Monday, June 22, 2015

Marginally Academic Drawing 07


feels like a 4/4 time signature, but it's really 10/4

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Mountain Climbing from Weld


The Weld General Store asked me to print up some more of these Seaverns W. Hilton prints.  I made a few sizes: postcards, 8 x 14 (6 x 12 image), 11 x 17 (8 x 16).   Visit the store when you are in town and get one of these reproductions of the historical mural that used to hang on the outside wall of the General Store.


*** one thing to note, is that this is an accurate historical reproduction so still has the old Chimney Trail listed.  That trail has been closed for a long time because of land slides.  It no longer exists and people should NOT go there.  These prints should not be used for navigation.  They are a faithful reproduction of a very old map that used to be available in the town a long time ago.  Anyone who is looking for a trail map that is current can find that at the Weld General Store too.  Be sure to ask for the current map if you plan to hike.


Monday, June 15, 2015

Marginally Academic Drawing 01


Building on the idea of marginal drawings, I have been exposing students to the ugly process that is an integral part of creating art.  The idea is not new, not my own, but is often overlooked.  Other disciplines teach that learning takes practice, trial and error.  Art has an ignorant concept of genius, divine inspiration, and shamanism that removes the idea of effort from the work and makes people believe (falsely) that art requires talent without effort and that an artist either is born with it or not.  The public face of any artist is that of her/his best work.  If you were allowed to see every page of a sketchbook, every scribbled-upon napkin, every franticly scrawled idea in the margins, you would see a handful of good ideas scattered among many failures and incomplete thoughts.  Some good ideas are complete accidents, most are the result of effort, work, trying, thinking, doing.  Of course the good ideas are given attention as the artist develops them into full bodies of work.  

I call this latest set of marginal drawings "Marginally Academic Drawings" because they have some kind of focus.  The idea is to create a sketch based on a simple idea, a simple set of rules, and build on the mistakes to create variations of the first idea.  This strategy is used very successfully in music.  From my own music collection, I immediately think of this strategy when I listen to the drumming of Neal Peart, the music of Medeski, Martin, and Wood, or Charles Mingus.  I call it academic because some rules exists (as opposed to completely free-form) and some of the forms that evolve look like many art school projects (without regard to the academic rhetoric attached to the forms).  

I share these marginally academic drawings in this blog because this blog is not formal, and is kept mostly for my own entertainment.  I have also found, quite happily, that revealing the working process of creativity does encourage my students to start working (and keep working) on their own projects.  It reveals that art is much deeper than the finished, packaged product in the gallery and contains many processes that are not revealed in the limited space of an artist's website.  

Friday, June 12, 2015

Don't fret precious I'm here, 
step away from the window
Go back to sleep
 
Lay your head down child 
I won't let the boogeyman come
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
 
Pay no mind to the rabble 
Pay no mind to the rabble
Head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums
 
Pay no mind what other voices say
They don't care about you, 
like I do, like I do 

Safe from pain and truth and choice 
and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fuck about you, 
like I do. 

Just stay with me, 
safe and ignorant,
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
 
Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come
Count the bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
 
Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble
Head down, go to sleep to the rhythm of the war drums
 
I'll be the one to protect you from 
Your enemies and all your demons 
I'll be the one to protect you from
a will to survive and a voice of reason
I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and your choices son
They're one in the same
I must isolate you
Isolate and save you from yourself
 
Swayin to the rhythm of the new world order and
Count the bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums

The boogeymen are coming
The boogeymen are coming
Keep your head down, go to sleep, to the rhythm of a war drums

Stay with me
Safe and ignorant
Just stay with me
Hold you and protect you from the other ones
The evil ones
Don't love you son,
Go back to sleep




--- Keenan

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Generals gathered in their masses,
Just like witches at black masses.
Evil minds that plot destruction,
Sorcerer of death's construction.
In the fields the bodies burning,
As the war machine keeps turning.
Death and hatred to mankind,
Poisoning their brainwashed minds.

Politicians hide themselves away,
They only started the war.
Why should they go out to fight,
They leave that all to the poor.

Time will tell them they are Power Blind,
Making war just for fun.
Treating people just like pawns in chess,
Wait till their judgment day comes.

Now in darkness world stops turning,
Ashes where the bodies burning.
No more war pigs have the power,
Hand of God has struck the hour.
Day of judgment God is calling,
On their knees the war pig's crawling.
Begging mercies for their sins,
Satan laughing spreads his wings.




--- J. Osbourne

Wednesday, June 10, 2015


Up here in space
I'm looking down on you
My lasers trace
Everything you do

You think you've private lives think nothing of the kind
There is no true escape I'm watching all the time

I'm made of metal
My circuits gleam
I am perpetual
I keep the country clean

I'm elected electric spy
I'm protected electric eye

Always in focus
You can't feel my stare
I zoom into you
You don't know I'm there

I take a pride in probing all your secret moves
My tearless retina takes pictures that can prove

I'm made of metal
My circuits gleam
I am perpetual
I keep the country clean

I'm elected electric spy
I'm protected electric eye

Electric eye, in the sky Feel my stare, always there
There's nothing you can do about it Develop and expose
I feed upon your every thought And so my power grows






---  Tipton, Halford, Downing (1982)

Tuesday, June 09, 2015


Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order

An insulated border
In between the bright lights
 and the far unlit unknown


Growing up it all seems so one-sided

Opinions all provided

The future pre-decided

Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone


Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone

(Subdivisions)

In the high school halls

In the shopping malls

Conform or be cast out
(Subdivisions)
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars

Be cool or be cast out


Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth

But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth


Drawn like moths we drift into the city

The timeless old attraction

Cruising for the action

Lit up like a firefly

Just to feel the living night


Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats

Get caught in ticking traps

And start to dream of somewhere

To relax their restless flight


Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights...

(Subdivisions)

In the high school halls

In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out

(Subdivisions)
In the basement bars

In the backs of cars

Be cool or be cast out



---  Neil Peart


Monday, June 08, 2015


I am the one, orgasmatron the outstretched grasping hand
My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore

I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant and revel in your pain
And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate
I am the politician and I decide your fate

I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palace, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the God of war and I will cut you down





--- Lemmy