Dutch threesome, whittle by jl, serpentine rock, clay pipe, lichen sample.
With the help of some friends, I recently completed a series of portraits in a derelict hotel in San Francisco. We had a party, listened to old records, drank fantastic cocktails, and tried not to fall through the crumbling staircase.
Installation shots courtesy of Kat Nyberg.
That was fun to make.
Not sure we can have another post after this one. Want it to stay on top forever.
Whittle by TC.
Scenes from the processing of a deer hide into raw hide, eventually to be processed into leather.
Drunken Sailor Tattoo Parlor
Here’s the reason we still need art. Some friends and I did this project at the Treasure Island Music Festival last weekend. We decorated a boxtruck in mish-mash nautical style, and gave festival goers free sharpie drawings/tattoos. It was really fun. It was a way to limber up my drawing-on-demand skills, something I haven’t practiced since grade school, when drawing was a magic world-making skill that could keep you out from under the boot-heel of social calamity.
People kept asking, confused: What company is this? Who hired you to do this?
It’s our art project, I said. Nobody hired us. A curator selected our proposal, and the festival gave us money to rent the truck, but we’re doing it for our own entertainment, and yours. It’s art. You know, art? Making stuff nobody asked you to make?
I could see their brains short-circuiting.
BAD IDEA tattoo
Exploded house
Cnidaria
