"illness still life" featuring my decongestant of choice along with a lightly used roll of toilet paper, and heavily used wads of toilet paper strewn about. Art is gross sometimes.
poetry 4 my dear buried old dead grandmother
Oh my, Oh whee, Tons of snot in me,
I blow it out, My sinuses shout,
Whats that whole “breathing” thing about? **
**(last line meant to be read like a 1950’s “my wife” comic to abysmal applause)
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Tissue paper, Oh how it chafes her*
Lips become torn.
Lipbalm is needed, but has receded.
She continues to play the horn.
*(thats me!! im talking about me!!!)
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Snot is evil & has to go
where it dries? I donno’
gunk away, gunk begone
2 pretty 2 have u going on
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Thank u for coming to this private moment between me and my grandmother who would’ve loved this shit. I wish I could’ve told her I was trans before I buried her.
I would love to make a zine of little monsters. drawn in collaboration with other artists. Specifically where we swap control over after a few lines. I think its such a fun exercise and it’d be cool to get a collection collected.
I’d hope it’d improve my adaptability and ability to merge my style with another.
During the last week of finals, a friend of mine asked me if I could make her a poster/invite for her birthday party. I was swamped, yet, I agreed. Mostly because I was glad our recent breakup was still on good terms. Also I forgot to get her a gift.
The client ( Zoe ( my ex )) requested “Robot Babes”to be included in the poster. The Robot Babes, or “Robobabes” is of course in reference to Japanese illustrator Hajime Sorayama’s iconic 1980’s airbrush pinups. I was given creative carte blanche for the rest.
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The process began with researching Sorayama’s portfolio and saving Robobabes that worked as components. I then collaged them with the required text into a rough layout. I was looking at a lot of Bráulio Amado‘ s clubposters at the time & I wanted to experiment with some of his styles.
An issue I ran into with the Robobabes, was when cut out, they reflected their original backgrounds. Causing a red or blue hue on the edges & highlights. This limited my color palate options. I eventually settled with a vertical gradient of burnt orange to dusk blue.
Reception
The applause was deafening.
The client ( Zoe ( my ex)) was ecstatic.
Droves of my six friends who showed up rushed me when I arrived. Their eyes metaphorically lifting me upon their shoulders and parading me through the streets of Seattle as the CEO of Design. Onlookers rejoicing, jealous of my creative sensibilities.
Even friends of my ex’s coworkers complemented my work.
Plus mostly everyone showed up at the right bar at the right time. I’d call that a poster win.
