As I was sitting at my desk, the ‘Net moving like a wounded snail, I decided to relax by reading something–something short, say, single sitting. Anything to take my mind off the slow trickle of Internet, since screaming “LOAD, YOU STUPID BITCH! I’ve seen constipated snails move faster!” every ten seconds scares the cat, disturbs […]
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Today I painted breasts. It’s a thankless, possibly morally bankrupt job, and I get to do it!
I was re-reading Sheri S. Tepper’s “The Fresco” t’other day, a book I rather like, because despite a few bits that are maybe a bit too preachy (I’m a feminist, but I have learned the benefit of not being scary about it, because all it does is drive people t’other way. Still, I can enjoy […]
Every now and then, it’s nice to trip over something that puts it all in perspective…for example, all the great artistic fears and heated debates about selling out and so on and so forth are not new. Og the caveman probably took heat from his detractors when he was offered half a mammoth to paint […]
I watch Adult Swim on the cartoon network with great joy. But I’ve noticed that they keep playing Christian rock commercials in the middle of it. This has me baffled. I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that if you’re a devotee of “Inuyasha” following the adventures of a half-demon, or the unpronounceable […]
I swear to god, there are enough artist’s handbooks out there to wallpaper a starship. Why don’t we have on that covers burning questions of art etiquette?
I realize that in the grand scheme of things, this is nowhere near as important as, fer example, impending war with the Axis Of Pretty Bad But Really More Desperate, And Anyway, You’re One To Talk, but nevertheless this article struck me for the pure irony of it all. I mean, I can understand the […]
So my mother calls me up at midnight to ask my advice. Not on art, which she knows more about anyway, but which I at least know something about, or about what to do with the packs of feral dogs that roam her small rural Pennsylvania town, but about how to deal with my three-year-old […]
Finished that gryphon painting at long last. Go, Igor! The only pity is that his little syringe is almost too small to see in the web version. Spent the day after that randomly doodling.