Comatose

I'm slowly reverting back to those odd days when I felt like I was sitting there and the world was fastforwarding around me. But this time it slows down and fastforwards at different moments. It's as if the time flow has been severed somewhere in the past few weeks and now lacks the right momentum from trying to synchronize itself around me.



Below is an altered book project, now found at the Toronto Reference Library to be taken out. It's made from the Brendan Voyage and Secrets of the CIA.




"The Lounger" 2009

Wood Soul

It was some time ago when I felt stuck. I had just graduated from a high school I cared nothing about with no college or university to go to the following school year. Life was painfully slow and boredom was all I knew. I envisioned this life I would have, very different from where I was but had no means and made no effort to go there. I spent so much time at home watching IFC and HBO that movies became such an essential part of me. It was more than just an escape. It offered ideas and helped me develop certain interests. I guess it took me some time to realize what's important to me and how to prioritize. I've made plenty of mistakes along the way but that's normal isn't it? I made this print to remind me.






"The Waiting Girl" 2008 Relief

my other love

(*note: in the late hours of posting, I accidentally deleted a previous post so I'm reposting. This is from October 5th, 2009.)

The body is the most beautiful thing to draw. Not just because of the way it looks but also how you interpret it that makes drawing so incredibly satisfying.
These drawings were done between 2003-2007.





gesture drawing 2007





figure drawing 2007





figure drawing 2007




charcoal & conté, "Table" 2006





graphite pencil sketch, "Billie" 2005





graphite pencil, "Hands" 2006




charcoal & graphite, "Breakdown" 2006




conté & graphite, "Bike" 2006





graphite drawing, "Kim" 2003

What it means to be exhausted.

Having printed two different layers from two different stones today, I think it suffices to say that I am mentally and physically drained. I've exhausted what little reserve I had left from this week with more still to do... Maybe I over-exert myself because I enjoy what I do. I really don't have a reason other than that. I just feel like working all the time. I know it's not good to be so consumed by it but I think goals are important to have. It gives me something to do, sure, but it also makes me feel like I'm progressing towards something different, something strange and probably exciting but something that isn't what my life would be without it. Maybe someday "they" will put more hours in a day.
Anyway, here are some prints.





"Waves" 2008 lithograph



"Father's Drill" 2008 Etching

grasshoppers

I remember wanting to make patterns for the first time. It made me realize that you had to be really into the whole idea. I mean you seriously had to care for the way lines articulated and related to each other from image to image. Luckily, I did care and love it for what it is.



This is a cropped version of my grasshopper screenprint. I'm considering remaking an edition. It feels incomplete.



screenprint, "grasshopper" 2007

I have to begin somewhere...

conté drawing, "the robe" 2006