Packing up some last bits of work for the show. I fly out to NY tomorrow. (Taken with Instagram)
52 Pictures Project, Drawing 52
When I was little, summers were my time for adventure. After school wrapped up, we would head west, stopping in Seattle and often British Columbia before hopping aboard the teeny prop plane that carried us up north through narrow Brooks Range passes. During summer I was free from the normal rules and regulations of home. Free to not brush my hair - even if it did have marshmallow gunk stuck in it from camping. Free to play tag at 2am by the light of the midnight sun. Free to berry pick, fish and splash around in the cool, clear river. Free to shoot things with BB guns and get into rock fights with roving gangs of other kids. Free to generally run wild.
Lately my life has been lacking adventure. The past year had its bright spots, but overall felt like many monotonous days strung together to form weeks; then months. As February lumbers on I am trying to remind myself of all I have to be thankful for. It looks like Summer 2012 should bring me some welcome change, so here’s to the renewed possibility of adventure. I’m looking forward to it.
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52 Pictures Project, Drawing 51
I recently saw someone wearing a fantastic stegosaurus t-shirt, which reminded me of my theory that everything you need to know about a person can be determined by asking them what their favorite dinosaur was as a kid.
I can’t claim that it’s a scientifically tested theory or anything, but in my experience it’s a pretty effective way to learn about someone’s basic personality and tendencies.
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A little sculptural bit in progress. It’ll look less alien once further sanded and painted, I promise. There’s going to be some fuzzy fabric and moss involved in the final result.
I am really missing my stolen DSLR. The point and shoot isn’t really cutting it. Hope I can replace it soon.
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I really needed to stop somewhere to go to the bathroom, but something told me this was not the exit to take….
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Just finished up a 48 hour trip to cloudy Vancouver, which I’m balancing out by spending a week in sunny Arizona and New Mexico. Headed up to Sedona and Flagstaff tomorrow.
52 Pictures Project, drawing 50
While in Western New York I saw a ridiculous number of dead deer on the side of the road. Scores of them.
I also had a memorable experience with a handheld mixer, a bowl of whipped cream and some creepy-crawly grubs that had wormed their way into the mixer vent to feast on the little bits of flour lodged inside.
Somehow that led to this drawing. I’m not really sure how or why.
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52 Pictures Project, Drawing 49
I stayed with a friend in Richmond for a few days during my trip to the Bay Area. It is always a pleasure to see her and her wonderful pup. Getting to hang out with dogs when I travel always makes me happy, because it makes me miss my own dogs a little less.
We took a walk up into the hills of Point Richmond, and I was struck by the stark contrast in views. Look southwest and you have glimmering San Francisco Bay, the green of Marin County, the Golden Gate and Bay bridges and the city itself. Look northeast and the view is dominated by a petroleum refinery, a gigantic tangle of pipes and smoke stacks and storage tanks that looms like an urban castle over all the surrounding houses. It also fills the air with a faint (and to my nose not entirely unpleasant) gasoline smell.
I am always stuck by the mix of amazing natural landscape and industry in this part of the country. Every year when I visit I am just as charmed by the scores of harbor cranes in Oakland as I am the beautiful rolling green hills in Marin.
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52 Pictures Project, Drawing 48
During a recent trip to Long Island I went bouldering at a local rock climbing gym. I try to climb as much as possible when I travel, otherwise I become inept and clumsy through lack of practice.
While bouldering I came across a very creepy series of bright pink holds shaped like baby heads. Lots of manufactured rock holds are shaped into recognizable objects - I’ve seen dolphins, teeth, telephones and praying hands among other things, but never babies.
It was a weird gym in general, as it connected to a racquet ball facility that looked like it was straight out of a Wes Anderson movie. I kept expecting to see Richie Tennenbaum breeze by in his sunglasses and sweat bands.
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