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and an even longer while

well.....where to begin? lots going on, but very little of it has to do with the art world. So to sum it all up:

finally bought some new canvases - no idea what to throw down on them. The Department M website has officially launched, although it's more a portfolio than an actual full-service site. Working on that. And I thrown a few new pieces down since my last post. The site and works are as follows:

Site: Department M - www.deptm.com

And the works:

Dam - it's been a while

A new, more detailed post is to come. Been crazy busy with work - and other non-art related shit, that I haven't had time to sit, assess and enjoy. here some snaps and pieces from the past few months:

A D I D A S

So DA's hosting a contest in partnership with Adidas clled the "Finger Painting Contest" - head over to DeviantArt to check it out. [edit - 04-12-09] My submission for the contest is:

This piece is actually quite personal - it's the first portrait I've ever done of my family - and this is what we enjoy doing most. Just hanging.  And what better to wear than my Stan Smiths or Shells that were designed to just hang in. And breakdance I guess.

AND, this is by far one of the best vids I've seen in a long time:

Back to basics.....

So - after writing some personal stuff that really has nothing to do with my purpose for starting this blog - ART - so, i'd like to bring this back to basics.

So the creator and venerable artist from http://www.fumboo.com/ invited me to participate in the upcoming comic artist anthology project, FAT CHUNK. Although the release date is still if-y, should be out by this summer and it is LOADED with talent - except for the two pages submitted by that Department M guy. Well, I'm guessing I can't post my pages just yet, but a little preview of a panel wouldn't hurt:

So life, huh?

i'm not an expert at what goes on in life by any means......in fact, most of the time I just wing it. But it really is amazing how quickly things change. In art, what you create is left as-is for the rest of time - or until someone comes along and fucks it up for all its worth. you draw something, or better said, you create something, and there it is. Permanent. Unless you chose to modify it in some way or if someone sets fire to it. But in life, you age. you think you've been created in a certain way, and then all of a sudden, you're proven wrong by some chance occurrence. Like falling in love i guess - you think you're 1 type of person, but then, just THEN, the minute you meet that special someone, you realize all of your ideals are bullshit. All in the face of love. Life's funny like that I guess. 

It's pretty much the same when it comes to the other impactful aspects of life - one of which being death. You know someone for all your years, and in the blink of a moment, te status quo changes. so where does tat leave you? where does that play into all of the righteousness you thought you had down pact in your journey across life? 

the characters we create as artist are just about the only thing we can hold certain that they'll be there forever - but people, or worse, loved-ones.......change. They get sick. They get anrgy. And eventually, they leave us. Sometimes you;re subjected to watching the process - the catalyst, the effect, the aftermath. And still you go on.....pretty fucked up how as long as you're not the one that passes, you feel like youre the one holding the bag.

The bag. The one thing most people carry on until it starts to show. Gray hair. Irritability. Pain. But eventually, kindness. If you've ever been accused of not having a heart, its probably because you've forgotten how to hurt. But in life - that's the ..............and someone just tried to break in...............

oh nine.....

22 days into this new year, and it's been an interesting ride. i fear the future. a lot. i have yet to draw anything this year. to sum it all up, here is a procession of linear statements of the things that occurred in this wonderful new year (and a bit before). Woke up to go to work at 5 am. Got to the airport with time. connected in texas only to find out my wife's grandmother was on her death bed. saw a stereo-typical texan on an escalator. hid laughter out fear of getting a boot between the legs. went through 3 security check points. lost my phone. found my phone. saw the mountains of park city utah. skied the mountains of park city utah. grandma was stable. had a snowball fight. grandma got worse. flew home on new years eve. had a beer in texas on the way back. got home, but turned down stone crab dinner. got drunk. not celebratory. lounged out and watch the final season of avatar. watched the final season of teen titans. watched almost 15 movies. got really depressed by one. returned to work. went right back to the stress. threw a hell of a bachelor party. made dinner for the moms. got an awesome review at work. got an awesome level of new projects to go with it. grandpa turned 92. had a hell of a time at the wedding. gave an awesome best-man speech. endured a serious hangover. counted down to the end of bush. grandma died. monster pissed on our hard wood floor as I'm bolting for the door to go to hospital. the gate wouldn't open. heard barrack's speech and felt inspired. buried grandma. went to work to distract the mind. wrote out list of activities for the past 22 or so days. couldn't remember everything. All this with an incalculable amount of alcohol and cigarettes at almost every step. At least I'm not bored. - marin -