30 October 2009

Wake Up...

...The "Dream Job"...is over. 2009 is officially the worst, year, ever!

29 October 2009

Martini Time...


Here are the newest works for EVOO Cooking School in Cannon Beach.

I'm working on several more. They should have been done about a month ago...
Hopefully, better a little late, than really late.






21 October 2009

Still Working On Sall...


Remember this? "Long Tall Sall..."

I don't really either. I mean, I don't really remember when I actually started this. Sometime earlier this year...


Well anywho...

this is what she looks like this week. this morning around 1:30 am she asked me to do something to her. She didn't care what, just something. A woman can only be neglected for so long.

Before you ask your self, "What is that in the back ground?"

It's a circa 1950's porcelain sink with rusting iron pipes and a gold and purple diamond pattern on the wall.


The wall is going to get changed to metallic silver and purple diamonds and I'm thinking about putting a silver metal trash can behind her right leg, to about the knee height. As well as a towel hanging behind her left arm or over the edge of the sink. Then fix her left arm and right hand.

16 October 2009

The Road To Hell...

...they say, is paved with good intentions.

Does that necessarily mean that all good intentions are bad?

There are many things that I have intended. A few went just as planned. While the rest, not so much.

Many of my intentions have become epic failures. Did I learn from them? Sure. Did I learn enough that I wont fail again? No.

It's said that we learn more from failure than success. So what am I learning?

I had intended to be a painter. I had intended to be living in Europe. I had intended for our business to flourish. I had intended to be a stay at home parent and not have to pay someone else to raise our child while we were slaves to the man. I had intended to live my life much differently than I have.

Is it just me or has it gotten much much warmer?

Don't get me wrong, I'm pleased with my life for the most part. It's just different than I had dreamed. I guess most dreams are quite different than the reality that follows. We spend our time working and planning and following those dreams and one day you find out that "our dreams" are not ours, they're mine.

It's still sinking in. Another epic failure on my part. Another intention gone wrong. I have been looking forward to something I thought we shared, only to find out that we don't. It's deflating.

I feel like I have failed them in the worst way. How did I miss that? My single mindedness has let them down. My focus was misguided. My judgment skewed.

Half of you lives in a fantasy world and dreams as big as possible, while the other half is just trying to get through each day without being crushed by the pressure of modern slavery.

How do those halves reconcile with one another? How do you compromise with out giving up who you are or what you want? What does it take to even understand the other half without seeming selfish? At what point do our dreams need to be altered or just given up?

Let Me Clear This Up...

There seems to be some confusion about this, so let me be perfectly clear:

Art Is Not Life Or Death!

It's important, yes. But not worth freaking out over or being a complete jackass. Like it or not. Buy it or not. Create it or not. Just keep it in perspective.

Oh ya, and get off my ass!

13 October 2009

Oh Happy Day...Or At Least They Will Be Next Year

BREAKING
NEWS
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14.10.2009 / Vienna
THE IMPOSSIBLE PROJECT
INSPIRES POLAROID®TO
RELAUNCH INSTANT CAMERAS
Dear Supporter of The Impossible Project,

the pleasure is all ours to herewith inform you about the latest and likewise groundbreaking news regarding our quest to keep Instant Photography alive by re-inventing a new analog integral film for vintage Polaroid cameras.

Already holding the first working hand-coated samples in our trembling hands, we are pleased to herewith announce an epoch making cooperation between Polaroid (who can no longer resist the stir we are making) and The Impossible Project:

The new licensee of the Polaroid Brand – The Summit Global Group – will re-launch the legendary Polaroid One Step Cameraand is therefore commissioning The Impossible Project to develop and produce a limited edition of Polaroid branded Instant Films in the middle of 2010.

We are proud and excited that our ambitions and all the relentless work we have already invested are now becoming the foundation for Polaroid's comeback as a producer of Instant Cameras.

Large-scale production and worldwide sale of The Impossible Project's new integral film materials under its own brand will already start in the beginning of 2010 - with a brand new and astonishing black and white Instant Film and the first colour films to follow in the course of the year.

At this point we would like to thank every single one of your for all your overwhelming support so far- THANK YOU! It's fair to say that we wouldn't be where we are now if it was not for all your help.

For further developments, upcoming news and detailed updates please stay tuned towww.the-impossible-project.com

Sincerely,
Dr. Florian Kaps, Founder of Polapremium & The Impossible Project

04 October 2009

Not Amused...

So, Cat has been with us for about three and a half months now. For most of that time my role has been administering a variety of medicines and various things that tend to piss off animals as well as tracking him down after he's escaped.

He really hasn't warmed up to me, but I can't say as I blame him. What's funny is that he will follow me around the house. Late at night after all have gone to bed and I stay up late to paint, Cat will follow me every where I go. He doesn't want to be interacted with, he just wants to follow me. And watch.

But I have a tendency to do things like this.



He sat there for quite a while just staring at the little dog. He would look at the dog, then look at me and then back to the dog. As if asking me what he was supposed to with this thing. Totally unimpressed. Eventually, he slowly pushed it off of the counter on to the floor. I swear he smiled at me afterward.