Last fall after Walter Vasconcelos and I completed our 100 image opus Spitball Comix
we immediately started on a new exquisite corpse project based on the alphabet.
Walter started it off by sending me a black & white image for A which I then played with,
next I sent him a b&w B and he played with that. It continued alternating between the two of us
with Walter finishing up with Z.
Our black and white originals are small and on the left, our colored finished pieces are larger
and beside them. Now we know our ABC's, Enjoy!
My father was a wizz at math and was constantly frustrated that it was a foreign language to me. I will dedicate this whole series of lettered numbers to him.
Have a gander at the previous ones HERE and look forward for future installments as I work my way to infinity!
There is just such a thrill I get out of collecting junk and making it into things. These recent heads are the accumulation of roadside scrap and trash culled from dumpsters and trash bins. I have my tetanus shots.
Check out the new heads at my Voyage to the 3rd Dimension gallery
This drawing started out as a tribute to the first landing on the Moon 40 years ago today. “One Giant Leap.” Gradually while constructing it a more personal piece developed as I
reflected on what I was doing that same summer of 1969 and my own voyage into
unknown regions, but mine was a much different kind of trip. “One small step.”
Up to then, 40 years ago my total World Experience of 19 years had been confined to
suburbia and the small cities and towns of upstate NY, but that was about to change.
A 12 week summer job through my community college had me living in New York City
and commuting to a video production facility in Brooklyn. At first I lived in a hotel room
up in midtown on Madison Avenue, but within 2 weeks relocated to a shared studio
apartment in a seedy West Village hotel on W. 10th St.
Without going into details I will just say, that summer and all I experienced was just what
this squeak needed to blast off and land on a planet of my own.
What is it about robots? Some of us just can't get enough of them. I am constantly seeing them at my day job. I work on a lot of large air conditioning units and this little guy was made from an old expansion valve from one of the units. The guys I work with think I am a bit wacky for collecting discarded old machine parts and trash but we share a good laugh when they see the results.
I will be posting a number of other sculptures over the next few weeks.
One month of winter and I have had enough, so it was with the utmost of awe and respect that I viewed a show at The Peabody Essex Museum in Salem, Ma yesterday. To the Ends of the Earth is an exhibition of Polar Landscape paintings. Frederic Edwin Church, William Bradford, Rockwell Kent, and others have works in the show. Some of the paintings are massive and convey the vast desolation, beauty, scope and danger of the North and South Pole regions. I don't like winter any better but I may complain a bit less knowing what these painters went through to seek their vision.
The show runs thru March 1, 2009. www.pem.org
The Christmas tree at Wannalancit Mills, Lowell, MA
Lowell had it's City of Lights Parade a couple of weekends ago with marching bands, old cars, brownies in costumes, cops on motorcycles, floats from various groups, Shriners driving tiny autos and the big man himself Santa! The culmination of the hour and 1/2 parade was the lighting of City Hall and the Christmas tree at the mill I work at.
The tree is built around a capped 220 foot smokestack ( sometimes called urban redwoods) with a 12 foot high star at top, it is one of the largest artificial Christmas trees in the world and at one time held a Guiness record. 32 strands of aircraft cable with 170 bulbs on each strand making a total of 5,440. This fall we rewired all the strands with new electrical wire and sockets along with LED bulbs which are much brighter than traditional bulbs and should last over 20 years and be cheaper to light. Each autumn we uncoil the strands, twist in the bulbs and hoist them up to steeple jacks at the top, and each January we reverse the process and store it away till next year.
Every year the Wannalancit Mill where I work decorates it's 220 foot smokestack with 32 strands of aircraft cable carrying over 5,000 lights and tops it off with a lighted star. It takes us weeks to test and repair the long cables, one day to bulb them and another to hoist them up to steeplejacks who are on top securing them. They get turned on at the conclusion of downtown Lowell's 'Santa Parade', just after Thanksgiving, and stay up through New Years. We always manage to put it up in the worst weather as well as when we take it down. It is a huge operation and a beautiful one that can be seen far off. Happy Christmas, Merry Holidays and a great New Year All!
ReMark & RePete is a visual round robin of black and white collages, faxed between my friend Peter Thibeault and myself. Working with copy machines, Xacto knives, glue sticks, old clip art, magazines and engravings we ping pong’d images between our two studios for 18 months, finally ending the screed at 500 pages. Each image was a response to the previous one recieved via fax. The only rules were to keep the size consistent and each one had to include the page number somewhere in the image.
We got into a lot of word play, double-entendre and twisted images. Sometimes the pictures would evolve into mostly patterns or textures but soon enough revert to a much meatier subject matter. Sometimes a whole day would be spent feverishly responding back to a constant volley of faxes, very much like what goes on in some threads of Speakeasy. Some of my images are in a new gallery.
Back in '84 or '85 I was one of a handful of illustrators asked to contribute a full page Christmas image to Boston Magazine. The concept was open and had to relate to the holiday.
Since Satan, God and Santa all live in the same dimension ( Easter Bunny lives elsewhere) I pondered that it must be a lonely time for the devil what with his adversaries getting so much attention and pictured him on vacation in Boston in a lonely hotel room feeling quite low.
Sent the art over to the magazine and recieved a call a day or so later saying
that they couldn't run it. I understood since people get quite touchy over such
issues and I was pushing the sacrilegious envelope anyway. I went to pick the art up a few days later and they couldn't find it " It was stolen" they said. The Devil it was!
Probably either got ripped up or hung on someones apartment wall.
Decided to redraw it last night in between my nightwatchman rounds to the best of my memory. I am particularly fond of his double heeled spatted shoes ( cloven feet ).
For some reason there is no Speakeasy section on my Drawger page.
Has anybody experienced this and what have I done to screw it up?
Can it be easily cured or am I banished forever and only able to talk to myself?
Everyone has a bizzaro double lurking out there,
even the good natured Rat Fink has one.
Here is his evil doppelganger.
In '85 Big Daddy asked me to do some drawings
of monsters for hisTshirt line, did about 6 or 8 of them.
I hope he would approve of this one.