Muppets Assemble!

My wife loves the Muppets; I love the Avengers. And, as a child resembles a blend of its parents, it clearly follows that this awesome sketch by Caanan Gall is an attempt to imagine what the fruit of our joined loves will yield. Behold:

A Koster-Hurt family portrait.

How did this Caanan person know?

Two Bunnies, One God

Whenever I have a little downtime I get to thinking about the orifices of woodland animals and how those orifices fit into the grander scheme of the Universe.

I'd just like to share what I believe is a fundamental meditation on the subject.

Starburst

Here's a less modified/recombined effort compared to "The Audience" posted below. I think mostly I dig the Tron-like digital effect mixed with the raw energy of the explosion...

Manipulation Is Fun

My first attempt at photomanipulation came out something like this:

"The Audience"

I dunno, but it looks a lot better than my first artistic attempts from when I was four. We only had the DOS version of Photoshop back then: the operating system required scissors, pencils, paper, you name it...

What The Cool Kids Are Wearing

I post this here because this blog, of all places, may actually reach several of the roughly more than one person who not only works in tech theater but is, further, Aware Of All Internet Traditions.

A rare breed indeed. Yet, it is a breed who will understand the glory of an image, revealed to me but weeks ago, that is shortly bound to ironically grace a plain white work shirt.

Behold!:
Lo, I shall sear it to a spherically-woven, t-shapen textile and bear it proudly upon my breast! Let the geekiest of theater geeks tremble!

...And then let all few of us lose interest and return to skimming Failblog...

Fractaled Ruminations

As a variation on the subtitle of this blog, I took a few moments to try my hand at Apophysis, a fractal generator, and managed this:


It's a long way from this, but I still think it's pretty neat-o.

Well, these few moments have been fun but all this sunlight you guys got up here hurts my eyes; time to slink back to the darkened theater...

Added: a little more math, just to tide you over till my heralded return:

Pictured: what happens when a lens flare shows up wth all its cousins...

The Voice In Her Head

I helped a friend record and mix a charming and amusing inner monologue--made into an aural thought bubble through the generous use of reverb--for one of the puppet pieces in Attraktion. (The piece, appropriately, was called "In'ermingling.")

Just happy to note that it seems to have gone well...

I Can Haz Intellectually Stimulating Artistic Reinterpretationz?

In the great internet ecosystem, there's a certain species of web site that sustains itself not through a single authorial voice speaking from behind the firewall, but on contributions from the page's readers. Which, essentially, means these sites are the homeless dogs of the Web: beggars dependent on the scraps of amenable passersby.

The type I've been exposed to most (make of it what you will) is the pleasantly vacuous: mostly of the classification Felis LOLus, they're damp-shnozzled places like Cute Overload and Stuff On My Cat, or Haz Cheezburger's Mean Girl relatives: Texts From Last Night, FMyLife, Failblog, Engrish, etc.

And I love them all. I admit it. I love them in a way that would leave me acned and obese, had they any caloric content.

That said, this--though being of the same scavenging genus--is of a different class altogether. It's like I've been amusing myself with scrappy little terriers only to come face to maw with a mastiff.

Can I keep it? Huh? Please, can I?

Sketchy (Updated)

Here I go, pretending to be all artistic again.

This is a rough draft of a prop drawing a character (an art student, natch) whips up during a scene of Epic Theater Ensemble's production of Mahida's Extra Key To Heaven, opening soon at the Signature Theatre.

I'll know soon if the director goes in for it, but either way I'm rather pleased with this initial attempt.

A stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
This ebony bird did beguile my sad fancy into a smile.
Fo' realz.
--D.J. Po'

Update: Which ended up as this:


Update 2: The second one, based on this description:

"There is a wolf and a little girl with a shadow. This wolf has no shadow on the ground like the girl. They are standing before a high stone wall. At the end of a meadow. I think they have come to a place where they can go no further. Their way is blocked by a locked gate in this wall.
See the gate with a lock?
But in the tree over here, above the wolf, is a bird. A friendly white dove who has the shadow of a raven. Right here in the air above the wolf. And in the beak of the dove, she has a key. But in this shadow, the shadow of the raven, there are two more keys. Maybe even more."

I admit to being far less pleased with how this drawing turned out. To be fair, the description's a wreck--exactly the kind of thing a writer would concoct to cram all his pet themes into a single "image," while handily skirting the compositional nightmare the drawing he's describing would be in reality.

But, just for the sake of the record and as evidence that I have the guts to breathe deep and highlight my own mediocrities...breathes deep...here's that nightmare:

The Man With The Pan

Ever since we lost the "Also" From Juneau I've been exhibiting withdrawal symptoms. They say an effective therapy for former addicts is to give them something to do with their hands. Well, my love and I bought a digital camera.

And it has panorama.

The trembling has lessened considerably.






Hey, it's better for my health than suboxone or, god help me, finger painting...

Pantastic

New digital camera. This one has panorama.

I'm gonna get good at this. At which point, everyone within 180* of me needs to watch out. For the moment, only cats and houseplants are at risk.










This won't end well, I can feel it...

Against The Wall

Recently, my and my love's digital camera pulled a disappearing act. Knowing such items are more likely to throw themselves back into the light once you've spent a sufficiently ridiculous amount of money replacing them, we went ahead and bought another camera.

The punchline being that the old camera is still in whichever void it decided to descend.

Refusing to let the new camera get the best of me, I took the opportunity of an otherwise ill-timed expenditure to photograph a few of my older pieces so I could finally throw them into that other void, the interwebs. (Wait, is our camera around here somewhere...?)

I'll start with the living room:

Self-Portrait
Glass and spray paint

And its negative:

Self-Portrait (2)
Glass and spray paint
backed with black paper

Boy With Book
Polycarbonate, ink, paint

And finally, two portraits from the bedroom:

Erin
Ink on paper

Marlon
Ink on paper

Now that I've not only used the other camera but posted its efforts to the web for all the world to see, perhaps the prodigal will be moved by jealousy to return.

crickets...

Fucker.

The Minotaur

E & Me

A portrait.

I love that woman. And her evil eye...

...

And when I'm feeling philosophical:

Weeny, Weedy, Weechy

I drew the sketch below when I was on a short-list to pencil a friend's comic book story--set in the further reaches of 1st Century Rome--and was experimenting with various visual styles. I finished this a while ago so it's not rose blossom fresh but it's not past its sell-by either. And hey, I'm feeling artsy but not enough to do the work to make something completely new.

You might recognize the model. What a diva to work with...

Barcode

Here's a little idea I executed a few months ago. It's taken me rather a while to address the subject, I admit, but sometimes these things require a bit of time to work through. In its physical form, I have it set very small--like a postage stamp--against a much larger white space with matting and frame.

I guess I should count this as my first posting wearing my visual artist's hat. 'Tis a pretty hat, lots of colors and patterns....

Heh.