Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Monday, February 6, 2012

From Melanie Yazzie's Monotype Workshop

These are a couple of pieces from the monotype workshop Melanie Yazzie put on this past weekend here at Texas Tech. The lighter piece went back to University of Colorado with Melanie for a show featuring the work produced at her workshops. She's an awesome person and artist, and I hope to work with her again one day.


Diazo Monotype
15" x 22"

This piece left with Melanie Yazzie back to the University of Colorado. My gift to her for being a fantastic visiting artist.


Diazo Monotype
Diptych, 22"x 30"

This is supposed to be a diptych. Blogger doesn't like diptychs.


Diazo Monotype
22" x 30"

Friday, February 3, 2012

By popular demand, I present...


That's right, they finally have a permanent home. Enjoy...

Laundromat Chronicles Special Edition

So I find myself at the laundromat again this week following the loss of my last good pair of pants. A tragic lab tech accident involving black acrylic ink took out the only good pants I had left. So I'm at the laundromat washing new pants. It's tranquil, and I feel totally safe knowing the laundromat is being well protected. Our champion has appeared to guard us! There's a guy here that looks to be in his late 30's. His sweatpants are a couple of sizes too small, and he's proudly displaying his trade paperback collection of Iron Man comic books. His Dungeons & Dragons t-shirt proudly displays a sword and shield, the mark of a man who surely must play the role of the Paladin! I'm secure in this belief as his mighty t-shirt has the appearance of a tunic thanks to the battle-worn, studded leather belt that's buckled around his waist over the t-shirt. I'm quite confident that should should a Red Dragon appear, our laundromat stronghold will be safe!!!

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

R.I.P. (Links)

Dorothea Tanning

Mike Kelley

Laundromat Chronicles: Blogspot Edition

I don't often do laundry at night. Tonight is the exception, though, as it simply isn't going to get done this weekend. Nor can it wait any longer. And so it is that I get the pleasure of watching the two Bros who have arrived to do the what appears to be family laundry. I don't think they've done this before. One of them has the snazziest white cowboy boots that have ever been constructed. I'm sure I'm envious of his bitchin' kicks in another dimension. Add to that his terrible orange toned, bleached bowl cut, and I quite likely want to be him in another dimension. May my existence be short-lived in that dimension.

I also get the luxury of enduring Brielle and Serenity, the demonic children who arrived with their grandmother, who happens to be laundromat's manager this evening. They've struck a bargain with loquacious demon child who was already here, agreeing to play a game of tag (much to the grandmother's dismay).

Never again will I do laundry at night. Ugh...