Category: Art

C.U.N.T. shirt design

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The grind band C.U.N.T., ever-so pleasantly named, contacted me a couple months ago about doing a shirt design for them. I finally got around to doing it, just in time so they could print it up for their trip to Mexico. Herein lies the process and the results.

C.U.N.T. Wilmington ConocoPhilips refinery shirt

The band hails from Wilmington, a town heavily beset by oil refineries. Their concept was to have two landmarks of their home town, the ConocoPhillips “jack-o-lantern” storage tank and the town’s “welcome” sign, prominently featured with an oil refinery. Their logo was to be coming out of the smokestacks. A cheery picture of life at home, indeed.

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Order of the White Rose shirt design

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I was contacted by a punk band via myspace about doing a tee shirt design for them. The band, (Order of the) White Rose, is a pretty damn good punk band from Hawaii. Not your usual locale known for anti-establishment rock.

order of the white rose tee shirt

We decided to do a design based on their song “Sky Breakers.” The lyrics are about Christian missionaries coming to Hawaii and “fucking things up for everyone.” That’s usually what Christian missionaries do, if they’re not busy being killed by death squads in Nicaragua. That song was in turn based on a poem by Albert Wendt, called “Inside us the Dead.” I was into it.

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Gross Anatomy: A Silly Painting

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This painting was prepared in anticipation for the Dennis Dread curated exhibition entitled “Entartete Kunts,” showing in Portland, OR, around the second Goregon festival in June. Seeing as how my work would be surrounded largely by fab zombie paintings, I decided to follow suit and do the most tasteless thing I could think of. I was laughing outloud for a few hours before I started once I’d thought of it.

zombie ref

The photo reference. An image of myself I would use to get the figure correct and a nice angle represented. I like photo reference especially for things like clothing wrinkles. I took about 30 pictures sitting on my toilet. Glamourous.

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job announcement

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“If you really want to hurt your parents and don’t want to be gay, go into the arts.” – Kurt Vonnegut

Wanted! Unmotivated alcoholics for apathy and debasement

Are you ready for a life of thankless poverty? Do you imbibe various chemicals as a way to offset your constant depression and / or ennui? Do you want to tell people of a like mind about your woes in verse or through pictures? Then we may have a position for you!

You could be an Artist!

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Fuckin Up!

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I have some kind of weird-o workaholic ADD complex that they don’t make a pill for. That’s probably for the best, because I’m sure that pill would have unreported heart-attack side effects. In any case, I keep myself busy, too busy, to keep from ever getting bored, but then I screw over my friends and don’t get much done anyway. I wish I was on some government stipend, and didn’t have to work, but I’m sure I’d manage to overfill that time, too.

Friday and Saturday morning, I tweaked (not literally, though I had wayyyy too much coffee) on some Impaled songs I’d been working on. Sean redid one of my new songs, and raised the bar, so I really felt like I needed to get my musical shit together. I did, but I’d also forgotten about a practice (which ended up being cancelled) and was nearly late for the next event…

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zom-bees for my dead honey

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I been working hard. I love it. My supervisor was gone from work Friday so I had to take care of stuff. I find some kind of orgasmic property in work-induced stress. Perhaps I channel the unprovable orgone energy into my occular cavities by way of squinting at sheets of data.

bad date

I called my friend Rosemarie on Friday. She is way cool. There are few people I am agog to talk with on the phone, so much so, I had to aglog about it. She told me about the zombie shoot. Actually, she just said the word “zombie film” and I blurted out, “I’m there!! Where? When?” I like zombies. Can you tell? If there is one way to be, it’s to zom-be.

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