Starry Night

Van Gogh's Starry Night (top, 1889?, oil). Elin's Starry Night (bottom).
It has obviously been reflected horizontally, and the flash isn't helping the color, but you get the gist. (2000, Acrylic)

Rubylith

Most of these are testers to see what I was able to do with the Rubylith and my scalpel. (2007ish). Recently I have made "batman" for my nephew. Unfortunately I was unable to borrow it for posting purposes.

Ruby Lith is masking film. Rubylith consists of two films sandwiched together. The bottom layer is a clear polyester backing sheet. The top layer is a translucent, red coloured, self adhesive, emulsion. It is used for many different printing techniques. It is easily cut with a knife. This is what I do, minus the printing. I gently cut what I want out of the red side, and then peel away the rest, and ta-da....oh yeah..there is a white sheet of paper behind so you can see the ruby, the actual background is clear

Give (OMW)

If I had 100, 000 dollars, what organization or person would I give it to? What an overused question, however also a good one, and as much as I want to be one of those people who love to believe they would give it all to charity, I am not. I mean, come on, who are you kidding? It's 100, 000 dollars! You can't even buy a house for 100, 000 dollars. So you're telling me that you would give all of that to people who are going without before even maybe giving a little bit of thought to paying off some of your own living costs; mortgage, your car, the list goes on. Again, I remind you that we are talking about 100, 000. I suppose if I had money, I might consider it, but I don't, so I am not. This is not to say that I am not kind hearted or caring, because I think I might be, a tad. Perhaps if I had to give away 1, 000, 000 dollars out of say 10, 000, 000, 000, I might have a boring, cliche, save the world answer for you. That is not the case. Not today. Today, I would give the 100, 000 to my mother. Now, you may think this too is a cliche answer, however, let me explain. I chose my mother for selfish reasons. I would donate all of my precious moolah to the fabulous mother fund because I know that if I was ever in need, she would, without a doubt, hand it right back to me. So, for all of those people out there who have a 100, 000 dollars to toss away, I just started my own charity. Please make your cheque or money order out to "Dreams on you".

Roots

This is a recent quick sketch. The face doesn't belong to anyone in particular. The emotion belongs to me. (hb) 2008 The quality of the photo is not great as I am using my webcam...my scanner is still busted!

Transportation (OMW)

I choose walking. I have been walking for some time now, so I figure I have it pretty much under control. Well, for the most part. I occasionally trip over my own foot, a crack in the sidewalk, air. I might walk in to things from time to time; walls, doors, other people..whatever, the point is, I am eco friendly. haha. Walking happens to be one of many skills that we only have to learn to a satisfactory level. It is a yes or no. You can or you cannot. I don't have to be great at it. It is like people say about old, run down shitty jalopies, they get one from A to B. I like walking, I trust it. I can trust myself to walk most days, and for the most part I trust other walking people. It is not a very dangerous task. I feel if I can see something, it isn't too far to walk. If I can't see it, I just stay home. Kidding. Obviously, once in a while, I have to take some other form of transportation. The bus, both in city and across country, the subway, the street car. These are all quite amusing. Nothing amazes me more than people on public transpo. I love the idea of sharing an adventure with a load of smelly, miserable, sardined strangers, some of whom are drunk and puking. There is absolutely nothing greater than ending your night, sharing a ride with someone you don't know, gagging in your ear, and puking on your shoes. Enjoy your next ride. Maybe you will see me strutting my stuff. Make sure to wave!

Superherp

This is the first rough sketch of "Lee Pyre". I am working on some changes....

Listen (OMW)

So, what am I listening to? So many things. Dishes rattling, running water, Jake is doing the dishes. He must have a runny nose because I can hear some sniffling as well. I can hear the TV. Sometimes I keep it on for background noise. I think Law and Order is on. I can hear the fridge. It makes a really annoying humming sound, until someone kicks it! I can hear the street car, and someone honking their horn. I hear the sound of the keyboard while I type. There is a lot going on right now. No wonder I can barely hear myself think. Often these noises become louder and louder in my head, almost to the point that I can no longer concentrate. So intrusive. Noise that other people can't always hear screeching in my mind. Someone eating with their mouth open, scraping forks on teeth. These sounds are always so loud to me. When I hear high pitch noises, I lose concentration more easily. I used to wish to be hard of hearing. Obviously I don't really want that, but the noise is so overwhelming.
Do you remember the scene from "Juno" when she is in the abortion clinic waiting room ...that's what my life is always like. I am always listening to music. I take my music with me everywhere. If I didn't, I think I might just go insane.

Damn dino

Not a huge fan of my "Damn Dino". Not my favorite project, but here he is. Stegosaurus. I didn't get a chance to finish all the touch ups I wanted to do. Maybe I will take this one on again. No stamp, just paint. What year...2005? Maybe. (paint - acrylic, pencil crayon, some type)

Plant

This is also old. Seems to be a theme here. Mrs. Pickering's art class, high school. I think maybe 2000. 3D Still life project inspired by Matisse. Matisse was known for his use of color, I used bright color. "Inspired? I think so!" The actual still life that we drew had a million things in it, plants, a chair, boots, a table, cello, I chose to crop mine. (cardboard, tissue rolls, paper towel, glue, paint - acrylic)

Venus

One of my favorite goddesses. "Venus" (paint-acrylic) This is really old. 1999? I should really do another one now...

Big Red

My grandfather painted one similar to this. I always thought it was nice. I painted one for myself. "Big Red" (paint - acrylic)

Fish Lady

I couldn't sleep. Insomnia does weird things to a person. "Free the goldfish" (magazine cut outs, gluestick, marker - songs from infomercial) You can't see it, but there is a very tiny naked magazine lady in the reflection of the glasses)

Minute sketches

Quick sketch, later colored. "Me?" (hb, pencil crayon) Very old.
Sketch recreated with ink. No name. 2005? (ink)
Original sketch. No name. 2005? (hb)
This is a phone doodle. "Calla" (black bic)

Dance

I don't have a name for this one..."Shell no more!" I don't know. (paint - acrylic, board, pencil crayon) Not a very good shot of this one....

More Splatter

This piece is older as well. 2000 maybe. "Racism" (Paint - acrylic, paper, glue)

Splatter

This piece works with or without the middle red piece. It alone is called "Nails for Dave" (paint - acrylic, glue, nails), the outer pieces don't really have a name. (paint - acrylic, glue)
This also doesn't really have a name. It reminds me of pizza...(paint - acrylic, a little glue)
This is "BW". It is only a portion of the actual painting. (paint - acrylic)
All of these pieces were done in 2000/2001/2002? Sometime

Scream

Pretty self-explanatory. "Scream". This one is really old. I think it was 1998/99

Miss May

This is a painting of my friend Amy (2008)...."Miss May". She still needs some fixing up. (Paint - acrylic)

Fetus

This is a fetus. The background is a little blurry. (paint-acrylic) Maybe 2006?

Habit (OMW)

So, I am a follower of the One Minute Writer. I haven't been a very good follower so far. First I will explain...so this One Minute Writer thinks that there is always time to write and so she gives a topic and a timer and off you go. I don't really care about the timer, because I have plenty minutes to do whatever I please, so I just follow topics really. Anyway, the topic yesterday was habit and I told myself I would write about it and well, I didn't. Not last night anyway. So, here I am a procrastinator. How perfect is that? That's my bad habit. I am a procrastinator. Well, not always. I like to get out and do things, but if it can be left a few more minutes, days, I may be inclined to take full advantage of that. This is probably something I should change. I could probably save myself some stress if I just did things instead of telling myself I will do things. I have been meaning to make Christmas cards, and I keep putting it off. By the time I remember that I was supposed to be doing something, I could very well be eating Christmas dinner. Time's up! I am going to go clean the kitchen.

Carmen

This is Carmen. She is an old project. (pencil crayon) 2005?

Ink

This is clearly a skeleton (blue bic) 2004

Tiny Dancer

This is my "Tiny Dancer" (black marker) 2005

Older sketches

I was bored ..."sexy lady unfinished"(pastel on cardboard) 2006?
just a little sketch "punch" (hb) 2005?
sketch of "Tami" (hb) 2005?
sketch of "Morgan" (hb) 2005?

Ex Libris

This is an old self portrait of sorts(pencil crayon/sharpie) 2004
This is the self portrait re used (pencil crayon/sharpie) 2005?
Here it is again re used in this book plate project "ex libris" which means "from books". It is often used to indicate ownership of a book as in "from the books of", or "from the library of". I used myself (pencil crayon/sharpie), Leonard Cohen - bird one a wire (sharpie/computer), and William Shakespeare (pencil crayon). 2005?

Go getter?

So, I am sitting here anxiously awaiting some thoughts. I have none. I can't think about anything because I am focusing all of my attention on trying to figure out what to do with my life. There are so many career choices, so many great opportunities to be had, but what to do? What is my calling? I have always considered myself to be a go getter of some sort. I mean, I love to learn and I am by no means lazy. If something needs to be done, I am usually one to do it. So, why am I still trying to figure out what I am supposed to be doing? Well, because I have no niche. That's right, no niche. I am a go getter with nothing to go get. I have no calling. I wasn't born to be. I have no drive, not a proper drive anyway. I need a niche and bad. I guess until I figure all of this out I will go get a "just for now" job. This is just another downside. Since I just do things because I do, I often appear content doing any task, and this leads to getting stuck. I don't want to go get stuck!! I am not content. I don't want to be stuck.

Blah-g

I am just here to write...write anything. I have no real concerns or matters to discuss. I just think a lot and am in serious need to dump it all somewhere. I am so bored of hearing myself speak. I can't talk to myself anymore. haha If you want to read, bare with me. Feel free to give me suggestions, ask questions etc, that might get me started on something good.