Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Monday, December 18, 2006
space chicken illustrations
feels like it's been a while...maybe it has...or not...time has flown lately...it seems like i shave everyday...and we all know that doesn't happen... anyway...
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
Traveling Mercies - Anne Lamott
I read this book a while ago but forgot to post the stuff that stuck out at me.
It was a decent book...not bad...sometimes great...wouldn't reread it but
it wasn't a bad first read....
anyway:
Sam took my pen and drew in faces, mustaches, hair. He took a bit of black
pipe cleaner that was stuck in a turret and fashioned a machine gun out of it
for one of the clothespin men. He surrounded his castle with the men he has
nightmares about, men with guns, men who will hurt or save him; and he
surrounded his castle with monsters made of Styrofoam and seaweed. His
art springs out of bubbling underground necessity, as if he’s somehow dipping
himself into the river that gave him life; hem’s making dream material visible.
I watched him carefully. He was making art because he has to, and because
he’s brave enough to try and make contact, right there on the edge of
madness, where he dreams.
“We have to go,” I told him. The party at our friends’ house was going
to start in an hour or so.
“No!” he wailed. “We can’t. What about…our creation? We can’t just leave
it here. We have to stay and protect. We’ve worked so hard on it! The waves
will come and wash it away.”
“Honey,” I said, “it was never meant to be permanent. You must have known
the tide would come back in.”
He thought for a minute. “I’m going to kick it all over then,” he said. “And I hate
you,” he added. “And I hate everything.”
I didn’t say anything. He walked away from me and the altar, world weary,
shuffling with dejection, head down. Sam, I wanted to explain, making the
altar was a way to celebrate, to honor you today. The fact that it’s going to
wash away heightens how wonderful our making it was. The altar didn’t hold
as much animating spirit as our making it did, the gathering, the choices. It’s
like: We made it, we love it---oops, it’s gone. But the best part is still here.
It was a decent book...not bad...sometimes great...wouldn't reread it but
it wasn't a bad first read....
anyway:
Sam took my pen and drew in faces, mustaches, hair. He took a bit of black
pipe cleaner that was stuck in a turret and fashioned a machine gun out of it
for one of the clothespin men. He surrounded his castle with the men he has
nightmares about, men with guns, men who will hurt or save him; and he
surrounded his castle with monsters made of Styrofoam and seaweed. His
art springs out of bubbling underground necessity, as if he’s somehow dipping
himself into the river that gave him life; hem’s making dream material visible.
I watched him carefully. He was making art because he has to, and because
he’s brave enough to try and make contact, right there on the edge of
madness, where he dreams.
“We have to go,” I told him. The party at our friends’ house was going
to start in an hour or so.
“No!” he wailed. “We can’t. What about…our creation? We can’t just leave
it here. We have to stay and protect. We’ve worked so hard on it! The waves
will come and wash it away.”
“Honey,” I said, “it was never meant to be permanent. You must have known
the tide would come back in.”
He thought for a minute. “I’m going to kick it all over then,” he said. “And I hate
you,” he added. “And I hate everything.”
I didn’t say anything. He walked away from me and the altar, world weary,
shuffling with dejection, head down. Sam, I wanted to explain, making the
altar was a way to celebrate, to honor you today. The fact that it’s going to
wash away heightens how wonderful our making it was. The altar didn’t hold
as much animating spirit as our making it did, the gathering, the choices. It’s
like: We made it, we love it---oops, it’s gone. But the best part is still here.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
a long fun tiring fun weekend
so if i ever have to again put myself into a hot small room while performing
with puppets with 4 people ever again...i would choose these people...
filming of space chickens started last weekend and should be wrapping up
soon (have had to schedule shoots around volunteers schedules...borrowing
lights and other equipment from another minstry...blah blah blah)...and
by mid januray (HOPEFULLY!) we'll have 8 videos to show and pass around...
you probably won't see me unless you look really hard...and if you do see me
you'll just see my back...the plan was K-Rif would do the voice and puppetry
for Narky...the big blue chicken...problem is I cast the smallest person to
work the largest puppet...so we fiddled around and now K-Rif and I combine
to be one complete person...one is the muscle...the other is the voice.
the green hoods and sleeves were so if we got into frame. J-man is going
to cut out all the green...put seperate videos of chickens together...and
drop a spaceship background...it's going to be great...well...that's the
plan right now.
with puppets with 4 people ever again...i would choose these people...
filming of space chickens started last weekend and should be wrapping up
soon (have had to schedule shoots around volunteers schedules...borrowing
lights and other equipment from another minstry...blah blah blah)...and
by mid januray (HOPEFULLY!) we'll have 8 videos to show and pass around...
you probably won't see me unless you look really hard...and if you do see me
you'll just see my back...the plan was K-Rif would do the voice and puppetry
for Narky...the big blue chicken...problem is I cast the smallest person to
work the largest puppet...so we fiddled around and now K-Rif and I combine
to be one complete person...one is the muscle...the other is the voice.
the green hoods and sleeves were so if we got into frame. J-man is going
to cut out all the green...put seperate videos of chickens together...and
drop a spaceship background...it's going to be great...well...that's the
plan right now.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
in progress backdrops - space chickens!
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Saturday, November 18, 2006
t shirt stencil
did this for a coworker as a present...didn't remember exactly his
hair length and how his goat looks...but it's close...
hair length and how his goat looks...but it's close...
Friday, November 17, 2006
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