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here is the drawing about how i couldn't do 100 in November.
like every other thing in the world, it's meant to speak for itself, and like every other thing in the world, it has a context too massive to even begin describing.
i guess what you need to know, if you don't know these things [about me] already, is: pop music has saved my life ten zillion times. so has pop art. one time i was working in a job i really hated, in a place where i didn't want to be, inside a narrow stairwell, sweaty, carrying an armload of giant textbooks up 14 flights of stairs. [the elevator was broken.] somewhere in the building there was a tinny radio, and i heard Thom Yorke's voice. 'the best you can is good enough.'
for a long time i wanted to write a book called Good for the Dead. maybe i will still write it. the title comes from a... dream, visionary truth, whateverthefuck. a slogan that carved itself a home inside my mind: Art Is Only Good for the Dead.
as usual, it turns out that the universe is so much simpler. this isn't to say it makes it kinder or easier. it's just simpler.
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i am really proud of this one because i feel like it expresses something i could only say in an image. most of my other drawings are essentially explicable in other ways, in addition to the image itself. this isn't to say that i couldn't talk about this drawing or explain why i made certain choices while doing it, but; this is one of my first designs that stands out to me as something i really don't know how to say another way, and don't want or need to say in another way.
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Port Authority Nyc, 12:45pm, 23 November 2006. near Snacks N Wheels eating establishment, basement. teenage boy in absurdly puffy brown jacket selling pills. our eyes lock. 1:13pm: skinny, muscled punk boy about my age walks up to the kid. they talk. they walk off together. the punk is smirking like he just won the lottery and a brand new pony. probably all that happened is they went off to do a drugdeal, but i imagine them fucking all the way to Baltimore.
damn. it just dawned on me that i really have no fucking idea how i'm going to finish 100 drawings in November. in about 9 hours from this moment, my beloved boyfriend and i are boarding a Greyhound bus to spend Thanksgiving weekend with his relatives. they're not the type of people that i can draw trippy porno drawings in view of, plus more importantly, i think we have a bunch of sightseeing-type activities planned. plus i still gotta do my dayjob through all of Thanskgiving weekend. prospects for art are not looking exceptional...
but still. i really really really really want to do this. i really really really want to do 100 drawings in November. i'm tremendously behind, but for the moment, here are three recent ones.
first try at color and fields on big paper... i have a lot to learn, obviously, but it came out alright. in the rest of the drawings today, the Big Halfway Day!, i tried to do better stuff with color. not so much fields though.
i realized i would never catch up on my drawings unless i did a whole bunch of simpler ones on 1 day. these are basically studies for later, bigger works. they're finished as drawings and everything, but i don't plan to title them.
basically these are the symbols from some other world that i can visualize when i'm extremely spaced out. it's a world i want to draw for a lot of reasons, one of which is that i think it would turn out cool. i don't know how to draw the people/residents of the world yet. drawing their symbols is simpler.
in the world where these signs exist, their relative complexity is something like: more complicated than a letter of the alphabet; less complicated than a family crest. these are the kinds of things that are on t-shirts, soda cups, billboards, signs, labels, buttons, etc. soup cans. yougetit.
on all of these drawings, the words below it aren't the title, but instead the place where i imagined seeing this sign. also i'm not sure if another 'world' is the proper term; it could just be another city or something like that. i'm not sure yet. here we go
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only recently did i learn that a lot of gay boys wanted to fuck Simba when they were kids. i feel very sexually unimaginative for never having had a crush on a cartoon character. i drew this from a photo of a hustler who dressed as Simba this past Halloween after his plans to dress as a 'trash bag' somehow 'didn't work out.' it seems like it should have happened the other way around, but go figure.
and what kind of weird faggoty shit is Mario's FIREFLOWER, anyway? something straight out of Genet.
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wow, that goldish Tombow marker photographs so poorly, again and again. anyway;
back to New York, my immediate context. i was on the subway and i overheard this gay dude talking to a female friend about how he wants to be able to legally marry his boyfriend _because he wants to have a wedding cake_. i was flabbergasted. i could barely think of a dumber reason to want to get married. it also got me thinking about how Nyc is a big slice town. slices of pizza, slices of cake- so much takeout comes in slices. in L.A., by contrast, and San Francisco too, it's much more about wraps and burritos.
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i can understand, to a degree, people's need to bitch about 'hipsters', although i personally find such a tendency deplorable. when someone starts dissing stripes, however- one of the most basic methods of decoration- just because stripes have been associated with several generations of 'hipsters'- well i get really pissed. one, i love stripes, and two, fabric is innocent.
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drawings that refuse to be photographed well, like this one, surprise and interest me. i mean jesus, it looks like it got beat up or has tuberculosis or something. i guess it's telling me its real home is on paper. maybe it doesn't want to be on the internet but tough shit.
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here is what i recognize as basically my style in a nutshell. a 'for example'. it's: future-primitive/80s-pop-art/ or whatever my line would be properly called; it's sexual, aggressive; it has text rendered as shapes; its line is only 1 color. all variation of color is fundamentally blasphemy. still: elsewhere, talking to people about my drawings, i see that so far, people seem to respond much more strongly to the colorful ones in general. and i mean yeah. it's color.
i'm attracted to this... democracy?, or whatever, of line, where it's all one thickness, all one color, and the fields/shapes all bleed into one another [which isn't conducive to coloring them in]. at the same time i'm totally attracted to the idea of pleasing an audience, 'my audience'. another kind of democracy?, or whatever.
basically i plan to keep doing 1-color drawings and 2-color drawings and many-color drawings and so on. the 1-color drawings are the ones that are most 'for me'.
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even more than black. somehow skinny blue lines like these promise truth to me, in any context. i write all my letters and journals in blue ink that looks pretty similar to this. on this drawing though i used an ultrafine Sharpie.
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so, 100 drawings in a month is about 3 + 1/3 a day. naturally i can do different amounts on different days, but November got off to a really slow start for me. headaches, stomachaches, lots of sleep. i didn't do a '100 in November' drawing until the 3rd, and i only did one that day, so, i've been trying to catch up.
i'm drawing in an 8x8" and the 11x14" sketchbook. with the way i resize images to put them online, the two sizes end up looking close to the same size, which is cool. but in real life, the square ones are a lot smaller than the rectangular ones, and that's why the square ones are so much simpler.
on the one above, i used watercolor pencils for the first time. they were the most interesting thing i could find at Staples tonight, w/ all the art supply stores closed already. i actually have this kind of in-built prejudice against watercolors, i'm not sure why. but i thought it would be cool to experiment with watercolor pencils and it ended up being pretty fun.
right now it's early morning on the 6th. i think i have about 16 drawings to post. i've done a few more than that total, but some ended up being too personal to share, which was a really novel experience. usually i share everything.
so here we go for this set. also keep in mind;
the smaller square drawings are scanned, the bigger rectangular drawings are photographed; scanning looks better
