i've decided, after laying in my bed catching allthewayup with 'true blood', i've decided, that it is time to get off and up and DO something, i've decided. what i'm going to do is pre-narrate my escapades, then do them, and see if my mind changes, or i switch things up and go rogue on plotting.
step 1. go to mcdonalds. i know it's wrong for my body, and i don't reaaaaaaaally have the money, BUT. justification says, i'm REALLY hungry, don't have specifically what i want IN my house, it's too loud to cook (psh.), i'm REALLY hungry, and it's going to cost me less than 5 bucks. since i'm going rogue, i'm getting a filet o'fish. don't judge me. i've had one bite once. it was delicious. as well as a mcchicken and some fries. maybe a mcdouble. don't tell 'fit' me what i did.
step 2. paint on something that makes my heart beat.
step 3. flee. revel. shhhhh.
step 4. write about it, whether in freshly broken in moleskin, or blog.
step 5. sketch, paint, refine, or sleep.
this begins now. the time is 2:48am.
this just ended. the time is 4:01am.
step 1. achieved. felt sloppy.
step 2. found the place. felt wrong (too quiet? warning sign? sudden remorse for the things i have done?), walked away like a cat who's been caught barking. continued to feel sloppy, blamed it on not having peed beforehand, and learned the power of a bladder's influence over any situation.
steps 3 + 1/2 of 4. thought how easily it was to justify walking away, contemplated cowardice, justified it with knowing the feeling and coming back when it feels right. thinking if it felt right the other times. probably didn't. no way to be sure. can't have the expectation for redemption. this game doesn't use that player.
step 5. reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally don't want to do anything but sleep, so i may just do that. i had thought of something clever to say about my travels... and then i remembered and wrote it in there. can you tell what it was? it was the bladder's influence. probably not clever. but it made me smile as i thought of it as i walked to the toilet to conquer this influence. or succumb to it... damn i am a slave to bodily functions.
Jun 27, 2011
Jun 24, 2011
no but seriously. i AM waldo. and you've found me. so kindly shove off.
there's a fear in not being able to do what we love. and what i love is you.
but i'm defined by a sketch. a simple rhythm of the strokes and strays of a pen. 0.3 probably. 0.1 for the state of perception that defines me, 0.2 for the supposed reaction to the proposition of your observation. i'll add another 1.4 for the goodness of those who have lent me their graces, and i'll take away 0.8 for the graces i've given back. 3.4 for the parents who raised me, 4.3 for the brothers who rose beside me, and 7.7 for the family that exists around me. all these lines in variants and definitions within their piercing black, on the paled unstained canvas measured at 8.7. i'll take it all away with a 24.7 and just know that no; this is simply me, a sketch of existence thick like 0.3.
but i'm defined by a sketch. a simple rhythm of the strokes and strays of a pen. 0.3 probably. 0.1 for the state of perception that defines me, 0.2 for the supposed reaction to the proposition of your observation. i'll add another 1.4 for the goodness of those who have lent me their graces, and i'll take away 0.8 for the graces i've given back. 3.4 for the parents who raised me, 4.3 for the brothers who rose beside me, and 7.7 for the family that exists around me. all these lines in variants and definitions within their piercing black, on the paled unstained canvas measured at 8.7. i'll take it all away with a 24.7 and just know that no; this is simply me, a sketch of existence thick like 0.3.
Jun 21, 2011
yeah i change my thumbnail profile pic to be compositionally emaculate... what of it
cold kicks and wicked lips
you're a freedom slouch and i get lost climbing amidst the chains.
but at least everyone is invited..
you're a freedom slouch and i get lost climbing amidst the chains.
but at least everyone is invited..
Jun 20, 2011
one more song, it's just about dawn!
i searched and found nothing, but the idea of what could be was greater than what wasn't done. there's potential in the air and the bed is finally made, let's fake this rainbow together and name the colours what we please. our promises together put forever with the promises of the past- you be what i know and see and i'll be what you've seen and adore, together til the sun dawns for the second time and the sheets still haven't been touched.
Jun 17, 2011
goats.
yes random maroon gradient. just imagine white graffiti within/on it, and then you can see what i would see if i should choose to physically do so. on my screen. sure i may wreck 99.9% of my viewing experiences, but for that 0.1% i'll be king of intuitive composition and floundering aesthetics.
what did YOU do with your thursday night? was it thirsty? mine was not. but i fixed a lantern, and gave my future camping self the gift of LIGHT. i'm full of questions right now. if i was survey writing, it'd be a doozy. what's that? you LIKE questions? man.
1. who is your least favorite super hero and why.
2. why do you think vloggers on the internet get so popular?
3. and why are they so damn attractive...
4. graffiti- vandalism? or enlightenment.
5. who would win in this day and age.. cowboys, or indians?
6. i heard love described a lot tonight. it sounds terrifying.
7. if you had the chance to go commit to a big event across the country you couldn't afford- though allowing you to live out your dreams, or staying safe and comfortable in your own city for a friends wedding, which would you do?
8. what is your least favorite three drink combination?
9. spell conscious in your head. did you get it right?
10. are you a touch-er or a gazer? in the context of art viewing.
mm mm MM. now i'm in an answering mood. friggen weird.
1. superman. because he's overly patriotic, seemingly invulnerable, and kind of a bitch in the 'i'm flawless therefore realistically ideal and conceptually conflict-less' way.
2. i think we enable them because we give them something to say. their soapbox is on a familiar level we can all relate to because they are saying what we would say. and then we start vlogging and say what we would say and people nod and agree. it helps if you are damn attractive as well. fantasy friendships is what i call my longing to hang out with young creative california based now-employed life document-ers.
3. probably because their father is damn attractive. and most likely because their mother is damn attractive. OR they just know how to come off as damn attractive and therefore ARE damn attractive because our expectations of damn attractive are damn attractive.
4. depends on the intention of the artist. the aesthetic is enlightened... regardless if the content is (searches antonyms of enlightened) perplexed. or. selfish.
5. that question can and will be answered july 29 - 31. birthday weekend PLUG. (sorry alexandra... i know you'll be gone. it's just the only one that works...)
6. i agree. terrifying.
7. i feel like the friendship won't get damaged, and the potential for seizing an opportunity such as this would be advantageous for the future and for victory in taking risks EVERYWHERE. fear loss.
8. i wanted to say one glass orange juice, one glass chocolate milk, one glass orange juice, but it turns out the body can handle that. i'll go apple juice, banana milk, and then sprite.
9. it took three times to type it. therefore i did not.
10. gazer, only because i know i want to touch it. and good enough is good enough. so i touch everything else with a texture to compensate. the world isn't as dirty as you think.
sometimes i desire to have strangers strung along on my theoretical silver-tongue. then i feel like i'd lead them astray. give them hope for something amazing then come back with 'look what i painted on this municipally owned wall!'. and disappointment would prevail. but you know why people are REALLY successful? cuz they don't give a shit about the haters. or if what they say holds any weight beyond the celebration of creativity and loving what they do for fun.
hey canvas in the garage. prepare to be maimed with colours and concepts and knowledge of pre-sale. IS THERE NO ONE ELSE?! he shouted to the financially endowed masses..
what did YOU do with your thursday night? was it thirsty? mine was not. but i fixed a lantern, and gave my future camping self the gift of LIGHT. i'm full of questions right now. if i was survey writing, it'd be a doozy. what's that? you LIKE questions? man.
1. who is your least favorite super hero and why.
2. why do you think vloggers on the internet get so popular?
3. and why are they so damn attractive...
4. graffiti- vandalism? or enlightenment.
5. who would win in this day and age.. cowboys, or indians?
6. i heard love described a lot tonight. it sounds terrifying.
7. if you had the chance to go commit to a big event across the country you couldn't afford- though allowing you to live out your dreams, or staying safe and comfortable in your own city for a friends wedding, which would you do?
8. what is your least favorite three drink combination?
9. spell conscious in your head. did you get it right?
10. are you a touch-er or a gazer? in the context of art viewing.
mm mm MM. now i'm in an answering mood. friggen weird.
1. superman. because he's overly patriotic, seemingly invulnerable, and kind of a bitch in the 'i'm flawless therefore realistically ideal and conceptually conflict-less' way.
2. i think we enable them because we give them something to say. their soapbox is on a familiar level we can all relate to because they are saying what we would say. and then we start vlogging and say what we would say and people nod and agree. it helps if you are damn attractive as well. fantasy friendships is what i call my longing to hang out with young creative california based now-employed life document-ers.
3. probably because their father is damn attractive. and most likely because their mother is damn attractive. OR they just know how to come off as damn attractive and therefore ARE damn attractive because our expectations of damn attractive are damn attractive.
4. depends on the intention of the artist. the aesthetic is enlightened... regardless if the content is (searches antonyms of enlightened) perplexed. or. selfish.
5. that question can and will be answered july 29 - 31. birthday weekend PLUG. (sorry alexandra... i know you'll be gone. it's just the only one that works...)
6. i agree. terrifying.
7. i feel like the friendship won't get damaged, and the potential for seizing an opportunity such as this would be advantageous for the future and for victory in taking risks EVERYWHERE. fear loss.
8. i wanted to say one glass orange juice, one glass chocolate milk, one glass orange juice, but it turns out the body can handle that. i'll go apple juice, banana milk, and then sprite.
9. it took three times to type it. therefore i did not.
10. gazer, only because i know i want to touch it. and good enough is good enough. so i touch everything else with a texture to compensate. the world isn't as dirty as you think.
sometimes i desire to have strangers strung along on my theoretical silver-tongue. then i feel like i'd lead them astray. give them hope for something amazing then come back with 'look what i painted on this municipally owned wall!'. and disappointment would prevail. but you know why people are REALLY successful? cuz they don't give a shit about the haters. or if what they say holds any weight beyond the celebration of creativity and loving what they do for fun.
hey canvas in the garage. prepare to be maimed with colours and concepts and knowledge of pre-sale. IS THERE NO ONE ELSE?! he shouted to the financially endowed masses..
Jun 15, 2011
shameless self promotion
http://www.threadless.com/submission/348056/a_necessary_sacrifice
i need votes. so vote 5. because it's not going so hot with the first 43 votes.
i need votes. so vote 5. because it's not going so hot with the first 43 votes.
Jun 13, 2011
what happens at the end of northmount?
that mystery that betrayed my senses long ago has surfaced again. i didn't see it coming but hindsight let me realize i felt it coming. You saved a life tonight. grace prevailed and truth defeated the lies of the enemy. thank You for letting Your light shine through and destroy the source of destruction. entering and exiting tools abundantly covered in the excited knowledge of victory.
Jun 11, 2011
on a friday night. it seems fitting.
woke up with lovely $4 breakfast bagel from (now on) the best store ever, and dan, dave and i headed our poor student asses to WALL STREET where surely we would make it huge trading in our banana money for something daring and ballsy, placing is quickly at the mercy of good fortune and art making capability. except we couldn't get into the stock exchange. who knew security would be so high... at least i got a damn good gyro out of it. street meat, FOR the win.
since we were in the vicinity of a certain statten island ferry, we decided heyyyy why not float by the statue of liberty and see what fievel saw. the ferry was a pretty standard people mover via water, but it was still cool to get off from walking and endure the sights of dirty water and cool swift breezes... and rush to the other side of the boat to witness the tourists do their thing and for us to document us with the tourists doing their thing AND for us to see how underwhelming the statue of liberty aaaaactually is... though thinking about it in the proper perspective with wolverine and sabertooth fighting atop of it, yeah, it should be that small. still, cool ride. and what was MORE surprising was how awesome statten island actually was! we only wandered a few blocks from where the ferry landed, but we enjoyed the trashy back end forest where surely shenanigans run by hooligans happened... there was pissing and vacating and dirty soccer ball kicking. and eventually more cool photo opportunities AND probably the best pizza i'd had so far... broccoli and cheddar pizza. nice and cheap too. damnit now i miss the pizza i had all over that place... unnnngh so good. still. A & S pizza, actual win. later we discovered statten island was indeed where all the trash in manhatten went. questions being answered.. good afternoon indeed.
we tried reaaaaaaaally hard to get back in time for... (this is where it gets foggy, as i stopped keeping my journal and started drinking instead (jooookes jokes... but seriously)) AHA (thank you in order photo documentation) visiting the moma since it was free fridays! we blitzed that sucker and saw things that were both impressive, and redundant. i'd say my highlight was a back room photo exhibition, where some fairly less known artists put out some kick ass documentation about other kick ass things worth documenting. in my journal it says we attempted to get to a robert maplethorpe opening, but my memory doesn't put these two events in the same day. BUT. it happened and my memory can suck it. double documentation trumps assumption. we did end up meeting with our other lovelies at a burger joint for some beers and silly talk.
this is definitely the night where dan ollied a rando garbage bag in the middle of the street whilst dave and i consumed his blubes (blueberries but funner to say. and squeeze? yes. in your mouth). i had s'more sushi from the best store ever and went to bed. possibly in that order. NOW i remember why i splash out pages long at once instead of piecing it together later... can't remember. why. i didn't.
so you know what?! saturday.
woke up, did shit, saw shit, took shit, went to bed.
NNNNNNNNNNNNNNO! this day was awesome. we went to williamsburg. which i now know why, but then didn't know is the hipster central location of NY. apparently. and my hipstamatic williamsburg set pack confirms this. dan, becky, ashley and i hopped on the subway which went ABOVE GROUND for a time (which was new and ... awesome) and landed us right in the middle of a wonderfully aesthetic atmosphere of everywhere graffiti and street fruit. we wandered through a LOVELY spanish neighborhood where i'm sure i'll flee to if they ever find out who i truly am, and wandered the many thrift/book stores that williamsburg had to offer. dan and i stuck together whilst the girls split because people at different paces need different places, and books were purchased, adorable, beautiful, cute and lovely ladies (and lads, lets be honest, good looking people congregate like moths to flame) walked by, we found ashley, pretended to ghost her thinking she'd notice but then DIDN'T and kept walking and vanished (she would be found hours later as she had no phone and we had to get back to chelsea for some openings), and witnessing a park infested with every kind of hipster you can imagine... because it was ghetto in the 'this is OUR park, we don't give a fuck' way. becky took us to a reaaaaaaally cool art store where they had a sketchbook project where people had filled a sketchbook, and put it back into the collection where they could be signed out like library books. super cool concept and friggen great way to share art.
we took the train back hoping to find the right show opening to go to, but got hopelessly lost trying to find a gallery that didn't exist because the opening was the night before. someone on the website screwed up huge. so sadly, that was it for our art opening expectations, though we heard the other group ended up at some reaaaaaaally cool ones, especially the one where dave elbowed jeff koons in the chest by accident and got the pompous 'what are YOU doing here' glares from the upper echelon of art society. we re-met everyone at the burger joint again, and went on dancing at home sweet home again. i think. either way it was a fun train ride home and there were some amazing passing out photos that got accidentally and tragically wiped. i bought sushi again and for the first time in .. ever, couldn't finish it. disappointed in you, tyler of saturday night. for shame.
since we were in the vicinity of a certain statten island ferry, we decided heyyyy why not float by the statue of liberty and see what fievel saw. the ferry was a pretty standard people mover via water, but it was still cool to get off from walking and endure the sights of dirty water and cool swift breezes... and rush to the other side of the boat to witness the tourists do their thing and for us to document us with the tourists doing their thing AND for us to see how underwhelming the statue of liberty aaaaactually is... though thinking about it in the proper perspective with wolverine and sabertooth fighting atop of it, yeah, it should be that small. still, cool ride. and what was MORE surprising was how awesome statten island actually was! we only wandered a few blocks from where the ferry landed, but we enjoyed the trashy back end forest where surely shenanigans run by hooligans happened... there was pissing and vacating and dirty soccer ball kicking. and eventually more cool photo opportunities AND probably the best pizza i'd had so far... broccoli and cheddar pizza. nice and cheap too. damnit now i miss the pizza i had all over that place... unnnngh so good. still. A & S pizza, actual win. later we discovered statten island was indeed where all the trash in manhatten went. questions being answered.. good afternoon indeed.
we tried reaaaaaaaally hard to get back in time for... (this is where it gets foggy, as i stopped keeping my journal and started drinking instead (jooookes jokes... but seriously)) AHA (thank you in order photo documentation) visiting the moma since it was free fridays! we blitzed that sucker and saw things that were both impressive, and redundant. i'd say my highlight was a back room photo exhibition, where some fairly less known artists put out some kick ass documentation about other kick ass things worth documenting. in my journal it says we attempted to get to a robert maplethorpe opening, but my memory doesn't put these two events in the same day. BUT. it happened and my memory can suck it. double documentation trumps assumption. we did end up meeting with our other lovelies at a burger joint for some beers and silly talk.
this is definitely the night where dan ollied a rando garbage bag in the middle of the street whilst dave and i consumed his blubes (blueberries but funner to say. and squeeze? yes. in your mouth). i had s'more sushi from the best store ever and went to bed. possibly in that order. NOW i remember why i splash out pages long at once instead of piecing it together later... can't remember. why. i didn't.
so you know what?! saturday.
woke up, did shit, saw shit, took shit, went to bed.
NNNNNNNNNNNNNNO! this day was awesome. we went to williamsburg. which i now know why, but then didn't know is the hipster central location of NY. apparently. and my hipstamatic williamsburg set pack confirms this. dan, becky, ashley and i hopped on the subway which went ABOVE GROUND for a time (which was new and ... awesome) and landed us right in the middle of a wonderfully aesthetic atmosphere of everywhere graffiti and street fruit. we wandered through a LOVELY spanish neighborhood where i'm sure i'll flee to if they ever find out who i truly am, and wandered the many thrift/book stores that williamsburg had to offer. dan and i stuck together whilst the girls split because people at different paces need different places, and books were purchased, adorable, beautiful, cute and lovely ladies (and lads, lets be honest, good looking people congregate like moths to flame) walked by, we found ashley, pretended to ghost her thinking she'd notice but then DIDN'T and kept walking and vanished (she would be found hours later as she had no phone and we had to get back to chelsea for some openings), and witnessing a park infested with every kind of hipster you can imagine... because it was ghetto in the 'this is OUR park, we don't give a fuck' way. becky took us to a reaaaaaaally cool art store where they had a sketchbook project where people had filled a sketchbook, and put it back into the collection where they could be signed out like library books. super cool concept and friggen great way to share art.
we took the train back hoping to find the right show opening to go to, but got hopelessly lost trying to find a gallery that didn't exist because the opening was the night before. someone on the website screwed up huge. so sadly, that was it for our art opening expectations, though we heard the other group ended up at some reaaaaaaally cool ones, especially the one where dave elbowed jeff koons in the chest by accident and got the pompous 'what are YOU doing here' glares from the upper echelon of art society. we re-met everyone at the burger joint again, and went on dancing at home sweet home again. i think. either way it was a fun train ride home and there were some amazing passing out photos that got accidentally and tragically wiped. i bought sushi again and for the first time in .. ever, couldn't finish it. disappointed in you, tyler of saturday night. for shame.
Jun 10, 2011
this guy
one day... i will be inked by this fellow.
http://inkbutter.com/tattoos-by-peter-aurisch
he just kicked open the door to what tattoos can be. and they can be so much more...
(heart palpitations)
http://inkbutter.com/tattoos-by-peter-aurisch
he just kicked open the door to what tattoos can be. and they can be so much more...
(heart palpitations)
Jun 8, 2011
come winter, there will be blood.
snowbird blood. because i will be the snow-falcon. preying on the flesh of the snowbird.
and by all this violent metaphor i mean i'm gonna go visit my bro in crystal river, florida for an unknown amount of time and make rich flockers pay for my art at a competitive yet fair, justified price. and paint the shit of out his town/surrounding area.
i haven't had the buzz of travel anticipation since NY (which had no buzz since i was crazy busy with work and graduating), and now i've gone and given myself a travel boner at the thought of carelessly wandering down through themerica to live with my lovely youth pastor brother eric. who cares how long. it's just... ripe... with ever-flowing possibilities for new connections and bonding time. new cities and new opportunities. the manatees.
at the same time the chest reefing tenterhooks for the art scene in calgary is keeping me contented and impassioned to do my best to dive in and spread out within our fine ass little city. my bfa says i love it here. the social climate says revolution is at hand. and my paintbrush is dripping wet with intention and a beating heart. it could be on fire. so could we.
for the first time in my life, girls are the last thing on my mind.
and by all this violent metaphor i mean i'm gonna go visit my bro in crystal river, florida for an unknown amount of time and make rich flockers pay for my art at a competitive yet fair, justified price. and paint the shit of out his town/surrounding area.
i haven't had the buzz of travel anticipation since NY (which had no buzz since i was crazy busy with work and graduating), and now i've gone and given myself a travel boner at the thought of carelessly wandering down through themerica to live with my lovely youth pastor brother eric. who cares how long. it's just... ripe... with ever-flowing possibilities for new connections and bonding time. new cities and new opportunities. the manatees.
at the same time the chest reefing tenterhooks for the art scene in calgary is keeping me contented and impassioned to do my best to dive in and spread out within our fine ass little city. my bfa says i love it here. the social climate says revolution is at hand. and my paintbrush is dripping wet with intention and a beating heart. it could be on fire. so could we.
for the first time in my life, girls are the last thing on my mind.
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