I’m tired and when I’m tired I throw stuff down on paper and slop it around, pretending that my subconscious has something to do with the chaotic garbage that is left.
But is it art?
Humans are full of sh*t , huh?

PIG, mixed media on paper, 11″ x 7″
I’m tired and when I’m tired I throw stuff down on paper and slop it around, pretending that my subconscious has something to do with the chaotic garbage that is left.
But is it art?
Humans are full of sh*t , huh?

PIG, mixed media on paper, 11″ x 7″
My Grandma is a very cool lady, she’s pragmatic, has a wonderfully dry sense of humor, and an appreciation for the absurd. She can spend more time gossiping on the phone than a 14 year old girl and people love to tell her all their secrets, a gift I was lucky to inherit from her. She took a little tumble at the library the other day so I came out to New Mexico to lend a hand, which is really just a convenient excuse to come hang out with her for 2 weeks. I told her that her bruises looked like she’s wearing KISS make up and just to show you how cool she is she both knew who KISS was and asked me to take this photo.
And with the monotype process, it often does. And it did! The paper had been soaking too long: over night, and I had dried it out. Then a few days later I soaked the paper again, and somehow it had degraded to a point so when I pulled the print, it stuck to areas of the plate where the medium and been especially tacky. But I thought maybe it was salvageable in it’s serendipitous abstraction. I thought I’d share my mess with you, like an audience member on Dr. Phil.