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Posts Tagged ‘Art’
Amateurz (Spydah Hip-hop Soulbass Mix)
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Here’s a track I created with some friends of mine back around 2000 while living at the Brooklynhaus with Johnny Mayday. This was the house with the kinda-creepy-but-ultimately-cool secret room in the back of the house. There was a room at this place that you could only get to through either John’s room or [...]
Self-portrait (Inside)
I took this shot with my Hewlett-Packard iPaq 3700. It’s a self-portrait reflection of me in one of our frosted-glass tables that we have recently given to Mayday. These tables were beautiful, chrome, and super-spacey, but also super sharp and all Tami and I could think about was Sophie once she started walking falling over [...]
Late Nights In Jazz Clubs
24 in x 42 in Oil and Paper on Canvas
This painting was finished in late 2006 while I maintained a studio in Pioneer Square, here in Seattle. The man in the painting is Lawrence Ferlinghetti, a “beat” poet, and my favorite poet. His most famous collection of poetry, A Coney Island [...]
Painting Interview
In November of 2006, I was interviewed by two students from Seattle Central Community College, for a project they were doing.
On Nov 3, 2006, at 5:11 PM, nat wrote:
The gist of our project will be an interview with you (about your work, your personal journey, and how you communicate through your work) and photographs [...]
Art Vs. Design
I’ve really been battling between the world of design and the world of art … and the line that divides them. Where *is* that line? This question came up particularly with the 8×8 Remix Series I’ve been working on. As I’ve been working Microsoft projects for so long I’ve started to co-opt some of the [...]
She Won’t Speak
24 in x 36 in Oil on Canvas
This painting was created in my studio located in Pioneer Square in the Fall of 2006.
Alicia Dooley
We had a party at the Brooklynhaus that attracted police helicopters and the police forcing DJ Erok to turn down the music he was spinning in the center room. Off that room was the bathroom and the secret door to where we had all of our computer equipment.
Alicia Dooley and her boyfriend Mike Tracey [...]
Endometry
24 in x 48 in Oil on Masonite
hospice
I watch the rise and fall of her chest
the pulse in her neck to see when I should cry and push the button.
When we’ll turn off the hum of the oxygen
When we’ll leave this room too cold and too hot get up [...]
Return To Florida
You have a smile like sunshine bright and warm and everyday even through hell of machines and radiation and chemicals which made your skin ache and muscles turn to pumice.
And I’ll miss it your smile like I’d miss the sun or air and breathing or the moment of waking where we move from sleepland to [...]
Return
It’s cold back here in Seattle. Back from the Florida heat and parking garages.
It’s a different cold than the hospital we inhabited. You can smell smoke from the chimnys and fireplaces, grass wet with rain and too long from a week’s neglect.
We returned to mail [...]
Mugwump
24 in x 36 in Oil, Acetate, and Soy Ink on Canvas
Falling
She’d sing Teddy Bear’s Picnic to me during the 2 am wakings pretending to fall out of my bed so I wouldn’t have to be alone in the second story yellow room with the window I would fall out of every night in my dreams.
I’d fall to hit the floor more stable than cold [...]
Somnolent Mornings
created July 2004 | 24 x 36 | Oil, Shrinky Dink, Soy Ink, Elmer’s Glue, Super77
Future Lost In Their Labyrinths
One cannot hold onto old winters the snow has already fallen the grass already turned to a faded brown the leaves a season before had begun to fall over our shod feet and dark green sweaters which covered our hidden heart the rain had already come down in puddles outside our windows and doors as [...]
New Year’s
24 in x 36 in Oil, Acetate, and Soy Ink on Masonite
Nightflares
Night flares again The veins in my hands warrant nails driven though. Even Christ was human and did he suffer with chaotic thoughts like mine? Would he have smoke his father’s cigarettes and stuffed his stomach full of bile, Would [...]
In Her Picture
In her picture these years gone from swimming pools and houses dark
I see the new millennium and the pass of time as beauty ripens as intellect and eyes darken with the sights of the world and French lovers left to tend the countryside.
Together our footsteps collided and mingled with the brokenglass [...]
L’Age D’Etoiles
L’age d’etoiles est maintnaint she will say sitting crosslegged back against the wall and pressed to flannel summer sun on her cheeks through Florida December days coffesteam misty dreams spin foreheads height swimming in bluemorn wakings foresttrees and a geko
You’ll remember that geko during the summer days of Seattle rain, and teary [...]
Greenleaf
Greenleaf Arkansas night upstairs porches facing windy road highway scenic drive and lightningbug starksy
Thursday morning Arkansas coffee steams weak though cigarette smoke and misty shower mirrorfog
There’s a certain bliss at morning countryside quiet where all you can hear are the bugs and tractors and yellow flowers growing
There’s a wooden [...]
Writing my history
I’m up late, writing my history but through it all, I’ve lived it all before, in another time, in memory of faces and places spoken of in long drunken tirades on Florida porches with a bottle of rum in hand two months after your demise.
But then there it comes in [...]
Blood Runs Coffee and Oil
There are those you meet on summer days wearing shorts and carrying books who will take you into their chambers window thrown wide and spilling frost into Florida sun to talk and breathe deep the life of end-of-century
And those who wear the tatters of words borrowed with smile from those we love [...]