Another way not to make money!

Episode 1: Spaghetti and Meatballs is now up.
Here's a drawing for good measure...

Yellow sub-machine

I guess there is no point in arguing that I am not  influenced by pop art.
As an undergraduate I tried my best to deny my electric bright, super cheesy color instincts.
I also wore shirts that were too small for me with the names of bands I didn't listen to.

Here is a drawing of mustard, and another of some shapes that I did over the summer.  They will be included in an art sale happening the weekend after Thanksgiving.

Always being surrounded by desperate men...

I feel anxious, weepy, and weak.

A box in a baby stroller with no crooked wheels.

Gotta try to remember the security code.

To lock up this house that I don't own

against men who are not my enemies

-enemies speak to me through walls

-enemies always threatening 

-enemies far away but here

-an anonymous boot print in the ruin

I lock up my house and stare at my small pile of flammables

things that are no more mine than when they are picked from the dumpster.

I waste this way

When I should be desperate...

desperate to be a man.

*edit #2 made on the starry night of September 9th 2012 having drank a beer to salute the end of summer.  I will have another tomorrow to salute Monday (around the same time) for being almost over.  In that way I am very much like Garfield.

3D MOVIE WATCHERS

Watching 3D movies makes me barf a little.

CHEAP CHEAP!

The Cheap Fun Store is now up and running...  completely safe online store where you can use your credit card or paypal account to buy unique stuff to add to your piles of unique stuff.  More products to come.

Night yachting... a little hobby of mine.

figure 1.

 figure 2. 

No man can block the way of progress...

Except for maybe a very fat man.
Or maybe a man who has been crippled in some way.

The painting show is coming together.  Most of what stands in my way is lack of funds.  Two larger paintings are going to get costly, but I guess I need to do some research on how to get grant money.  Other people seem to know how to do it.

Speaking of funds, my new online store will be up and running soon and I plan on having a big sale (prints, drawings) with some other artists sometime before Christmas.  And yes I take debit or credit.

Here is a drawing from my sketchbook from way back when I was not so lucky as to be trampled by progress (although I do need a haircut):

Seeing you on a foreign continent... dog torturer!

I just finished reading two novels by Peter Handke (A Moment of True Feeling, and The Left-Handed Woman), just in time too for the annual book sale where not only do you get your choice of literally thousands of books for virtually nothing but also free with purchase a nice sampling of dust and mold from the various hovels* these books originated from.  All sorts of good eye scratching and sniffling going on around my house these days.  Also, Katherine scored a page torn from a sixties Playboy magazine tucked away in her copy of Visual Persuasion, The Effect of Pictures on the Subconcious.  She taped that picture up in the dog's crate to help test this effect on dogs.

So far no results.

A short quote from "Visual Persuasion":

The car used to be more masculine than feminine, but in this modern world it is rapidly becoming bisexual.

Anyway...

I found both of these novels a bit difficult, but in a good way.  I like not knowing what the hell an author is doing.  Handke can be a bit repetitive (at least in translation) in description and drag things on a bit but there are truly beautiful moments throughout like little morsels of sugar at the bottom of some perplexingly deep bowl you struggle to get your head into.  These books came out in the 70's so I'm not here selling something new, but worth a read that I just kind of fell into.  To the members of Katherine's now defunct book club I say thank you for having read these books more than a year ago.  

I've moved on to Frank O'Connor, which is to move backwards chronologically.  Putting that lyrical irish voice back in my head that seems to come out in my own writing sometimes, but mostly in a cartoonish leprechaun sort of way.

Anyway I made a short video of the paintings that I am working on right now.  I have a fancy phone now so I can do stuff like that.  I'm trying to post it but the damn thing won't work and the line between me getting annoyed at a computer and throwing it out a window is thin so I will post a picture for now.

These are all paintings in progress.

*I describe the homes the books came from as "hovels" not to insult the former owners, but rather to capture for the reader the stench of wet earth that emits from their pages.