A self-issued mandate to update.

I've decided to write a poem. Poetry is an art like painting is an art, consequently there must be some similar underlining structure that is applicable to both. Because I paint first and have never in my life written a poem, this piece will be heavily influenced by a mind that works with a brush.

My first poem is called "Still life"

Mug used for tea, stained with bag still inside.
To it's right, an SLR camera sits.
In between the two, poweradapterneongreenpost-itspostagestampsbluemustachecombcontrolbusinesscards.

Fin.

That was kind of fun. Who knows? I may be the next Michelangelo.

The Greatest Lesson of All....

...is a slap in the face.

Into the Abstract.

So I'm beginning to explore abstract art. Here are some samples.

Mel Chin and I.

So I got to hang out with Mel Chin for 4 hours this Saturday before the reception for the Texas National. He is a cool mothafucka.

Family and Success.

Here are the first outcomes of my chopped up paintings. These paintings create interesting content and I look forward to thoroughly exploring them.

Cigarette.

I had a cigarette today; I impose too much stress on myself and I have no outlet. This may sound like a depressing post. And it may be. I would not consider myself depressed, though, so do not make false assumptions. I am a very happy and very fortunate person. So I have no reason to be depressed. However, I should not be telling you that making false assumptions over this post is wrong. I am hypocritical and make false assumptions of myself. I know I am worth more than I give myself credit for, yet I feel like my actions are the only things that make me worthy. That is why I make art. Unfortunately, I constantly judge my work and find so many faults within it, therefor constantly thinking about the faults within myself. That is why I had a cigarette today.

Deconstruction Reconstruction Series in progress.

Decon-Recon Portraits in progress.