Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Diggin in the crates


I've been poking about, peering inside books, shuffling under the bed, trying to gather loose ends and get the skull-fuckers site in proper order. Old sketch books remind me of times forgotten, ideas left fermenting, scrawled on bumpy trains throughout the 5 boroughs. Plans I can no longer decipher, numbers hastily written without names, addresses for rendezvous I can't recall. So while I gather, waiting to update the site. I thought I'd throw up a few ditties for old times sake.

I found this in a folder under my bed. I drew this many moons ago, because I had the love jones for this serorita who looked like the girl in the drawing, only slightly less alien. Look, I used shading to create the illusion of depth. That means I'm a real artist,right?

Monday, April 10, 2006

Art Fart

So while hanging ten on the web "searching for source marerial" I came upon these interesting congregations of text.
http://www.paulgraham.com/softwarepatents.html
This is an interesting look at the abuse of our patent system, where overworked patent clerks are handing out patents for everything under the sun. What's great about this article is that it reveals how companies wield patents, almost as a self-defense against companies that may want to sue them. Kinda like I have dirty pictures of you and you have dirty pictures of me so let's play nice type of thing.
http://www.harpers.org/OutOfControl.html
A look at the AIDS/HIV crisis and the risks of current AIDS treatments. For the optically challenged it's a long but important read. Also from the same issue, a report on our own emperor of the universe, Big, Bad Bush. When's the hammer gonna drop on this fool?
http://www.harpers.org/TheCaseForImpeachment.html
So bone up because there will be a test.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Takin it back


Spring is in the air and as the flesh parade begins, I pray that soon that stick in the eye that is Pocahontas Boots and their endless variations will soon be replaced with anything more aesthetically pleasing. As part of all that spring ushers in, I've torn my little apartment apart in that delightful ritual of spring cleaning. Along with my black heart sock and an old bag of Captain Black I've found some older work from my monochromatic past.
This little gem is from a period when I lived and breathed type forms. Like many a lad who grew up in Brooklyn in the late 70's, weaned on a steady diet of hip hop and bad metal, I grew fascinated with the exploding world of type around me. The bubbling letters of the trains that made the upstate girls swoon in second grade. The sharp, bleeding text of hardcore bands that looked so bad ass scrawled on the brown paper covering my science textbooks.
This drawing draws from both realms, referencing both the ever changing world of graffiti and fantasy lore of 80's metal. If you look close you'll notice that the letters make an evil dragon. Ooooh scary!!! Okay so maybe its more of an D&d vibe, but it's still on my my favorite pieces from my blackbook. Now to see what else lies beneath my bed...

So I start this as another block in the vast Skull-fuckers empire. This will be the home of the daily debris of the Skull-Fuckers clan. So for now enjoy the total lack of content while I work on a new piece and tax my colon with some delicious ground beef.