It’s been a long while since I’ve updated this page, or even thought about it. I am currently painting houses for work, living in Greenville county, and going to church at New Covenant Christian Fellowship. I plan and organize the children’s program there. Here’s my Christmas Card illustration.Christmas Trees
This is a far away image of a backdrop that I painted for the play, “An Inspector Calls.” Its 40ft long, and 14ft high at the tallest point. The play is set as a rich person’s home in the middle of a poor urban london early 20th century slum city. I hope you enjoy.
Here’s an image that I decided to put on my illustrator business cards. A duck has kind of become my trademark. I like the duck a lot. He’s a pirate in this image.
These hands, fingers, digits
squiggle and squirm
lurk and leer and at once appear
to seek out many things
each appendage appeals
to find a fresh texture
to tickle, tamper, or try
and so deny the mundaneness
of normality
“I’m tired of brick and concrete
sand, dirt, paint, and peet
no wait…what’s this?
beneath my seat?”
The dancing digits delightfully describe.
synapses pop and crack
because fingertips don’t
actually talk back
Just remember, it’s a metaphor
I’m speaking of things
I’d like to explore.
Alas, its time to rest
my thoughts, or expel
the pent-up creative spells
into a showy parade of
films displayed on the curtain
of my cortex
upside down images
clicking and buzzing
until another buzzing
enables an interaction
with a fresh sunrise
that speaks of new adventures
with ambitious fingers.
Hello true believers,
I haven’t posted in a while b/c my harddrive died on my computer. This unfortunate incident caused me to lose all of my files that were created before 2 weeks ago. I’ve been able to move on, fortunately. These days I have been working on a few paintings (of which I will show soon) and some design work for an ultimate frisbee club team that anderson college is starting. Here’s the “sky splitters.” enjoy.
This is a wedding painting I did recently for my friend Andrew Johnson. His wedding was on Sat. the 18th of February. I actually finished it that friday night around 1 or 2. Can you notice the loch ness monster at the bottom of the painting. The clouds too, I think those clouds are my favorite part. Enjoy.
I added some text to the image, and cleaned it up just a tiny little bit. The image quality doesn’t transfer as well when using a camera. So, I tweaked the color a bit. That’s all though. What You See Is What You Get. WYSIWYG. I learned that acronym tonight. I’ve seen it written all over the place. Enjoy the piece. I’m really happy with this one. It’s for a literacy festival at Wren High School.
Tonight I was working on finishing up a painting. I don’t have a finished painting to show you, but I do have a picture taken of something funny that happens. I stopped for a minute, looked in the mirror, and saw that I had a painted goatee. I promise you that none of this picture was intentional. I thought it was pretty strange that it was a perfect shape for a goatee (completely unintentional). Enjoy.
You wanted to paint
I wanted to dance
I tiptoed around and gave into your frowns
Did you ever believe that I couldn’t see
the lines in your smile
that rarely appeared?
The curve of your mouth
never made sense
still, gentle, soft it still never appeared.
You covet it all
with eyes so large
grey matter too small to eat the whole thing.
Hungry, so hungry
I still wanted to dance.
You did too, of course.
Give up, give back
those towering dreams
that puff and blow like paper thin clouds.
Outlined in grey
splattered in color.
Type and click and push and glide
to translate film
from head to hands.
ctrl + alt + delete.
time to force quit.
This is a poem I wrote tonight about a place I enjoy frequenting.
there are rows and rows of flourescence
a gentle whirr provides the soundtrack
theme music for the sublime.
The mundane meets here,
a crossroad of clothing
soiled, spoiled, fresh and crisp
creases and folds in both faces and slacks
tattoos and tongues both foreign and familiar
sending out signals of struggle and success
Sighing eyes repeat the chore of
pouring, pushing, standing, waiting
and for some…sleeping.
Time is out to lunch for the moment
as dusty floors and grimy walls
welcome your participation
in the great great event of saturday post 12.
The dancers dance to the buttons pushed
as solemn chairs invite you to discuss
the worries of your world within
its sterile plastic hands.
So bring your coins and paper.
Bring your tired, huddled masses of
paisleys, argyles, flannels, cottons, and linens.
I heart the laundromat.
