"The Star and The Hanged Man"

24” x 36”

acrylic on canvas

2014

I don’t even know why I bother making any additional artwork.  I’ve already done the best/ most meaningful work of my life on a mens’ room wall in 2012….

I don’t even know why I bother making any additional artwork.  I’ve already done the best/ most meaningful work of my life on a mens’ room wall in 2012….

“To regret one’s own experiences is to arrest one’s own development. To deny one’s own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one’s own life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.”
— Oscar Wilde, De Profundis (via psych-facts)

(via madeleinewool)

Playing on Hyperlapse for the first time. 5 minute sloppy bunny painting condensed to mere seconds for your viewing pleasure! (Or displeasure…. Suit yourself…)

While I worked on a portrait of Gary Numan earlier this year, I took a photo after every session working on it.  My intention was to post them and show the progress of the painting.  However, I lost my nerve after the painting was finished. I mean, why would anyone care? But also, posting these photos made me feel a bit too exposed.  Most of them are really embarrassing. There are decisions here that I can’t even explain.  And even worse, I decided the painting was done way before it really was and signed it (WTF). All I can say is that often sometimes I make bad choices.
I found the photos again recently and thought why not post them? Enough time and distance has passed between me and the finished product and I am proud of the final piece no matter how arrogant that makes me sound. And also, it sold! If anything, this shows that art is a struggle. I mean, it’s a fabulous struggle and one I could not live without happily, but it is a struggle and no matter how much you create art and acquire skill it is never easy.  It is never easy because acquiring more skill pushes you to do better than you did yesterday and, like the reason capitalism is a shady system, for some there is never enough and they will never be content. When an artist sets their mind to do something, like paint a portrait of Gary Numan, they HAVE to paint a portrait of Gary Numan… not someone who sort of resembles and may be a relative of Gary Numan… not painting something that is unmistakably Gary Numan would be complete and utter disaster.  About the only time art is as “fun” as everyone seems to assume it is is when you are nearly done with a painting, putting on the final touches.  But is that really fun? Or is it relief?  Oh god, who knows. 
At this point I must prove I have some perspective at my disposal and state: I understand that I am dramatic and that it could be worse; painting is not nearly as bad as digging ditches.  While I worked on a portrait of Gary Numan earlier this year, I took a photo after every session working on it.  My intention was to post them and show the progress of the painting.  However, I lost my nerve after the painting was finished. I mean, why would anyone care? But also, posting these photos made me feel a bit too exposed.  Most of them are really embarrassing. There are decisions here that I can’t even explain.  And even worse, I decided the painting was done way before it really was and signed it (WTF). All I can say is that often sometimes I make bad choices.
I found the photos again recently and thought why not post them? Enough time and distance has passed between me and the finished product and I am proud of the final piece no matter how arrogant that makes me sound. And also, it sold! If anything, this shows that art is a struggle. I mean, it’s a fabulous struggle and one I could not live without happily, but it is a struggle and no matter how much you create art and acquire skill it is never easy.  It is never easy because acquiring more skill pushes you to do better than you did yesterday and, like the reason capitalism is a shady system, for some there is never enough and they will never be content. When an artist sets their mind to do something, like paint a portrait of Gary Numan, they HAVE to paint a portrait of Gary Numan… not someone who sort of resembles and may be a relative of Gary Numan… not painting something that is unmistakably Gary Numan would be complete and utter disaster.  About the only time art is as “fun” as everyone seems to assume it is is when you are nearly done with a painting, putting on the final touches.  But is that really fun? Or is it relief?  Oh god, who knows. 
At this point I must prove I have some perspective at my disposal and state: I understand that I am dramatic and that it could be worse; painting is not nearly as bad as digging ditches.  While I worked on a portrait of Gary Numan earlier this year, I took a photo after every session working on it.  My intention was to post them and show the progress of the painting.  However, I lost my nerve after the painting was finished. I mean, why would anyone care? But also, posting these photos made me feel a bit too exposed.  Most of them are really embarrassing. There are decisions here that I can’t even explain.  And even worse, I decided the painting was done way before it really was and signed it (WTF). All I can say is that often sometimes I make bad choices.
I found the photos again recently and thought why not post them? Enough time and distance has passed between me and the finished product and I am proud of the final piece no matter how arrogant that makes me sound. And also, it sold! If anything, this shows that art is a struggle. I mean, it’s a fabulous struggle and one I could not live without happily, but it is a struggle and no matter how much you create art and acquire skill it is never easy.  It is never easy because acquiring more skill pushes you to do better than you did yesterday and, like the reason capitalism is a shady system, for some there is never enough and they will never be content. When an artist sets their mind to do something, like paint a portrait of Gary Numan, they HAVE to paint a portrait of Gary Numan… not someone who sort of resembles and may be a relative of Gary Numan… not painting something that is unmistakably Gary Numan would be complete and utter disaster.  About the only time art is as “fun” as everyone seems to assume it is is when you are nearly done with a painting, putting on the final touches.  But is that really fun? Or is it relief?  Oh god, who knows. 
At this point I must prove I have some perspective at my disposal and state: I understand that I am dramatic and that it could be worse; painting is not nearly as bad as digging ditches.  While I worked on a portrait of Gary Numan earlier this year, I took a photo after every session working on it.  My intention was to post them and show the progress of the painting.  However, I lost my nerve after the painting was finished. I mean, why would anyone care? But also, posting these photos made me feel a bit too exposed.  Most of them are really embarrassing. There are decisions here that I can’t even explain.  And even worse, I decided the painting was done way before it really was and signed it (WTF). All I can say is that often sometimes I make bad choices.
I found the photos again recently and thought why not post them? Enough time and distance has passed between me and the finished product and I am proud of the final piece no matter how arrogant that makes me sound. And also, it sold! If anything, this shows that art is a struggle. I mean, it’s a fabulous struggle and one I could not live without happily, but it is a struggle and no matter how much you create art and acquire skill it is never easy.  It is never easy because acquiring more skill pushes you to do better than you did yesterday and, like the reason capitalism is a shady system, for some there is never enough and they will never be content. When an artist sets their mind to do something, like paint a portrait of Gary Numan, they HAVE to paint a portrait of Gary Numan… not someone who sort of resembles and may be a relative of Gary Numan… not painting something that is unmistakably Gary Numan would be complete and utter disaster.  About the only time art is as “fun” as everyone seems to assume it is is when you are nearly done with a painting, putting on the final touches.  But is that really fun? Or is it relief?  Oh god, who knows. 
At this point I must prove I have some perspective at my disposal and state: I understand that I am dramatic and that it could be worse; painting is not nearly as bad as digging ditches.  While I worked on a portrait of Gary Numan earlier this year, I took a photo after every session working on it.  My intention was to post them and show the progress of the painting.  However, I lost my nerve after the painting was finished. I mean, why would anyone care? But also, posting these photos made me feel a bit too exposed.  Most of them are really embarrassing. There are decisions here that I can’t even explain.  And even worse, I decided the painting was done way before it really was and signed it (WTF). All I can say is that often sometimes I make bad choices.
I found the photos again recently and thought why not post them? Enough time and distance has passed between me and the finished product and I am proud of the final piece no matter how arrogant that makes me sound. And also, it sold! If anything, this shows that art is a struggle. I mean, it’s a fabulous struggle and one I could not live without happily, but it is a struggle and no matter how much you create art and acquire skill it is never easy.  It is never easy because acquiring more skill pushes you to do better than you did yesterday and, like the reason capitalism is a shady system, for some there is never enough and they will never be content. When an artist sets their mind to do something, like paint a portrait of Gary Numan, they HAVE to paint a portrait of Gary Numan… not someone who sort of resembles and may be a relative of Gary Numan… not painting something that is unmistakably Gary Numan would be complete and utter disaster.  About the only time art is as “fun” as everyone seems to assume it is is when you are nearly done with a painting, putting on the final touches.  But is that really fun? Or is it relief?  Oh god, who knows. 
At this point I must prove I have some perspective at my disposal and state: I understand that I am dramatic and that it could be worse; painting is not nearly as bad as digging ditches.  While I worked on a portrait of Gary Numan earlier this year, I took a photo after every session working on it.  My intention was to post them and show the progress of the painting.  However, I lost my nerve after the painting was finished. I mean, why would anyone care? But also, posting these photos made me feel a bit too exposed.  Most of them are really embarrassing. There are decisions here that I can’t even explain.  And even worse, I decided the painting was done way before it really was and signed it (WTF). All I can say is that often sometimes I make bad choices.
I found the photos again recently and thought why not post them? Enough time and distance has passed between me and the finished product and I am proud of the final piece no matter how arrogant that makes me sound. And also, it sold! If anything, this shows that art is a struggle. I mean, it’s a fabulous struggle and one I could not live without happily, but it is a struggle and no matter how much you create art and acquire skill it is never easy.  It is never easy because acquiring more skill pushes you to do better than you did yesterday and, like the reason capitalism is a shady system, for some there is never enough and they will never be content. When an artist sets their mind to do something, like paint a portrait of Gary Numan, they HAVE to paint a portrait of Gary Numan… not someone who sort of resembles and may be a relative of Gary Numan… not painting something that is unmistakably Gary Numan would be complete and utter disaster.  About the only time art is as “fun” as everyone seems to assume it is is when you are nearly done with a painting, putting on the final touches.  But is that really fun? Or is it relief?  Oh god, who knows. 
At this point I must prove I have some perspective at my disposal and state: I understand that I am dramatic and that it could be worse; painting is not nearly as bad as digging ditches.  While I worked on a portrait of Gary Numan earlier this year, I took a photo after every session working on it.  My intention was to post them and show the progress of the painting.  However, I lost my nerve after the painting was finished. I mean, why would anyone care? But also, posting these photos made me feel a bit too exposed.  Most of them are really embarrassing. There are decisions here that I can’t even explain.  And even worse, I decided the painting was done way before it really was and signed it (WTF). All I can say is that often sometimes I make bad choices.
I found the photos again recently and thought why not post them? Enough time and distance has passed between me and the finished product and I am proud of the final piece no matter how arrogant that makes me sound. And also, it sold! If anything, this shows that art is a struggle. I mean, it’s a fabulous struggle and one I could not live without happily, but it is a struggle and no matter how much you create art and acquire skill it is never easy.  It is never easy because acquiring more skill pushes you to do better than you did yesterday and, like the reason capitalism is a shady system, for some there is never enough and they will never be content. When an artist sets their mind to do something, like paint a portrait of Gary Numan, they HAVE to paint a portrait of Gary Numan… not someone who sort of resembles and may be a relative of Gary Numan… not painting something that is unmistakably Gary Numan would be complete and utter disaster.  About the only time art is as “fun” as everyone seems to assume it is is when you are nearly done with a painting, putting on the final touches.  But is that really fun? Or is it relief?  Oh god, who knows. 
At this point I must prove I have some perspective at my disposal and state: I understand that I am dramatic and that it could be worse; painting is not nearly as bad as digging ditches.  While I worked on a portrait of Gary Numan earlier this year, I took a photo after every session working on it.  My intention was to post them and show the progress of the painting.  However, I lost my nerve after the painting was finished. I mean, why would anyone care? But also, posting these photos made me feel a bit too exposed.  Most of them are really embarrassing. There are decisions here that I can’t even explain.  And even worse, I decided the painting was done way before it really was and signed it (WTF). All I can say is that often sometimes I make bad choices.
I found the photos again recently and thought why not post them? Enough time and distance has passed between me and the finished product and I am proud of the final piece no matter how arrogant that makes me sound. And also, it sold! If anything, this shows that art is a struggle. I mean, it’s a fabulous struggle and one I could not live without happily, but it is a struggle and no matter how much you create art and acquire skill it is never easy.  It is never easy because acquiring more skill pushes you to do better than you did yesterday and, like the reason capitalism is a shady system, for some there is never enough and they will never be content. When an artist sets their mind to do something, like paint a portrait of Gary Numan, they HAVE to paint a portrait of Gary Numan… not someone who sort of resembles and may be a relative of Gary Numan… not painting something that is unmistakably Gary Numan would be complete and utter disaster.  About the only time art is as “fun” as everyone seems to assume it is is when you are nearly done with a painting, putting on the final touches.  But is that really fun? Or is it relief?  Oh god, who knows. 
At this point I must prove I have some perspective at my disposal and state: I understand that I am dramatic and that it could be worse; painting is not nearly as bad as digging ditches.  While I worked on a portrait of Gary Numan earlier this year, I took a photo after every session working on it.  My intention was to post them and show the progress of the painting.  However, I lost my nerve after the painting was finished. I mean, why would anyone care? But also, posting these photos made me feel a bit too exposed.  Most of them are really embarrassing. There are decisions here that I can’t even explain.  And even worse, I decided the painting was done way before it really was and signed it (WTF). All I can say is that often sometimes I make bad choices.
I found the photos again recently and thought why not post them? Enough time and distance has passed between me and the finished product and I am proud of the final piece no matter how arrogant that makes me sound. And also, it sold! If anything, this shows that art is a struggle. I mean, it’s a fabulous struggle and one I could not live without happily, but it is a struggle and no matter how much you create art and acquire skill it is never easy.  It is never easy because acquiring more skill pushes you to do better than you did yesterday and, like the reason capitalism is a shady system, for some there is never enough and they will never be content. When an artist sets their mind to do something, like paint a portrait of Gary Numan, they HAVE to paint a portrait of Gary Numan… not someone who sort of resembles and may be a relative of Gary Numan… not painting something that is unmistakably Gary Numan would be complete and utter disaster.  About the only time art is as “fun” as everyone seems to assume it is is when you are nearly done with a painting, putting on the final touches.  But is that really fun? Or is it relief?  Oh god, who knows. 
At this point I must prove I have some perspective at my disposal and state: I understand that I am dramatic and that it could be worse; painting is not nearly as bad as digging ditches. 

While I worked on a portrait of Gary Numan earlier this year, I took a photo after every session working on it.  My intention was to post them and show the progress of the painting.  However, I lost my nerve after the painting was finished. I mean, why would anyone care? But also, posting these photos made me feel a bit too exposed.  Most of them are really embarrassing. There are decisions here that I can’t even explain.  And even worse, I decided the painting was done way before it really was and signed it (WTF). All I can say is that often sometimes I make bad choices.

I found the photos again recently and thought why not post them? Enough time and distance has passed between me and the finished product and I am proud of the final piece no matter how arrogant that makes me sound. And also, it sold! If anything, this shows that art is a struggle. I mean, it’s a fabulous struggle and one I could not live without happily, but it is a struggle and no matter how much you create art and acquire skill it is never easy.  It is never easy because acquiring more skill pushes you to do better than you did yesterday and, like the reason capitalism is a shady system, for some there is never enough and they will never be content. When an artist sets their mind to do something, like paint a portrait of Gary Numan, they HAVE to paint a portrait of Gary Numan… not someone who sort of resembles and may be a relative of Gary Numan… not painting something that is unmistakably Gary Numan would be complete and utter disaster.  About the only time art is as “fun” as everyone seems to assume it is is when you are nearly done with a painting, putting on the final touches.  But is that really fun? Or is it relief?  Oh god, who knows. 

At this point I must prove I have some perspective at my disposal and state: I understand that I am dramatic and that it could be worse; painting is not nearly as bad as digging ditches. 

fyeah-sparks:

This amazing tote bag by Blake arrived right before I left for vacation! (along with some stickers and a greeting card, but I forget where I put them) 

How did I miss this?  The print quality looks great! :)

fyeah-sparks:

This amazing tote bag by Blake arrived right before I left for vacation! (along with some stickers and a greeting card, but I forget where I put them) 

How did I miss this?  The print quality looks great! :)

About “Breakin’ Bad 2: Electric Boogaloo" by blake1863

Your favorite characters ARE BACK!!! Zombie Walt, Jesse, and Half-a-face Gus! But with a twist - breakdancing!!! Come along on this musical adventure, be amazed by the criminally thrilling undead dance moves, and ride the ELECTRIC BOOGALOO… (whatever that is)….try not to get addicted to meth…

It’s my last shout in this THREADLESS COMPETITION  my first try being a spectacular failure of impressive proportions) so I decided to finish this design of this silly idea I had about my favorite TV show in recent history.

I am asking again for a little bit of help with comments and votes.  After this, I will owe all of you the world and you’ll never hear even the slightest peep from me again.  Ok, of course you’ll hear from me again.  But perhaps I will be a bit less needy… :)  Oh! And if you are interested in funding the shirt to help get it printed, use promo code RYTMNJ to get $5 off. Please click here and vote, unless you clicked the above link and are no longer here, and in that case it was rather rude of you to not say goodbye.

Thank you!!!!

Since it’s Labor Day, and many Americans are enjoying a day off (myself included. At the time of writing this I was still in pajamas… like a boss…) have you ever wondered why we have certain workers’ rights we just take for granted? Why we have a minimum wage at all, a 40 hour standard full-time work week, and overtime pay? Well, it’s because of the Fair Labor Standards Act passed in 1938 under Secretary of Labor, Frances Perkins. Frances Perkins was the first female cabinet member. Perkins held her position for twelve years (1933-1945), longer than any other Secretary of Labor. She fought tirelessly to eliminate child labor and, as chair for President Roosevelt’s Committee on Economic Security, she helped draft what ultimately became the Social Security Act of 1935. What’s more is she helped New York State be ahead of the curve before heading to Washington: as a New York Department of Labor commissioner in the late 1920s, she reduced work weeks, established a minimum wage and unemployment insurance, and increased production facility investigations. I included Frances Perkins in my latest portrait series, Courageous Individual, because she improved the quality of life for so many and because it took immense bravery for a woman to accept and hold a high office at the time. Since it’s Labor Day, and many Americans are enjoying a day off (myself included. At the time of writing this I was still in pajamas… like a boss…) have you ever wondered why we have certain workers’ rights we just take for granted? Why we have a minimum wage at all, a 40 hour standard full-time work week, and overtime pay? Well, it’s because of the Fair Labor Standards Act passed in 1938 under Secretary of Labor, Frances Perkins. Frances Perkins was the first female cabinet member. Perkins held her position for twelve years (1933-1945), longer than any other Secretary of Labor. She fought tirelessly to eliminate child labor and, as chair for President Roosevelt’s Committee on Economic Security, she helped draft what ultimately became the Social Security Act of 1935. What’s more is she helped New York State be ahead of the curve before heading to Washington: as a New York Department of Labor commissioner in the late 1920s, she reduced work weeks, established a minimum wage and unemployment insurance, and increased production facility investigations. I included Frances Perkins in my latest portrait series, Courageous Individual, because she improved the quality of life for so many and because it took immense bravery for a woman to accept and hold a high office at the time.

Since it’s Labor Day, and many Americans are enjoying a day off (myself included. At the time of writing this I was still in pajamas… like a boss…) have you ever wondered why we have certain workers’ rights we just take for granted? Why we have a minimum wage at all, a 40 hour standard full-time work week, and overtime pay? Well, it’s because of the Fair Labor Standards Act passed in 1938 under Secretary of Labor, Frances Perkins. Frances Perkins was the first female cabinet member. Perkins held her position for twelve years (1933-1945), longer than any other Secretary of Labor. She fought tirelessly to eliminate child labor and, as chair for President Roosevelt’s Committee on Economic Security, she helped draft what ultimately became the Social Security Act of 1935. What’s more is she helped New York State be ahead of the curve before heading to Washington: as a New York Department of Labor commissioner in the late 1920s, she reduced work weeks, established a minimum wage and unemployment insurance, and increased production facility investigations. I included Frances Perkins in my latest portrait series, Courageous Individual, because she improved the quality of life for so many and because it took immense bravery for a woman to accept and hold a high office at the time.

It’s almost 5 am and I am still up working on a design I’ve been working on all day/night… And most of my free time during the week… Even my cats are like WTF ARE YOU DOING!? 😊

Been blowing off steam with some abstract compositions lately. This one I especially like.
"tin foil tiara" 12”x16” acrylic on canvas 2014 Been blowing off steam with some abstract compositions lately. This one I especially like.
"tin foil tiara" 12”x16” acrylic on canvas 2014 Been blowing off steam with some abstract compositions lately. This one I especially like.
"tin foil tiara" 12”x16” acrylic on canvas 2014 Been blowing off steam with some abstract compositions lately. This one I especially like.
"tin foil tiara" 12”x16” acrylic on canvas 2014

Been blowing off steam with some abstract compositions lately. This one I especially like.

"tin foil tiara"
12”x16”
acrylic on canvas
2014