June already, huh.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted a backwash of photos, and since I don’t have that much new work to show, here’s a mostly chronological collection of snaps starting in December 2015 up until this past Sunday.
Growing up, the nearest worthwhile park was a 40 minutes bus ride away. It had a zoo with iron bar cages, a century-old carousel that made your hands smell like metal, and pony rides. It was where I learned to ride a bike without training wheels and discovered my love for bears and cotton candy.
It’s also the place I had one of my very first dates. We had agreed to meet up in the rose gardens. He was wearing a too-big button-down shirt with camels on it, slobbered all over my face, and almost caused me to swear off kissing forever. Almost.
More than anything, the news of David Bowie’s passing fills me with tinges of sadness for my baby brother who didn’t get to experience our parents the way I did. Before the drugs, before the dischord, before the weight of their impending adulthood manifested itself, there were weekend mornings spent on the road to anywhere, cruising around for the sake of exploring, and getting out of our concrete tower prison. There were picnics on the side of country roads with stolen strawberries and ears of corns, and all those times my Ma lost us in the woods in a neverending search for Baby’s Breath. And always Stevie Nicks, Queen, Bowie or Dylan playing in the background as the soundtrack.
It didn’t matter that I didn’t understand what those songs meant then, it only mattered that as soon as Ma pushed the Space Oddity tape into the car’s radio, I got to spend time with the two people who, despite their (already) explosive fights, stopped long enough to get along and take me on adventures so I would want to make something of myself and explore the world they wanted me to experience but couldn’t afford to show me.
If I were to sum up 2015, it was definitely Moonlight Sonata (1st and 3rd movements) with a dash of Alone Again, Or, a soupçon of All We Ever Wanted Was Everything, and a big, heaping shovelful of Swim and Sleep (Like a Shark). Something like anxious melancholic nostalgia and a longing for something/one I didn’t know I needed until I had a taste of it.
Who doesn’t love a good visual pun?!
Well, if everybody = 14 folks, that is.
Unless you’re one of the handful of people who are close to me, you would have no idea that my life is run on impulse and middle-of-the-night needs to learn/try something new. Combine that with my tendency to hyper-focus on a task1, and the near impossible amount of bees in my bonnet, and you end up with a pretty healthy collection of half-finished or in-progress pieces strewn all over the house2.
***EDIT: You can pre-order the Major Arcana deck here!***
I did it! The Solipsist Tarot’s Major Arcana is complete! *confetti*
I have no idea how or why, but sometime in the middle of painting Panda Scott parts for another one of those automatons, the urge to to make a popup book about a man-bear going on strange adventures took hold, and that’s the only thing I can think of working on now.