HOT bod 2D ResQ

HOT bod 2D ResQ, plywood panel, KILLZ primer, GOLDEN acrylic, AMERICAN EAGLE bag, 8.12345″ tall -+, 2012

 

 

backside revealed…or I mean the front revealed…

 

(Now the top left piece is missing.) — I’ve got to document this on a non-white wall, but frankly, no pun intended, I heart the white wall. There is nothing better than a nice pristine whiter-than-white white wall. I’m not willing to kiss any butt to show on one either. I’ve got my own. Yet, if the opportune arises, I’ll display the piece on a moldy, spider-infested abandoned mill, too.

 

 

 

 

Handsaw Massacre

Handsaw Massacre, wood panel, professional artist paint, student grade paint, professional student acrylic paint, found white-sweaty-under t-shirt reeking of bad cologne, 9.99999994″ tall -+, 2012

 

 

backside and studio assistant revealed

 

 

 

Speech Speech Speech Delay

Speech Speech Speech, Speech Delay

Speech Speech Speech Delay, found purchased wood, purchased found wood, fine academic artist acrylic paint, primer, junk mail, war story, 6 1/1″ tall, 2012

 

Backside revealed…or is it the front that is revealed?? I don’t know. Whatever you want. Front. Back. Side to Side. Tootsie Roll. Whoop! There it is.

 

 

 

 

 

INSTALLED: Clarke Flowers

 

Shadowing Revolutions, oil, grime, canvas, floor debris, paint residue, wood, staples, 2011, 19″ x 11 56/94″.

Installed in abandoned Clarke Flowers, 398 Hope Street, Providence, RI (8/23/2012).

 

clarke flowers, hope street, providence

 

egyptian revolution

 

This work was/is/has-been/always-will-be one of my top favorite paintings — the simplicity of the piece, its process, the size, color scheme….all of it. I LOVE IT. Partly, I am a bit sad to see it go, BUT, once the location was spotted, I knew right away this was the perfect painting for it. They fit absolutely perfect together xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo.

 

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They Grow Up So Fast Not Fast Enough

 

They Grow Up So Fast Not Fast Enough, my baby boy’s cotton onesie (unless you have been around babies or have one, it is unlikely you know what a onesie is), water-based paint, wood from an old home-made wooden entertainment center, no staples, stretched w/ NO STAPLES. This has been quite a feat using NO STAPLES. No staples, no nails, no nothing to hold the fabric to the stretcher. Just tuck, pull, press. Magic. 9.99″ tall more or less, 2012.

 

one of many backsides revealed with this piece

 

 

flip the script

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

INSTALLED: Walmart

 

A Man Walked Into A Bar, oil, green chile burlap potato sack, discarded art pieces, staples, 2011, (6+1)” x 3 19/20″.

Installed at Walmart located at 51 Silver Spring Street, Providence, Rhode Island (8/2012).

 

 

 

Don’t know who runs this Walmart, but it is a mess. The room of which the painting was installed used to be a bank inside the building. Apparently, the bank moved out leaving a clean, pristine white-walled cubed space. Initially, I wanted to propose a little exhibit, perhaps, even curating various items on sale within the store to be displayed simultaneously next to the artworks; but, by the time I went back, sure enough it became the “Clearance” section — or rather the store dump. They might as well have a sign as you enter saying “Take me. FREE!!”, ‘cuz I doubt they have a any record of what exactly is piled upon the piles in there.

 

They’ve got tons of hunting camo t-shirts for real cheap. Git er dun!

 

 

 

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Emerging Adulthood

Emerging Adulthood

Emerging Adulthood, wrinkled cotton t-shirt, staples, academic grade acrylic paint, professional grade acrylic paint, professional academic grade paint, wood bits, 14.14″ tall-+, 2012.

 

backside, and where I went to lunch, revealed

 

 

 

R to the I to the P

RIP

R to the I to the P , plywood, found shirt, acrylic paint, tension, 5.949″ tall -+ (two parts), 2012

 

 

 

 

Found this shirt on the basketball court. If it was yours, I’m sorry you forgot it there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

B xtra Careful 2day

B xtra Careful 2day, wood, pastel, trouble, angst, anxiety, relief, 36/6″ tall -+ (three parts), 2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

These cut-out pieces, as I take the liberty of saying, have been an utterly painful pain in the side of my pain. I must have decorated (yes, I just said decorate), the surface of this piece over one-thousand times and still, at this moment, am not satisfied. This process of just having the structure as the sole piece, rather than the structure and fabric integral to each other, has made a mockery of my arbitrary mark making skills. I just can’t put down colors, lines and shapes for the hell of it. There has to be some order, some sort of rule; nonetheless, naturally, for me, the decisions run parallel with traditional graffiti tendencies. Of course, these graffiti like wild-style colored qualities have their own precedents in graphic design: the high-lights, do-dats, outer-outline, the fill-in, inner-outline, 3-D, shadow, and so on.

I don’t recommend using pastel in an enclosed space, NOR spray fixative, which I don’t think works that great if you want to keep the vibrancy of the colors used; otherwise, muddy away! What other choices are there for preventing the pastel from fading/rubbing away every time they are handled? “Don’t use pastel. Duh!” Riiigghhht. But, at least for me, there is an immediacy with the lil chalky bastards I can’t get with with a brush and paint (here is not the best example, but…). I have been granted quite the conundrum. I used to feel fine with the nature of materials even when they were less than satisfactory….IIIIIIIII’m slightly getting over that and maybe getting a little bit more picky with the outcomes — not that I ever felt some pieces were half-ass, or provisionally painted*. Before these type of pieces, the process dictated the outcome with, at the most, a series of several steps and that was it. End of story — For good or for bad. Done.But, Here, the choices for painting/decorating the shapes can go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on…until I finally get fed up enough to want to just move on, document the piece, post it to the site…..and then two weeks later work on it again to repeat the same hell hole we can sometimes call painting.

 

 

 

Billy Taylor #7

 

Billy Taylor #7, newfound plywood, acrylic paint, staples, cotton T-shirt found at Billy Taylor Park basketball courts, dried sweat, 4.9” h, 2012

 

 

 

backside revealed — and toe fungus

 

 

 

Adopt a Dawg

Adopt a Dawg, fine artist fine-artist pastels, fine-artist pastel dust, eraser dust from fine-artist pastel, a pinch of student-grade academic acrylic paint, wood from an old DIY entertainment center. 700/9.2″ tall more or less (two parts), 2012

 

 

 

 

 

#GOOOOOOOOOOOL-D

#GOOOOOOOOOOOL-D, repurposed dismantled wooden shelf, fine artist fine pastel, academic acrylic paint, filth, eraser dust, 10 22/22” tall, 2012

 

 

 

Intergalactic Boombastic

Intergalactic, Boombastic, Beastie Boys, Burning Spear

 

Intergalactic, acrylic paint, paint contractor’s canvas drop-cloth, plywood, staples, 14 1/43″ tall -+, 2012

 

 

Created to measure the level of a combination of feelings including euphoria, ecstasy, excitement (usually but not limited to non sexual excitement), light-heartedness, and general glee situated between two or more galaxies. Far out, man.

 

 

 

 

You ll Always B Missd

You ll Always B Missd, found shirt, painter’s paint, plywood, two staples, hard time, but not hard time like prison time, just hard time as in pain in the rear, 6.66″ tall mas o menos, 2012.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wherever U R There U Go

Wherever U R There U Go, slat board, found Boston Celtics basketball jersey via Billy Taylor Park, staples, sore inner-thigh muscle, little guilt, 7.333232323232″ tall more or less, 2012

backside revealed

 

360 dunk in your face. Tough guys and gals, hot and humid on the mid-day basketball court, strut their stuff. They take off their sports paraphernalia letting their glistening bodies shine: shirts vs. skins vs. lost and found. They become soooo pumped and hyped that their gear is displaced from mind-sight. The next morning, I rebound sloppy shots, no-look layups and still-sweaty shirts from off the ground or atop the chain-linked fence. Some guilt sets in; nonetheless, off the court and off to the studio.