pairs.

most things are better in pairs.

finished this up last night. i abandoned the drawing for now and decided to paint it up instead. turned the painting into the Boise Weekly for a cover but will keep the drawing for a show set..

in progress.

started on a series of drawings last week for a possible show. this is just the first and it's near-finish but still in progress. hoping to do around ten or so.. we'll see.

sigh.

three.

the pups turned three years old today. i'll admit i felt a bit sheepish about hitting up the Petsmart and actually buying them "gifts" for an occasion that neither of them could care less about. jackson got a replacement harness for the one he chewed off his body last week. andie got a new dress. but her hairy arms just make her look like a drag queen. albeit, a very cute drag queen.

we're like twins.

vestiges.

i just finished this poster for Built to Spill last night.. if you're around about town, you should consider going. it's worth your dollars.

ETA: i've got some of these posters available at both the Basement Gallery and The Visual Arts Collective.

i've still got this lingering cough- merely a small, annoying reminder of my plague days. i finally gave up on "taking it easy" since no amount of soup, meds, or orange juice seemed to kill it. if i was going to be taken down, it was going to be miserably drinking beer from the confines of my bed. and i'll be damned, armed with six mexican beers, i began to kill the mighty plague.
Dos Equis, you saved my life. you can be my wingman anytime.
whilst on the ill, i admit i watched many a questionable quality entertainments. you tube vids that my pal nikki shared with me about drunk people retelling events in history as it is re-enacted by famous actors like Crispin Glover and Jack Black was memorably among the top. it's juvenile, yes. random video-vomiting aside, there were gems that reminded me of my college days, history major pals, and a bottle of Wild Turkey. i'm going to grace you with one Drunk History below, but for the faint of gut, i warn you there is vomiting shown. and probably some swearing. it's integral to the story though, promise.




(don't be fooled by the drunk history imitators. their vids are considerably lamer.)


last: my spring playlist. enjoy!

miami horror - sometimes

the sounds - beatbox

two door cinema club - something good...(t+f remix)

beach house - take care

decemberists - los angeles, i'm yours

modest mouse - florida

built to spill - car

the wombats - moving to new york

the sounds - no one sleeps

(you can download this song free off their website, which i highly suggest you do. now.)

sickness.

i emerged from easter weekend with a family feud and a near-black eye (unrelated to family feud). then i was mightily stricken down with a case of The Plague. i blame the biological warfare of cousins and nieces under the age of 8.
the bruise has since healed, while The Plague remains. I have infected all but one in the household. we mainly lay in bed all day and either moan or groan about it, shuffling in slippers to the kitchen in search of either various cold medications or orange juice. there was a minor scare when i hit an orange juice drought yesterday morning, but a call was made and foreign aid arrived in a grocery sack toted by my mother.
i've lost some good days of productive art-making, so i'm pulling a brave move and going off the meds. i should bypass the comas they seduce me into and actually get some work done with the rest of my day.

take two.

just wrapped on some poster work for the Record Exchange and Josh Ritter's gig coming up on Record Store Day (apr. 17th). (his new album So Runs the World Away will have a vinyl release for record store day(select shops), and is slated for a may release US-wide.)
big thanks to Joy at the RX for patiently letting me run wild with ideas.

on it.

at this particular bar above, the bartender waxed poetic with an air of self-importance about attending Burning Man while mixing some concoction for my posse that he referred to as "Skittles," which reached the rank of "Worst Shot of the Night" after downing it and gagging that it "tasted like the 80s." (by the way, if anyone has seen my M.I.A. brown sweater from that night, you should kindly return it. i have spent far too many a chilled evening lamenting its absence. that, and it will forever serve as a reminder that alcohol is a demon.)
after sufficiently recovering from last week's wedding festivities and tending to our battle wounds, unexpected maid of honor duties which included the returning of the tux the next afternoon while Roomie 1 spent the day in the ER as a byproduct of said Demon, i'm back to work and on the ball. i've been meaning to post photos of my DBA traffic box work, but a dead camera battery did me no favors in this area. it's since been charged and i'm gracing you with very low res, shitty photos because:
1. i don't actually own a nice digital camera, or even a digital camera. i've bought many a dig (read slang: "didge") for other people but never one for myself. ironic. i'm an amateur professional.
2. these panels, being 30" tall, are far too large for any scanner near or in my possession. again, amateur professional.

i believe the ACHD has installed the vinyl wrap already, or will be doing so this week. my box location is supposedly at 6th and Main downtown, and will be "unveiled" for April's first thursday. (in the round, the panels should connect and be viewed as both a ship departing and simultanelously arriving.)
ETA: box location is at 8th & Bannock St. downtown.







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