art day.

winter daybreak cloudcover.
that's the palette for this guy.
he'll most likely be part of a whole bigger picture eventually,
maybe tomorrow, even. or tonight.
i haven't collected enough trash from the recycling bin yet.
i can't seem to figure out how to paint worse.
i mean, i'm not very skillful,
but it's still never coarse enough for my tastes.
practice makes more imperfect is what i'm hoping.
anyways,
i can honestly say i didn't see creativity in my future when i woke up.
i can't ever tell when the art makey-ness is gonna hit.
i wasn't expecting it yesterday,
but in between naps and other things,
and since jess was in the painting zone already,
i kinda got into the spirit as well.
and after my lil' cloudcover moth,
i got even more busy,
with these:

yep.
it's a rose. another one, actually.
i'm vibin' on those leaves,
and the sorta-sunburstie pattern of the background.
i don't know exactly how it goes to eleven,
but i believe it.
cork blocks are pretty soft.
waaaaaay softer,
and less expensive than linoleum.
and they're brown, instead of grey,
which is a positive in my book, anyway.
now,
speaking of pros and cons,
i don't know if it's a plus or a minus,
but i can't ever seem to make art that doesn't look like i made it.
it all ends up looking stylistically similar,
no matter the medium.
...like when john malkovich goes into the little room and ends up in his own head.
malkovich, malkovich!.....
that said,
here's another one:

uh-huh.
a bearded weirdie with a pipe and some veggies.
Folk Life folk art dictates it's own subject matter, ya'll.
those are supposed to be cabbages on the bottom.
you knew that, though, didn't ya'll?
beards, hats, pipes, ridiculous overlong simian arms.
Q.: am i ever NOT doing modified self-portraits?
A.:nope.
i like that little carving scoople thing.
and the bloppity glops of block printing ink.
turns out, simple printmaking is kinda fresh...
who wants to come over and make some?
c'mon,
we'll make a little booklet, with a purple cover, and a lacey doily on it.
and call it 'prints and the revolution',
i'm already here,
and i'm already ready already.

it's thor's day, my ninjas,
and i'm all up in the loud-ass thunderclaps,
and hard-stylin' face slaps,
and weak-saucy b!tch sap that that entails.
i'm goin' to job,
i'm doin' the crossword puzzle,
i'm eatin' some crusty baguette,
i'm keepin' it grit-grimey and dirt dirty,
and this is the 300th entry, ya'll.
it's only 8 a.m. and i've vanilla sky cultivated too many coincidences already.
i don't know how it stays a secret universal plan,
when it's so busy being
never quiet, never soft....