More Painterly Palouse

Palouse Composition no. 2

Palouse Composition no. 1

Here are a couple of my first attempts at painting the Palouse. There are so many different shades of brown in this area, I love the challenge of painting dirt.

Bad Idea

Bad Idea

He watched as the pavement came closer to his face, he could feel the one-wheeled contraption shoot away from him, into the distance. He watched his arms stretch forward—a protective reaction. It was this reaction, x-rays would later reveal, that caused his ulna to forcefully collide with his humorous resulting in a chip on his olecranon process, also know as a broken elbow. His wife had warned him…

Larry sat in the Kitchen amongst the smell of last night’s dinner festering in the garbage, he watched clip after clip on the internet, taking notes and ignoring the advice coming from the living room.

His wife raised her voice to just above normal.

“You know you’re going to hurt yourself,” she said as she watched Vanna in a bright red dress turning letters. “This is by far one of your stupidest ideas ever.” Her rant was cut short by a piece of popcorn that went down the wrong pipe.

The following day the decisive and confident Larry made his way downtown to the bike shop. He had snuck away for an extended lunch—work had been slow and he figured no on would miss the sound of his adding machine for a couple of hours. The sun was out but it wasn’t too warm. A heavy breeze prevented sweat on his brow, but bothered the hairs that were combed over his shinny baldhead. As he pushed open the bike shop’s heavy glass door, a small bell rang brassily. He was greeted by a mutt of a dog sniffing his feet and a voice from the back of the shop.

“Hey—how’s it going?”

Larry smoothed out his attempt at hair and replied, “Good, good.” He bobbed as he spoke. He glanced around the shop.

“Is there something I can help you find?” the twenty-something stoner of a bike mechanic asked.

“Well, I’m actually looking for a unicycle.”

The bike mechanic reacted with a tilted head and nodded with confusion, “Right on, right on, I think we have on of those around here somewhere.” He scanned the store and within seconds found a dusty unicycle hanging from a hook. As his grease stained hands retrieved the one wheeler he asked, “Have you ridden one of these things before?”

Larry reacted naturally with a lie, “Yup, had one as a kid.”

“You want to give it a test run?” the bike mechanic asked as he rolled the unicycle back and forth in front of Larry.

Excitement and nerves pumped the blood through Larry’s body as he took the unicycle out to the back parking lot. He recited to himself—sit up straight, look straight ahead, weight on seat, not pedals. The 43-year old-accountant placed a hand on the cool cinder blocks that made up the exterior wall of the bike shop. He looked down at the unicycle that he was about to master. Larry placed his right foot on the pedal that was highest—he took a deep breath and pushed down.

Not a winner

It didn't win, but that's ok...

i-scream

A good friend of mine owns an ice cream stand up on Mt. Hood. If you're ever in Government Camp, OR. on a hot summer day you can cool down with a Volcano Cone. Check it out on facebook...http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Volcano-Cones/161603977209499

 When I think of ice cream I think of being a kid...even though I eat plenty of the good stuff nowadays. I wanted to have a child-likeness with these designs so I stuck with bright colors and simple lines.

Print it.

Orange and Blue Composition no.2

Orange and Blue Composition no. 1

Orange and Yellow Composition no. 1

Yellow and Blue Composition no. 1

I've really enjoyed learning the monotype printing process. Through this process I have been able to explore the idea of creating balanced yet hopefully intriguing compositions.

Bikecar love

I took a boat-load of photos and learned Final Cut Express to make this video. The music is by, Set in Sand. You can hear more of their stuff if you click here...http://www.myspace.com/setinsand

 

My intent with this video was simply to show Joey building the bikecar. It was amazing the thought, time and effort he put into it. If you haven't seen the movie yet you can purchase it here...http://bikecarmovie.com/Pre_Order_BCExtended.html

Painterly Palouse

Tomer Butte no.1

Tomer Butte no.2

 I am pretty fortunate to have this view from my back yard.  I could paint this butte over and over...every day it takes on a different look. It's my own little Mont Sainte-Victoire!

Rock Showing

Here are some fliers I designed for

       Nonie and the Static.

Being a frequenter of Billboard propaganda I have noted that simple and bold fliers seem to stand out the most. While I have come across some band fliers that are very creative and or illustrated magnificently, those fliers don’t necessarily stand out amongst the others. The point of these fliers is to attract attention which will in turn hopefully stir the interest of people that have never heard Nonie and the Static.

We are NONIE AND THE STATIC.

I'm in a band. We are Nonie and the Static. If you would like to listen to our music please click here...http://www.myspace.com/nonieandthestatic

2010

A summary of 2010 via facebook status updates...

       

 

       It's a good life.

 I have dead legs and a permanent grin.

 I just won new bike tires on ebay! Man it feels good to be a winner!

 I’m going to email Al Gore and ask him to bring back global warming.

 I can't find the ipod...maybe I should have bought one that is bigger than a toenail.

 Just made the not so humble move of becoming a fan of the band I'm in...but I must say, I am a fan.

 I’m going to stimulate the economy.

 I just watched Rad and it was...Rad.

 I’m addicted to chap stick.

 I can not feel my feet, but the bike ride was fun!

 I sit, listening to the sounds of sliding cars.

 First day of school update: Forgot a pen for my first class, was late for my second class because I went to the wrong class, and said dumb stuff in my last class. Off to a good start!

         If you have to type "lol" maybe it's not that funny.

 Work, study, practice, corn dog. That is the plan.

 Who's knocking at my door?!! That would be the wind.

 I’m going to make an attempt at normal.

 Mops don't clean messes up, they spread them around.

 ..trying to figure out what I should be when I grow up. Any suggestions?

 "She was a good broad," I overheard the man say as he left the coffee shop, "She was like a brother."

 

I saw a guy jogging today. He wore running shoes, shorts, gloves, sunglasses and a beanie...he forgot his shirt.

 

 I was washing my hands in the restroom, I heard a toilet flush and she walks out of a stall holding some sort of pizza pocket food. She glances at the sinks and continues on her way-neglecting to wash her hands. As I waited in line for a coffee, I saw her again-a lit cigarette in one hand, the last bite of her pocket food in the other. She pops the little morsel of food into her mouth then takes a drag from her cig.

 I saw a guy standing outside Baskin Robbins today. He looked to be enjoying the sunshine, but not his ice cream headache.

 It's a good morning. It's a Friday morning. It's a good morning even though my run this morning consisted of dodging a trail of frozen barf.

 I saw two frat boys on a tandem bicycle this morning. It was 6am and they were headed south—out of town.

 As I was trying to stuff my foot into a shiny black Michael Kors pump, a thirty-something-year-old mom swimming in an XXXL hockey jersey (she wore #3 for Team Twisted) pointed at me, “Now she knows style,” she said to her twelve-year-old daughter. The daughter slurped her Orange Julius, then replied, “High heels mom? I’m 12.”

 I couldn't tell if it was chocolate ice cream or blood that dripped along the sidewalk.

 It seems easier to ride my bike in the pouring rain, than
          to drive...I wouldn't know where to park.

 

He said, “I know your hair is dark now, but still, it just
startles me.” I replied, “Thank you?”

 If you lost your dirty hemp bracelet, it's on the ground by the big mail box, near the nicer trailer park on Palouse River Drive.

 Dodging grasshoppers.

 Chasing birds.

 This morning started off with me saying, "Are you kidding me?" to my alarm.

 I used power tools today and I still have all of my fingers.

 I got invited to a kegger.

 Not to brag but, I woke up with the sweetest 80s bangs.

 I was unintentionally following the bundled up hooded figure through campus. His hands were in his pockets, I could not see his face. He paused for a brief moment, then spewed vomit into the street. He carried on.

 It's -2 outside, but supposedly it really feels like 9 degrees? There's a difference?

His sweat glazed muscles glistened under the florescent lights of the gymnasium. He wore brand new Nike's, athletic shorts, a wife beater and a goatee. Regardless of the heavy breathing and other signs of fatigue, those scissor kicks would not defeat him. I know this because I heard him whisper, "No big deal, no big deal, no big deal..."

 Well, I'm 30. People will take me seriously now...right?

 

Wine-oh!

I love wine and I'm not afraid to show it.

Get'n bloggy

Well, I've now joined the future.