Sketchy
Today I’m going to do another round of shorter posts throughout the day featuring sketches- smaller, quicker pieces, jokes and/or experiments. Most of these don’t even have titles. I more or less let my scanner’s automated numbering system name them for me.
With that, I give you, “Sketch 341″
8″ x 12″ Acrylic on Canvas, collaged.
These shapes were cut by my Pazzles machine. They look like flowers, but technically you get this type of shape by drawing smaller circles around the diameter of a larger circle, then tracing over and under those circles to get this basic pattern.
That probably didn’t make sense. Anyways, I made them for a different piece I haven’t uploaded, that was much more orderly. This was how I used all the leftover parts, while embracing the less orderly form.
There is some glare in the image because of the gloss gel used as glue.
I’ll be back in a few hours with another.
July 14, 2009 at 1:49 pm
i did not think flower. i thought spirograph and rickrack. i remember the seventies. despite that, this doesn’t feel particularly seventies to me. the explosive, slightly chaotic composition feels like a celebration which makes me think party, and the colors make the party more like one of those super crowded after hours parties in some stranger’s really cool third floor apartment. i dig it, but i might need someone to carry me down the stairs when it’s time to go home.
July 14, 2009 at 1:53 pm
You should never have taken that pill the guy in the home-made pants offered you. That was your first mistake.
July 14, 2009 at 3:08 pm
This is really cool. Makes me think of firework gears.
July 16, 2009 at 9:18 am
No! Not the room full of pinching gears! Bad dream of finger loss. Pain! The ouch! Spare me the rack! Spare me the pinion!
July 16, 2009 at 9:23 am
(Special Disclaimer: worked in a lumber mill for four years. These are “pinch rollers”. Subconciously they pull one in, and yet revulse and caution. It’s like standing near the edge of a building. Gravity pulls while the ego attempts to reason a way to stand. On a final note: I still DO have all my fingers.)
July 16, 2009 at 11:52 pm
I once saw the medial report of a man who like to spend lunches masturbating with the printing press where he worked. One day he slipped and had his testicle forcefully ripped off and flung across the room. In fact, the preceding two sentences were the working title for this piece.
July 18, 2009 at 2:54 am
Oh! Geezas!
July 18, 2009 at 2:58 am
That couldn’t have been a Heidelberg Speedmaster. You must be joshing.