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Current Residence: wetdryvac.net
deviantWEAR sizing preference: medium or larger
Print preference: Foot, matte, original rez
Favourite genre of music: Whatever the hell it is Zappa did
Favourite photographer: Lois Greenfield
Favourite style of art: Futurist, Watercolor Inversions
Operating System: Windows Server 2000, XP Pro, OSX, Three Flavors of Linux, C64, Cat brains
MP3 player of choice: Media Monkey.
Shell of choice: Walnut, almond, or gravy, but not pudding
Wallpaper of choice: Actually, I prefer paint
Skin of choice: The one I'm wearing
Favourite cartoon character: Kineda
Personal Quote: Never flash evaporate a kitten
Something the I've wanted to produce for ages - initially planned to offer as a book, but magazine format turned out to be both significantly cheaper and more friendly. A book is still planned, but has been pushed out - probably until late next year.
This particular work is a facsimile scan of the handwritten notebook that became the six books of Scattered Resistance. It is largely a curiosity and an art piece, fitting to a fixation on the degradation and impermanence of the physical. Less pompously, I simply like how things look as they go to bits. This book’s been dropped, stored in an unexpectedly wet place, vomited upon, cleaned, lost, found, cleaned again, and generally mistreated in all manner of ways. It’s a testament to Boorum Books – the notebook manufacturer I loved so very much – that it survived these things as well as it did. Here, then, is the curiosity I’ve waited ages to be able to release.
Grab it here: www.magcloud.com/browse/issue/…
I have discovered my grandfather's brushes. Never knew the man, but he too was an artist - a fashion illustrator - and his brushes are fine things indeed. When I have more brain meats, I'll try his paint as well - and wash my hands after, since it's from the 1930s. We do long generations here.Typically I'm a gesture painter. Granted, a painfully anal retentive gesture painter, but I normally paint with very little layering - two to three layers is a lot for me - and I usually don't have a plan when I lay the paint down. This time? More layers than I care to think about, including one the cats got involved with.
Sometimes, however, the job at hand requires a specific something. Messages from the cat mother-ship? Muse? Trade? This time I went in with a pretty good idea of where I was headed, and it took forever. Contributing factors: The paper was 44"x33" (inches), thus huge. The detail work was with this wee small brush I've discovered to be my favorite thing ever - so I could get the curves I wanted. The color blending was part on paper and part at the brush - no hand held palate for me, because I'm completely foolish and daft.