Day of the Dead : November 1 : Young Blood Gallery

October 22nd, 2008 | art, the feed

Next Saturday, my friends at Tweet Design will be hosting an art show featuring custom works on miniature coffins. I’ll have two pieces in the show.

You know I don’t go out much anymore… and you and I haven’t seen each other in a looong time… so come out and say hello. :D

NOVEMBER 1 - 30, 2008
OPENING RECEPTION | SATURDAY, NOV 1 | 7:00 P.M.

Young Blood Gallery
636 N. Highland Ave
Atlanta, GA 30306
Sun-Thu 12-8pm
Fri-Sat 12-9pm
404.350.4040

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SK8OLOGY

August 22nd, 2008 | art, the feed

I have a board in the SK8OLOGY show opening tomorrow. All proceeds go to charity. Find your favorite and please bid high.

Contributing artists and professional skaters are donating their creative deck canvases to raise awareness and resources in an effort to support Now That You Know, a non-profit organization that helps to provide ambitious girls from developing countries a secure environment for learning and growth. Proceeds will also contribute to benefiting the youth of our society through the artistic enrichment of our community.


Soul Meets Body

May 28th, 2008 | c'est la vie

There are some people who you look at… and you marvel at how well they’re put together… how creative, intelligent, and humorous they are… how much they’re loved… you admire them… envy them to an extent… and then God decides to call them home… before their time should be up… it’s shocking… it makes you re-evaluate and re-prioritize… you take stock for the millionth time… make resolutions for the millionth time… and you hope pray that you’re finally ready to live your life. God doesn’t wait for anyone; tomorrow is not promised.

Thank you, EMZ, for becoming my inspiration. You have moved me more than you will ever know.

… Between …

March 11th, 2008 | sketchUp & mustard

between
The study above is for a piece that will be part of a larger series… a series that I’m hoping will be my magnum opus.

[My Latest Novel, Wolves]

Soured Lover

January 27th, 2008 | sketchUp & mustard

Soured Lover

[the manchester orchestra, i'm like a virgin losing a child, band of horses, cease to begin]

Lost the Luster Off Your Tattle Tales

November 5th, 2007 | sketchUp & mustard

Lost the Luster Off Your Tattle Tales
Twenty-nine and counting. Born and finally ready.

Vathana

October 4th, 2007 | c'est la vie

I’ve always wanted your love, but I couldn’t help but push you away. I was taught to hate him with every fiber of my being… with my whole heart… and you were a product of that man. You were an extension of him, something to be loathed, and I distrusted you from the very beginning. I’m so sorry for how things turned out. I’m so sorry for everything.

Whispers

August 29th, 2007 | sketchUp & mustard

whispers

[the cure, disintegration, great lake swimmers, ongiara]

Eighteen Autumns And Nineteen Winters

August 10th, 2007 | delusions of candor

The truck idles, and the sound of the parking brake reminds me why we’re here. His house sits in the fading sun, anonymous amongst its sisters, each sibling side by side, sharing the same suburban genetics. The lawn has just been mowed and the stray grass lies in the driveway. Gasoline hangs faintly in the summer air. I love these smells combined.

Up the steps, my brother stands with his usual pompous air, his legs an upside-down “V.” The nicotine on his finger has rubbed off on the doorbell. I can see myself in the glass of the door. She waits behind me, always supportive, even in reflections. The door opens and I am genuinely surprised. Black, dead eyes do not gaze into my soul. A crooked, evil smile does not mock my existence. The dark crimson blood of children does not drip from his walls. I am genuinely surprised. When I cross the threshold, he appears by my side. We hug. I am taller than him. Awkward and unsure, the pressure of his arms around my body feels genuine. I am still uneasy.

In the house, the surroundings are plain. Picture frames seem lonely, isolated from each other by huge spans of wall. We sit on the couch and a large television set spits out the news. Images flicker on and off while he tries to talk to me. I don’t know what to concentrate on. My sentences are short, full of caution and distrust; his are imploring and inquisitive, full of hope and desire. His eyes sparkle when he speaks to me and I sense his happiness. I can also sense my brother’s jealousy. When the conversation turns to his family, I find myself being the jealous one. Strange. For the first time in my life, I begin to question the truth, who I am, and who I thought these people were.

Before long, the time has come for us to leave. As we rise from the couch, my girlfriend’s hand, delicate and reassuring, pauses on the small of my back. He walks us to the door, stopping to embrace me one last time. The pressure from this hug feels like apologies and longing. Anger becomes shame. Hatred becomes sympathy. I can feel the sun comforting me, rays of light patting my back, stroking my neck, reaching around me. The light envelops me. And there, at that moment, he was no longer a specter. My father stood before me, finally in my shadow.

Just As Soon As My Feet Touch Zion

July 30th, 2007 | music, the feed

This past Friday, I went and saw the boys from Modern Skirts do their thing at the Loft. I had an opportunity to hang out with them before their set, which I normally don’t have time to do, and we struck up chatter about matters both high and low in brow. I’m glad that I was able to do that, but I was a bit bummed that I missed the second opening act (gah, I can’t even remember their name). I did NOT, however, miss the first opening act. And, holy crap, I am so grateful that I didn’t.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you Miss Cary Ann Hearst.

The first thing you’ll notice about her is her voice, a syrupy Southern drawl with whiskey consonants, and, at that point, it’s over. It doesn’t matter that she and her band play the most perfect blend of country, honky-tonk, and Southern rock. You’ve already been hooked by her charm. Alright, alright, I won’t gush anymore about her music. I’ll leave it to you to make a liar out of me. So, go here to pick up a hard copy of her CD or here to sample a few songs.

EDIT: LOL. OK, just FYI. This is country. SUPER country. You’ve been warned. =)

Turned Backs & Broken Hearts

July 18th, 2007 | sketchUp & mustard

turned backs & broken hearts

[bat for lashes, fur and gold]

Skin & Bones (Light as a Feather)

July 17th, 2007 | sketchUp & mustard

skin & bones (light as a feather)

[bat for lashes, fur and gold]

What’s A Girl To Do

July 16th, 2007 | music, web

Unintended Prose

July 9th, 2007 | c'est la vie

from daye

i couldnt help thinking that people have always died and people have always been buried [...] we dug holes ourselves, we placed loved ones in these holes, and covered them ourselves. when i die just wrap me in a sheet and place me in the earth. i want my friends and loved ones to cover me themselves. i want them to get their hands dirty and participate in my passing. i want them to help me on my way as i hope i am living my life; messy, with hands dirty from trying to scratch a place for myself, and calloused from trying to be of help to those around me. as i want to be a willing participant in the lives of those i love and care for, i would want just one last time to know that those who love and care for me, are willing to participate in the last moments of my bodily form.

Coming Down

June 4th, 2007 | the feed, web

Wings for Marie

May 31st, 2007 | sketchUp & mustard

wings for marie
11″ x 14″ : graphite on 80lb archival paper

[tool, 10,000 days]

Women in Art

May 29th, 2007 | art, the feed, web

500 Years of Female Portraits in Western Art

How My Heart Behaves

May 15th, 2007 | c'est la vie

I wake up each morning, knowing that I’m wasting my life… what an awful feeling.

[feist, the reminder]

Charmer

May 8th, 2007 | sketchUp & mustard

she's such a charmer, she's always looking at me

[kings of leon, because of the times]

It’s Friday, Go D-A-N-C-E.

May 4th, 2007 | art, music, the feed