Saturday, September 16, 2017

Running On Fumes

Out of 100 copies, only 9 issues remain of the second installment of my two-color risograph printed absurdist manual, Funky Porcini.

Pictured are some of the original sketches I've done in the $30 special-edition version.

Get one while they last.


Monday, September 4, 2017

Funky Porcini Subsequentus

The second issue of my absurdist manual, Funky Porcini, is now available in the Red Star Store.

Limited to only one-hundred copies, there are two versions available. Signed, or signed with an original color sketch.

Note: Sketch Requests are not accepted, as they will be whatever strikes me.

Like it's predecessor, Funky Porcini #2 is a Risograph production, but this issue utilizes a two-color (black & red) print run on some of its pages.

There's also a new line of original, one-of-a-kind mixed media Woodworks, that I've added to the Store.


Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Rhapsodic Sketchiness

I hate the act of a sketchbook.

I cannot stand the idea of doing sketches in a sketchbook for the sake of  "warming up," or "putting down ideas."

It's not the same thing as playing with designs to figure out what goes where, or how something might flow. 
That's a completely different animal.

What I'm talking about is doing a drawing that pops into my head, unloading it into some do-nothing-with book, and then . . . what?
Eventually be redone into a more completed piece?

Fuck that shit.

A good idea gets put down on paper ONCE, and "sketching out" that idea first, is tantamount to throwing it away.

Sketchbook sketching, is the creative kiss of death.

It saps your energy and focus, meanders about, and shits out nothing but half-assed ideas, that if were initially nurtured, and used for something completed, would have been time better spent. Because, in my opinion, an idea has only one single point of application. Anything after that, is just reworking it. And reworking art, even from a sketch, will never retain that initial spark that happens when the pen hits the proverbial paper for the first time.

Even if the finished piece sucks, it still can be learned from. 
Whereas a sketch gives back absolutely nothing.
Because it contains no foundation to base a critique upon.

Don't get me wrong, I've done my fair share of sketchbooks in the past. Pages upon pages filled with stuff that ended up going nowhere, because I blew my creative load too soon, and it all went limp because it was "just a sketch." 

And so, where are all those half-baked, creatively stunted works now?

Packed up in a box in the garage, fending off silverfish, and the page-yellowing specter of time.

Yeah . . . my point exactly.