Monday, August 16, 2010

my friends

Billy G and Steve
My goat friends I encounter on the way to work

Mactan, Philippines
2010



Gordie and Ned
I saw them together one day as I passed by this busstop
Mactan, Philippines

2010

When I first began painting again. '05 or '06? Not sure exactly.


Amarillo Desperado
Acrylic on Canvas
8" x 10"

Carmen Sandiego
Painted during my first group paint session with strangers
Acrylic on Canvas
16" x 20"

The Blue Girl
Marker on Flat Canvas
It was small. I can't remember the size.

Happy St. Patty's Day
I stayed in on St. Patrick's Day and painted this
This is maybe a foot high and a hand wide

Back In the Day

The Charcoal Man
My first art class back in Grade 9

News!

Hello everyone.

Internship applications are now being accepted at Bigfoot Studios in the Philippines for the following:Art Department: able to do construction as well as office work.
Wardrobe Department: Knowledge of make-up/styling and sewing is required. 
Underwater Studio: You must be a certified Dive Master.
Production Department: seeking those mainly from fashion cities who can shoot and edit.
MacBooks are an asset for running Final Cut Pro.

If you want to apply or have questions, send your resume and sample work to:
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Thursday, August 12, 2010

care face

When I sleep I have people I've never met before tell me how I'm feeling. 
They say, you're not really happy doing what you're doing.
I tell them, I'm screwed. Everything I love doing I hate when it's a job.
I hate how I feel when I'm just going through the motions.. just to get paid. 
The people in my dreams say, what are you waiting for?
I tell them, money. 
Money is what I'm waiting for.
And then I wake up and it's clear it is the most ridiculous thing. 
But.. is it?
I can fill out those forms too. 
But then, I can always wander into the darkness of the night and never return.
I can sit in the mountains of the world and get eaten by mosquitos and suffer from the horrible death of Dengue and starvation.
I wonder... 
You know how I know I'm partly crazy and partly sane? Partly alive?
Is that I don't care if I'm here or there, or dying or alive. 
It's all the fucking same. Everywhere. 
I don't care about anything. Everything is nothing. 
These words, they don't mean shit. 
How could it matter?
What is better than silence? Love. 
I love a lot. I can love in silence.