5.28.2014

To A Suitor. Maya Angelou x Tiffany Bozic. 5.28.2014.

It only seems appropriate to post this today in honor of Maya Angelou. This was a private commission I did by Tiffany Bozic back in 2003. I had been an admirer of her work for some time and I gathered the courage to introduce myself to her at an opening and asked about the possibility of a commission. Magically, she agreed and this was the painting I got. It was inspired by this Maya Angelou poem that she had hand written and sent to me with the painting.

If you are black and for me,
press steady, as the weight
of night. And I will show
cascades of brilliance, astrally.

If you are black and constant,
descend importantly,
as ritual, and I will arch
a crescent moon, naturally.


-Maya Angelou

5.21.2014

Sheraton. Los Angeles. California. 5.19.2014-5.21.2014.

Fly by. Los Angeles. California. 5.19.2014-5.21.2014.

This is what 37 hours in LA for a shoot looks like:

Office - SFO - LAX - hotel - sleep - studio (12 hour shoot day) - randomly saw a friend that works down the street from the studio - hotel - sleep - LAX - SFO - office.

A holiday does not come soon enough.

5.18.2014

Self portrait in India ink. UC Davis. California. 12.2.1999.

Today was a day of storage adventure. I had forgotten about this self portrait I did as my final for my figure drawing class. Sadly there is now a stain on it from years of storage abuse. Ryan and I were sitting by ourselves in an art classroom that day. He was studying for biology and I just taped this paper up on the wall and did it. He said that he had his head down studying and the next time he looked up, I had just whipped this out from thin air.

Then there is also the thousands of records in storage...

Image below courtesy of Jonathan Wiggins.

5.17.2014

Carrie Manolakos - Creep (Radiohead)

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

She's running out the door
She's running out
She runs runs runs runs...
Runs...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here


-Radiohead