In the end, this futile attempt at showing how much I know only shows how much I don’t.

And lately, as I stare at rocks, mountains, lakes, and oceans and then at translations made of sheets of paper and black lines I realize that what I thought I knew about the world was different and is constantly changing.  I hardly understand anything about this place.

Maybe when making art it’s better to learn something true than to prove something big.


Can our sight take up physical space? Is there such thing as spiritual space? Perception or inception? Leo, am I being pretentious?

Art Failure + 1!

So this weekend is the opening for the Tucson Biennial.  I submitted three drawings but was declined (boo hiss!). Oh well, you win some and you lose some.  The van drawing was added for fun.