Kulture Klash

Kulture Klash is Charleston counter-culture and art at its finest! The next one is coming up soon, and I cannot wait. I've been to every one (with the exception of the first) and hopefully will get my artwork into one soon! For more info about KK7 (tickets, lineups, bands, photos, etc.) go HERE.

So. Who's coming with me?

Revisiting Simpler Times

Due to my lack of any recent work photos, here are some progress shots from my senior thesis concentration:

It was a long, grueling process of long days and way too little sleep. In the end, though, I felt accomplished and ecstatically happy. I finished my last piece for the art show an hour before the opening and it was hung wet. I look back with jealousy at my former self, in those days I was producing a painting a week. Now I have so many other commitments, that I can barely find the time to paint. I plan on changing that though...very soon!

This was my senior art show/one of the happiest nights of my life:

Old Blog: Revamped!

In an attempt to be a more rigorous artist, I have decided to revive this blog with a higher purpose: art. I will post from here on in all things art related from artwork to inspiring artists to processes to original work. For a more casual, all-inclusive blog, check my tumblr.

Welcome and enjoy!

The Colors in my Morning Drink

Frequent coffee headaches
and kisses goodbye
grow safety blankets
out of hair.
Simple colors for simple dreams
become hard to discern
when combinations don't blend
like we wanted.
Water always mixes with my vibrant hues
and they run away
(so fast)
only their ghosts are left behind;
the pastel colors of dried up tears.

Mirror Images

I saw a man outside in his yard
mowing dirt.
The grass that was once lush
had grown thin and fallen
out of his head,
like a jigsaw without its corner pieces:
not quite finished
and still fragile to the touch.
I thought I would break.
(Perhaps another time.)
My eyes were swollen shut
and I fell into an oblivion
which used to be my bed.
There was no notice,
(nor descent)
no universe, no laws
and Emily was there.

One Day

Your fingernails grow long,
as does your hair,
you have become a man.
And soon you will leave me
teetering on the brink of insanity,
and my nails, short and ragged,
will wait to run through your hair once more.

Excerpt from "Breakfast Of Champions"

By: Kurt Vonnegut

Kilgore Trout has pulled out an old tuxedo in preparation for an Arts Festival. He is talking to his parakeet, Bill.

He dabbed at his tuxedo with a damp rag, and the fungi came aways easily. "Hate to do this, Bill," he said of the fungi he was murdering. "Fungi have as much right to life as i do. They know what they want, Bill. Damned if I do anymore."
The he thought about what Bill himself might want. It was easy to guess. "Bill," he said, "i like you so much, and i am such a big shot in the Universe, that i will make your three biggest wished come true." He opened the door of the cage, something Bill couldn't have done in a thousand years.
Bill flew over to a windowsill. He put his little shoulder against the glass. There was just one layer of glass between Bill and the great out-of-doors. Although Trout was in the storm window business, he had no storm windows on his own abode.
"Your second wish is about to come true," said Trout, and he again did something which Bill could never have done. He opened the window. But the opening of the window was such an alarming business to the parakeet that he flew back to his cage and hopped inside.
Trout closed the door of the cage and latched it. "That's the most intelligent use of three wishes i ever heard of," he told the bird. "You made sure you'd still have something worth wishing for- to get out of the cage."