As a student in Providence I developed a fascination for these ubiquitous parking stubs I'd find on the ground. The relationship between the color of font and background is beautiful in nearly all of them, and the level of deterioration of some only adds to their aesthetic value. I discovered that I'm not alone in my garbage fetishism- Maira Kalman (Artsy page here) acted as guest critic to a class I took at RISD, where she revealed her shared passion for the delicate composition of all this pragmatic refuse.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
I noticed these at Costco and thought they deserved a photo-shoot. They immediately reminded me of the cover image of Henry Horenstein's newest book, "Show." Henry is an incredible photographer: http://www.horenstein.com/ and one of my favorite professors at RISD.
I'll leave any further interpretation of this suggestive produce up to your imagination.
A note about the title of this blog: I often feel as if my compulsion to make things is beyond my control. On the other hand, it is a drive that seems one sure antidote to life-woes. Hence the never-ending quota that must be met.
Demonstrating proper bicycle decorum.
Two generations back.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Here are some drawings done on May 3rd, 10th and 17th. I'm a little behind on posting. Better now than never. All are charcoal on paper.
Monday, May 31, 2010
These were done last Monday. All of these drawings are of Cecily, who holds poses at once graceful and aggressive, particularly in the very short poses. As time wore on she fell asleep-such as in the top two poses. She did an incredible job despite allergies that made her nose run like a fire hose. As if this job isn't hard enough... God bless figure models. All images are charcoal on paper.