After hiding in the corner for a couple more weeks, I decided to spice it up by adding a light behind it...
Friday, December 10, 2010
The ugliest painting...
can make the coolest idea!! I originally had this canvas painted with Rasta colored peace signs and splatter. After a few weeks of staring at it, I decided I hated it. In anger, I took to the canvas with varying degrees of gray then used a stir stick on the wet paint. The result turned out like this:
After hiding in the corner for a couple more weeks, I decided to spice it up by adding a light behind it...
While the picture doesn't quite do it justice, it's no masterpiece. Still, it makes me wonder what I could do with the concept... :)
After hiding in the corner for a couple more weeks, I decided to spice it up by adding a light behind it...
Thursday, December 9, 2010
The Disease
No future in sight,
No path in mind,
He rushes to keep from falling behind.
It’s the economy…
It’s his family…
No need to look for a remedy.
No need to sweat the big deals,
Or cry over lost meals.
Don’t worry about the rust,
Or brush away the dust.
A cure will come soon
Nature’s medicine will sweep the globe,
To wipe away the disease.
They tell us not to worry,
While the common man is buried,
Beneath piles of paperwork and debt.
While corporate monsters,
Sit back and sponsor,
The destruction of the good that’s left.
An honest living was all he wanted:
It could not be achieved.
Fucking land of opportunists,
It could not be achieved.
No need to sweat the big deals,
Or cry over spilled milk.
Who cares about the rust,
Who cares about the dust?
A cure will come soon
Nature’s medicine will sweep the globe
To wipe away the disease.
When everyone wants a piece…He rushes to keep from falling behind.
It’s the economy…
It’s his family…
No need to look for a remedy.
No need to sweat the big deals,
Or cry over lost meals.
Don’t worry about the rust,
Or brush away the dust.
A cure will come soon
Nature’s medicine will sweep the globe,
To wipe away the disease.
They tell us not to worry,
While the common man is buried,
Beneath piles of paperwork and debt.
While corporate monsters,
Sit back and sponsor,
The destruction of the good that’s left.
An honest living was all he wanted:
It could not be achieved.
Fucking land of opportunists,
It could not be achieved.
No need to sweat the big deals,
Or cry over spilled milk.
Who cares about the rust,
Who cares about the dust?
A cure will come soon
Nature’s medicine will sweep the globe
To wipe away the disease.
But there’s not enough to go around,
What was supposed to be a feast,
Turns to fresh hunting grounds.
We are the disease…
We are the disease…
Jesus roll over in your man made grave!
Even if you rose, we couldn’t be saved…
A cure will come soon
Nature’s medicine will sweep the globe,
To wipe away the disease.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
A taste of something different...
Welcome to my show and tell time! I hope that you enjoy what you see. I hope that what you see makes you think or smile or maybe even cringe. The end result always being that you had a reaction.
Those of you who already know me may have seen most of the following work before. However, I wanted to show you more about myself than I could ever say…
Until next time... :)
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