Saturday, September 19, 2009

Sunday, April 19, 2009

It's not your time, My Val-en-tine.



and a closeup of the text (William Blake's "The Clod and The Pebble"):
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why do I keep making these things

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

I wish cigarettes grew on tiny decorative trees

more wall painting! (I painted these on my wall)

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the white part in the bottom right corner isn't actually part of the painting but rather some of my covers that have been stained with pink water. thank you.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Self portraiture!


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looks just like me!




and because you've been such a good blog
here is a round of my favorite
game:


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finished product:
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Wednesday, April 8, 2009

It was the pit - the maelstrom - the ultimate abomination.

Duo of Horrible Lovecraftian alien space-god monsters, I choose you!
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www.myspace.com/secretforestmeadow for accompanying music

Monday, April 6, 2009

The Doors! (Literally!)

jim morrison was not consulted before these were made:


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dear blog,


this post is dedicated to the parts of my brain that were
suffocated as a result
of the myriad and toxic spray-chemicals
that were employed in the creation
of these pieces.

Bye!

Thursday, April 2, 2009

It Came From the Sketchbook! (With paint!)

I ruined christmas!

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I made you a present, you’ll never expect it

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Even more fun with paint!







portrait of the artist as a severely new painter:
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mamas & the papas lyrics of the day for Tuesday march 31 2009 :
"Mugwumps, high jumps, low slumps, big bumps
Don't you work as hard as you play."
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Snowflake Village, Berkshire County, United States
And thereupon in the presence of God I made a vow that if anything through his grace should be revealed to me, I would employ it to neither my own honour nor my own authority in the world, but to the spreading of his Name, and the service of my neighbour. And with this vow, and good hope, I departed out of my cell with joy. all images are basically copyright Ilya Ilyich Oblomov!