Anonymous Art

Taking a break from the sketchbooks. Here is a piece o' art I did for Incognito, a benefit for the Santa Monica Museum of Art. The premise for this event is that all the art is priced at $250 and the art is all the same size. The artist signs the back so you don't really know who did what. They have asked a ton of artists to participate from super fancy names like Ed Ruscha and Raymond Pettibone to people like me. You buy the art you like, not based on who did it. That is the way it should be more often.

If you live in L.A. the event is this weekend and is actually kinda fun, but it is a frenzy of art buying. Click the link above to find out more.

I am signing off until next week since I will be in San Francisco tomorrow to Monday. Peace out.

running low

This sketchbook is almost finished. I'll have to figure something out for the next one. I have neglected my sketchbooks to do my one-a-day art on freedomwig. I might be getting a little burnt out. San Fran will be a nice change and the next week I go to visit my nephew in Pittsburgh. I always end up working when I am out of town, though.

What I need is a REAL vacation. The kind without TV, computers, cell phones, work. The kind where you lazy around in the sun reading on a beach during the day, swimming in salty blue water. And at night, sipping yummy drinks with friends in front of a beach bonfire, with that sunburn salty skin feeling. That would be excellent and a half!

middle class slacker flake

Just call me middle class slacker flake. Last week I couldn't pull it all off and missed posting on friday. I rebelled against myself. Thursday I am going to San Fran, so probably won't post on Friday or Monday. Just a heads up. I do appreciate that people actually read this!!!!!

Anyway these sketchbook pages are random and there is not much going on. I totally hate your jacket. OK gotta stop I am on a deadline today and have to get my lazy ass back to work. Yeehaw!

marbelized cheese

Well I guess I had a few more undergarments to paint.

Sketchbooks really do show the moods you go thru over the weeks. Hmmm, I must be a little moody. Looks like things were going well when I did these. I am so perfect!

more underwear

Looking at yesterday's blog you see the 100 undergarments page, I had planned to paint 100 undergarments, but got bored pretty quickly and only painted a few. Come give me a hug is from that 50 cent song... hey shorty its your birthday...drink bacardi...you know that song, right? I hope I have the words right. The "come give me a hug" part in the song is so random and creepy.

You know, there are WAY too many avenues for people to express their opinions (this blog is included) in the world today. People are talking talking talking writing writing writing talking talking about every little detail of this horrible shooting repeating everything over and over and over. My head is going to explode. There is too much information. I need to turn it all off; the computer, the Tv, the radio, but then I would feel guilty for not being informed. AHHHH! HELP!!!

100 Undergarments

Don't have much to say today.

uncomfortable sketchbook

Looking back at sketchbooks you can tell when things weren't going well. I feel a embarrassed and uncomfortable posting these but what the hell.

Listening to the news and gloom and doom and war and death and destruction, you feel so helpless. I want people to stop killing. The bombs and killing just keep going on and on, creating more sadness and hatred and more violence. It is heartbreaking.

I am not a big swearer but it feels good every once in a while. I hate that I am uncomfortable swearing. I feel like I am going to get in trouble. Why am I such a nerd?

Hopelessy Clogged sketchbook

Today I am off to Napa Valley for a few days. I'll be back friday but am not going to post any blog shtuff while I am gone. Yeehaw!

Here is a thought for the day. It would be awesome to have art fame and fortune and people begging to buy your art for large amounts of moola, but if that never happened would you still do it? I would. I can't not do this and will continue even if no one ever gets me and I don't git no respeck. Ya hear? Anyway something to think about if you are trying to decide if you are in the right line o' work. That question can be applied to any job. Right?

non-specific sketchbook

Today I am suffering from non-specific anxiety. Hate that feeling. Have no idea what I am anxious about. Oh well.

Here are some more sketchbook pages. These are pretty old, but still relevant. Remember when Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck dated and that was all you saw? It was very annoying. But it has only gotten worse since then. Celebrities are super annoying. Super duper annoying.

The top pages are about more of my insecurities, being alone, fatness, blah blah blah. The usual crud. But don't feel so fat anymore because of training for the triathlon. I can actually run a 5k without stopping. Miracle! As for aloneness, I do have a pretty healthy social life, just need a boyfriend. That is where I don't do so well. There has only been one person lately that I have had any interest in and he doesn't live in L.A. and has a girlfriend so that will never happen. Hey if anyone out there can fix me up with someone cool, artsy, outdoorsy, fun and cute, I'd be grateful!

The Advil isn't working

Took some advil to get rid of a headache. It is not working so I don't feel like writing anything about this part of my sketchbook. I'll let you form your own ideas about what they mean. Groovy? Sorry just can't think.

Thanks!!

low sketchbook esteem

Looking over these sketchbook pages I see that I was having a moment of very low self esteem. Nice. That happens. Sketchbooks are a fab place to get that out of your system.

When I was at Art Center we had an assignment where you were given a fortune cookie and had to do an illustration based on the fortune. I decided to do it again in my sketchbook (see bottom image)

The one I did at Art Center was super fun because I got to be completely free. I can't remember the fortune but I remember the piece. It was 3-d and had little weird sculptures I made out of tchotski's, placed on a grid made of string inside an old suitcase. I'm not explaining it all that well, but I am having fond memories of it right now. I wish I had taken a picture of it.

I was more inventive in art school. It was so exciting to come up with insane ways to solve the assignments. I think I have stopped that lately. Don't get me wrong, I still get super excited, like for the commission I just got, (it is going to be SO MUCH FUN!) but I need to get back into that rule-breaking-mind-bending mode. That is my goal in the next few months. Watch out suckahs!

grumpy sketchbook

Today is a grumpy day. I think it is because I am hungry.

OK now I feel bad. I just got an email from a friend whose cousin has uterine cancer, spent her whole life taking care of her father who has cerebral palsy and a mother who went blind from diabetes. How do people deal with that?

And here I am whining about a grumpy day. My friend's cousin has reason to be grumpy. I feel like I am not allowed to feel bad ever because things could be so much worse. We are all running around willy nilly worrying about being fat or old, having unwanted hair, or ugly veins or smelling bad or that irritating American Idol. It is all just so stupid. Makes me crazy.

Perfect Figure Guarantee

Getting better at saying no these days. I used to say yes to everything, then get cranky and pissed off when I was too busy to get anything done properly, even though it was my own dang fault. Spreading oneself too thin doesn't do anyone any good.

The middle is about a lovely bra described as the new "new-dity." Love that. I like this page. The blue dots are done with a bic ball point pen. The problem is I think I am the only one who likes stuff to look messy and weird and imperfect. Magazines and advertisers love things to be pretty and neat and tidy and perfect. I can do pretty, it just bores me.

The bottom pages are more of the funny advertisements I love so much. They are based on real ads. These aren't as strong as some I have done before.

Leave Me Alone

Hello. I am tired. Pooped. Oh well.

One thing that I like to incorporate into my artwork are the advertisements in the back of women's magazines from the 60s & 70s. They aren't much different from the ads in women's magazines of today. They just looked cooler back then.

Even though we think things are different, people pretty much haven't changed. People are still worried about how looks, gaining weight, losing weight, too small boobs, thin hair, wrinkles, bad breath, white teeth...you get it. You are probably worried about something. For me it is wrinkles.

Anyway these pages are about those things. All except the bottom image. That day I just wanted to be left alone. Dig it?

sketchbook monday

OK I am kinda busy. Finishing up an illustration job that is due today and there is a class visiting our studio right now.

These pages are all about words. I usually write down words that I hear while I am painting and they make their way into the art. Very random.

I really like the colors in the bottom image. I have said it before but I just don't like things that match too much. The top image is my least favorite. Boring! No more color dots.