Ink, Acrylic on Vinyl, Waiting for Evaporation and too much Radiohead

Ink and acrylic experiments continue...investigating various surfaces to find the one that allows the most movement with some element of control. The last photos with the yellow and turquoise colors are still (obviously) wet - been out of the studio for two days with a bad cold and I absolutely cant wait to get back and see how they're becoming! Its the most exciting work I've done so far. The vinyl sheets were a random "found" object from a friend, and I've been thrilled with the results so far. They do take some patience! I'm using so much water that it can take days and days to evaporate and leave the ink behind - and a great deal of "hurry up and wait". Hey, it only adds to the element of "practice" in a meditative, mindfulness, buddhist sense - that same idea I have of guiding the movement of the paint without controlling it...allowing the shapes and lines to be born into space (pictorial space, that is). That, and also I've been listening to too much Radiohead. Lots and lots of Radiohead.
All day, every day, its Radiohead. Its what my brain sounds like, on the inside. There's some sort of magic to it that "sync's" inside my head and makes everything move to the exact pattern of sound that they create. AAaacckkk! Starting to sound too weird even for me!

I make stuff. The dog eats it.

I make stuff. I call it art. Some people call it other things. All artists are perpetually broke. You freaks, by some art! Hello? Is anybody out there? Random: I listen to Radiohead too much to walk around like a normal person. I pretend like Ben & Jerry's does not exist in the building next door to my crappy part time job. I would like to eradicate the papyrus font from the face of the earth. Plastic ivy, too. Oh, and guess what? I am uninsured, of course. But sometimes I can become a river, or an osprey, or a drumbeat. I feel self indulgent and silly. A blog is a letter to myself, and infinitely better than shooting myself in the head, which is what will happen if I take one more web design class.

Learning in this breath and this one to be aware of the blooming pear trees and the drowsy bees and the red door to my studio. Dog is happy, nieces are happy too. How random? Should this be an exploration of the messy slog of weirdness floating on the oily surface of my mind? Well, today its a bit oily, but yesterday it was clear like tulum in 2002.

This image is called Happy Pills. I am a little obsessed with the Zoloft ads from a few years ago. First the saaaaddd pill is lamely limping around (you know when you feel the weight of sadness). But then, joyful day, the ssssaaaaddd pill gets a selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor and then magically transforms into a hhhaaapppyyy pill, forever and ever, bounding and bouncing through the screen with a big round smile. Having tried it myself, I feel justified in mocking the ad campaign that promises you and your kids that one day they can be happy pills too. One day the Zoloft people will probably sue me.

OK, that's me. I make stuff. The dog eats it. Alligator.