Wednesday, January 20, 2010
A Beautiful Skateboard Design
This is a big wow. The whole "Obey" design system is a beautiful brand. Check it out.
There's Something So Cool about Seeing Your Sketch on a Shirt
I've been drawing these circus folks for a while now and have started to work them up on sweatshirts. The sketched look on gymnasium grey is a very cool look. I am trying to experiment with images on clothes, looking for a company that will let you do jeans. Haven't found that yet!
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Sunday, January 10, 2010
The American Cirque Series
I have started a major project for 2010 - The American Cirque Series.
In this series I am focusing on acrobats as metaphoric figures for America. Here is a little video sketchbook that introduces the series. Paintings will start to post soon. The sketches are done in a Moleskine sketchbook. I belong to a thriving artists community call http://www.skineart.com/ and you will find 1000s of artists from around the world sketching in the same kind of book. The mini movie below features pages from my Moleskine that is dedicated to this series.
In this series I am focusing on acrobats as metaphoric figures for America. Here is a little video sketchbook that introduces the series. Paintings will start to post soon. The sketches are done in a Moleskine sketchbook. I belong to a thriving artists community call http://www.skineart.com/ and you will find 1000s of artists from around the world sketching in the same kind of book. The mini movie below features pages from my Moleskine that is dedicated to this series.
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Saturday, January 9, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Part 1: Mrs. Shoemacher's Momento
PART 1
When setting the table, I always gave my father the fork with the twisted tine. He never caught on to this as a form of punishment, but it was my adolescent “fork you” - a contemplated response for baring up under his thumb. That thumb was heavy on my head during silent drives to school, meant to save me from “slipping on ice” and stumbling on concrete. I craved a chance to slip and stumble.
When setting the table, I always gave my father the fork with the twisted tine. He never caught on to this as a form of punishment, but it was my adolescent “fork you” - a contemplated response for baring up under his thumb. That thumb was heavy on my head during silent drives to school, meant to save me from “slipping on ice” and stumbling on concrete. I craved a chance to slip and stumble.
Freedom came with a warm Spring. First, there was mysterious conversation between parents, and whispered pleading - then darting eyes - then wisdom in a bedroom late at night - all added up to the shocker announcement over oatmeal: “Your father says you can start walking.” He folded his newspaper and swung from the chair. I jumped up with a squeal, hoisted my whithered leg into the air and set my clock for 6:00 am.
The first week of everything is training. It took three days of navigating around uneven sidewalks, dirt walkways, and boys who taunted “retard”, to get my first taste of “I can lick the world”. And it was savory.
On the fourth day Adventure rustled me from bed and I was early on the street, before the taunting boys. Adrenalin pumped. I braved my first detour, taking a hard left down Merrick Way, and aimed for the unknown.
The houses were old and the trees were sprawling. Peach colored sunlight spiraled through the leaves and all was lazy, slow and quiet except for a distant ticking. Ticking - so slight a sound, I had to stop my heart to hear it. Leaning into an oak, I focused my ears and steadied my weight on the heaves of ground. Tick. Tick. Tick. And then ...
The houses were old and the trees were sprawling. Peach colored sunlight spiraled through the leaves and all was lazy, slow and quiet except for a distant ticking. Ticking - so slight a sound, I had to stop my heart to hear it. Leaning into an oak, I focused my ears and steadied my weight on the heaves of ground. Tick. Tick. Tick. And then ...
Watch for PART 2 of Mrs. Shoemacher’s Momento, by Andrea Boff (c) 2009
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Don’t tell me I can’t! by Denise Goegan
Make sure you add this blog to your follow list. There's a lot of inspiration here. Don’t tell me I can’t! by Denise Goegan
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Reading in the Summer House
I did this painting a few years ago and dedicated it to folks who can't read. You know, there are about 100,000,000 in America who can't read at all or who read under a 6th grade level.
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