I painted this lily for Oz’s sister and her husband. These flowers were in her bouquet at her wedding.
5x5" Oil on canvas
This one was for my Florida grandparents.
15x30" Oil on canvas
This was for Oz’s parents. His mom has tons of family in Nova Scotia and Peggy’s Cove is one of their favorite places. I applied the paint with a palette knife.
And these are just a few pages from my old sketchbook.
I’m pretty sure the top left is Bill Maher. I was messing around with caricature at the time.
"Inventing the Internet"
These are some musings that I dug up from the depths of my hard drive. I’d completely forgotten about them, and I thought I’d just share them. In Writing for the Arts II, Lough asked us if we considered ourselves artists, and it made me think that we should all consider ourselves artists: writers or otherwise.
Normally his tattoos involve death and destruction, but this is a funny one. When it’s finished, it’s going to be a color portrait of Old Gregg from the Mighty Boosh with a bottle of Bailey’s next to it pouring out the phrase, “What about the boat times?” I love it!
Have no idea what I’m talking about? Do yourself a favor and watch this video:
Still thinking to yourself, what the fuck? That’s O.K., I did the same thing after watching Old Gregg for the first time. Trust me, give it another chance and you’re sure to be quoting it soon. In any case you’ll never think of a mangina the same way again.
For anyone who will be in Melbourne, FL this Saturday Nov. 21, please come check out Blood, Sweat and Ink at SLOW Gallery downtown. The show will feature the fine art of tattoo artists from Ink Doktors, Studio XIII, Old Ghost Tattoo, Endless Summer, and many more.
My new favorite Web site is a spin-off of Lolcats, called Loltatz. It’s a collection of really bad and really funny tattoos. Some of the pictures are kind of raunchy, but for the most part they’re good.
This one's for you, Beth.
I think the Web site would do better with out the “fail” commentary, though. The tattoos speak for themselves.
Thomas Kinkade's "Nascar Thunder" borrowed from Squidoo.com
Thomas Kinkade and NASCAR. What more could you ever really want in life? Is it possible to say that someone who only paints heart-warming, snow-covered cottages and glowing lamposts has sold out? I’m sure that most Americans (namely the ones in City Market) will look at this painting and think, “Americuh . . . Fuck Yeah,” but when I look at it, all I can ask myself is where is Ricky Bobby?