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A Week Of Insanity

It all began last Saturday. Walking home from work, I found an unopened roll of Sweet Tarts on the ground. Believe it or not, that was among the more expected and “normal” things to happen…

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*deep breath*

The past week or so has been a little on the crazy side…

I’ve spent the vast majority of my free time working on new art. I’ve been trucking right along with my “Iconology” series. I have two of the six panels completely finished, two more that are a little more than halfway finished, and two more that are waiting on me to buy some more gold leaf. I took a shitty photo and posted it to my tumblr. Eventually I’ll get some good photos and upload them to my main page.

When I haven’t been working on those, I’ve been dreaming up new ideas. I bought some four-packs of 6″ x 6″ canvases on clearance at Wal-Mart for $5 each, which I will be turning into rather minimalist miniatures. The first series to come out of these tiny canvases will be called “Musings of a Predator Drone.” I’m not sure how many of these I’ll do, but basically they will be simple ink drawings of predator drones, with collaged words cut out of newspaper, making ironic and cheesy poetry. I figure since I got them so cheap I can sell them cheaply as well – probably somewhere in the range of $6 or so.

And when haven’t been working on one series and dreaming up another, I’ve been printing labels for the back of my art. I bought a new printer (since it was cheaper than buying new ink cartridges for the one I already have) and some transparent address labels, on which I put my website address and a cropped version of the painting that’s on my business card. I’ll be putting these on all of my bagged prints and on the back of my canvas, wood, and framed pieces. Makes my stuff look more professional, yo.

This past Friday we had an opening reception at work for our artists of the month, the husband and wife duo of Bob Martin and Betty Carlson. The artwork is really great stuff, and they’re both such cool people in every possible way. The turnout wasn’t quite as good as for our previous opening, but it was a lot of fun, and a lot of important players in the local art scene were in attendance. After that I went to the opening at Zapow, which featured artwork inspired by Star Wars, Star Trek, and Dr. Who. Can’t really complain about that now can we? Well, not if you’re a nerd like myself anyway.

I’m still attempting to get my artwork into some local-ish galleries, and it looks like I might be making a little headway. Assuming my finances are okay at the end of the month, I’ll be renting a space at Zapow. I’ll probably put a few of my icons up there, along with some of my political drawings, some magnets and assorted miniatures, and a ton of prints. Hopefully I’ll be able to sell enough to offset the cost of renting a space. Fingers crossed! As far as other leads go, at our opening I gave my card to a woman who runs a gallery in the River Arts District. She went to my website and really liked my stuff. She talked to me for a little while about the possibility of doing a joint show with another artist who has a lot of politically themed works. Tomorrow I’m going with my neighbor Joshua to this gallery in Tryon that wants to hang some of his work. I figure I’ll show them my stuff, and then we can check out the other gallery in Tryon, which is more focussed on contemporary art and would possibly be more interested in my work. And last but not least, this guy came into the store the other day and was telling me about an art collective he’s trying to start. He helped to create something similar in Atlanta, and now it’s a pretty big deal. I showed him my stuff and he likes it. He said he’ll keep me posted, so hopefully something good will come of that.

As far as the “women” part of the subject of this blog goes… I still haven’t heard anything from Katie. When she didn’t have a phone or internet she made no attempt whatsoever to get in touch with me and let me know what was up, so I went over her place one night and then decided I would let her make the next move. She never did anything. So basically, even though we haven’t had “the talk” and my Facebook page still says otherwise, I’ve considered myself single since that night. She doesn’t seem interested, and I see no point in trying to be with someone who doesn’t seem to want the same. I’ve been looking into other options, and thus far there’s a few. A girl came into the store the other day and we started talking, eventually adding each other on Facebook. I can’t really tell if she’s interested or if I have a chance, but she’s incredibly gorgeous and a pretty talented artist. I met a girl on Plenty Of Fish who is really awesome, but she’s only 20 and a little hesitant to meet someone so much older. I’ve recently started chatting again with my friend Cassidy, who I haven’t talked to in about a year or so. And then of course there’s the cute pharmacist at Target who I never seem to find the guts to ask out. So perhaps one of those possibilities will turn into something more, who knows.

So yeah. I guess that’s a pretty exhaustive account of what’s been going on in my life lately. The End.

 

March Madness

It’s been almost three weeks since I wrote anything here, and I’m not exactly sure why. It’s not like a whole lot has actually been going on in my life. So yeah…

A guy came into the store a few weeks ago. He’s a photographer who works at a print shop, and he said some friends of his were trying to open a gallery. I showed him some of my stuff and he loved it. We set up a time to meet and talk about stuff, but he had an appointment that went late, so we decided to reschedule. That was the last I heard from him – he hasn’t replied to my emails since. I’m not sure what that’s all about.

It’s been about a week since I’ve heard from or seen Katie. Last Sunday we got together, and I called her in the middle of the week to see what she was up to. She had some family stuff going down, so we talked about possibly getting together on the weekend. She posted on Facebook a few days later that her phone had died, and she would be getting a new one on her next day off. I sent her a message and asked if she needed a ride or anything, but never got a reply. Last night I messaged her again and asked if she got a phone yet, and gave her my number again in case she lost her contacts. I haven’t heard from her since. I’m not sure what that’s all about either.

It snowed last night. The weather has been absolutely insane lately, and my sinuses have been killing me. I have a weird schedule this week, with two days off, then a day on, then two more off. I’m trying to wrap up some art projects, and hopefully check out a few more galleries and coffee shops that might be interested in my stuff.

But the main thing going on lately is college basketball. With the exception of a stinker of a loss to Duke, my Tar Heels have been pretty hot this month. And now of course we have the NCAA Tournament. I’ve entered three different bracket games, and so far I’m doing pretty well. I doubt I’ll win any grand prizes, but a small prize would be nice. I’m doing better than the so-called “experts” at the CBS Sports website, so at least I can gloat about that.

There really isn’t a whole lot else going on. Like I said, my life is a little on the boring side lately. But I suppose there are worse problems to have, eh?

 

A Blogless Week And A New Website

Once again, it’s been a while since I wrote anything here.

First, Valentine’s Day happened. I made Katie pretty much the most epic present imaginable, which took up a lot of my time. I bought a clay-board box kit from work. I painted the sides with tempera, lined the inside with felt, and on the top painted an icon of a T-rex. The hinge setup that came with the box was basically retarded. They didn’t cut any sort of recessed groove or anything, so when you screwed the hinges onto the box, it didn’t close all the way. Not only that, but two of the screw heads broke off when I was screwing them in. So I decided to just give up on the idea of screws, bought some leather, and stapled strips of it for hinges. I made a clasp for the other side of the box using a strip of leather with a slit cut in it and one of those tiny eyelet screws. It turned out pretty amazing, and if I hadn’t gotten so caught up in other things I probably would have posted a picture here earlier. But oh well. It’s never too late for an awesome pic, right? Without further ado…..

TRexBox

Of course she absolutely loved it, so yay. Her present to me wasn’t nearly as involved, but equally heartfelt. I’m always giving her crap about never dressing up, so she dressed up. She shaved her legs and put on makeup and wore a very cute mini-dress. As if that wasn’t enough, she also got me a big heart-shaped box of chocolates.¬† We spent the evening bundled up on the couch watching King Of The Nerds. I really couldn’t have asked for a better Valentine’s Day.

Since then not a lot eventful has happened. I’ve hung out a few times with Katie, but no big dates or anything. We got rid of another person at work, so things have been a little stressful this past week. Other than that I’ve just been working on art and lounging around the house.

However, I did make a new website… Frustrated with my Fine Art America page and the complete lack of interest it has generated, I’ve been looking into other shops. I decided to set up a shop at Zibbet, which is basically an Etsy clone, except with more of a focus on fine art. I’m still in the process of adding things there, and I’ve been working a lot on having product to sell. Nice fancy paintings are great, but in this economy not many people are buying. If I’m going to make any money from art, it will most likely come from things like prints, greeting cards, magnets, etc. Which reminds me, I need to photograph my magnets and upload¬† them.

But yeah, that’s about it. Go buy my stuff!

 

It’s been a busy week in the Asheville art scene. On Wednesday I attended a reception of works by the late painter Vadim Bora at Mars Hill College. I get the impression that he’s mostly unknown outside of his native Russia and his adopted hometown of Asheville, but that doesn’t say anything about the quality of his work. He worked in a ton of different styles, yet everything is instantly recognizable as his. Last year there was a retrospective exhibit, and this show was the highlights from that show. There was a curator’s talk, which I missed, before the reception. I spoke to his widow, and while she seemed pleasant enough, I was a little put off by the way she appears to be handling his estate. She said none of the paintings are for sale, and there are no prints available of anything. She literally told me that if I liked a particular piece, the only thing to do would be to keep coming to all the future exhibits so I could see it again. Her attitude came off a little snooty, like selling prints was beneath her or something. I’m sure that’s not how she really feels, but based on her wording that’s how she came off. But that’s a minor complaint about an otherwise wonderful exhibit.

Friday night I went out to the ARTery to check out a show by my former coworker Joshua Spiceland. They let him paint on the walls, continuing the designs and patterns from his pieces and connecting everything. He had 3D glasses available for viewing, even though they didn’t seem to really add much. The turnout seemed pretty good, and it seemed like he sold a few pieces. He’s clearly a local artist on the rise, but I guess I’m a little burnt out on his work after seeing so much of it over the past year or two. I haven’t been to any other openings at the ARTery, so I’m not sure the calibre of artists they usually have or what the turnout is usually like. I know that their hours are a little weird, which is something I’ve discovered to be pretty common with galleries and studios in the River Arts District. I always feel like I should venture outside of downtown and see more shows and try to get my stuff into more venues, but so far I haven’t been very impressed with the RAD. Who knows.

Tonight I managed to squeeze in two openings. First we had an opening for our artist of the month, Kristalyn Bunyan. She does a lot of monoprints on handmade paper, some of it with alpaca yarn and fibers. I really love her work, probably more so than any past artist of the month. In the year or so that I’ve been helping coordinate things, she’s been one of the easiest artists to work with as well. She submitted a listing to the Mountain Xpress, and not only did they run it, but it was about a quarter of a page with a picture. We had a busker providing live music out front and wine and refreshments inside. The turnout was amazing, and she sold quite a lot. I actually bought one of her cheapo unframed prints, and probably would have bought a few more if I had the money.

After our opening I went down the street to Zapow for a “steam punk carnival.” All of their shows are group shows with the majority of their member artists contributing. With Mardi Gras right around the corner, they decided to do a carnival theme, but steam punk style. There was a lot of great artwork, and some really cool music by a band called The Extraordinary Contraptions. I got there about halfway through the show, so I missed all the refreshments and about half of the music, but it was still pretty cool. I didn’t stay very long, because by then I was pretty tired and hungry, but it was definitely worth checking out.

In my own personal art world, I’ve been keeping pretty busy as well. I’ve been working off-and-on on several projects, including (but not limited to) a late birthday present for my neighbor Michelle, Katie’s Valentine’s Day present, a few really neat watercolor/mixed media pieces, and putting the finishing touches on my tree ring series. Between seeing art, reading about art, and creating art, I haven’t had a whole lot of time for anything else. Not that this is a bad thing. Well, except for sleep. I wish I had a little more time for sleep. Speaking of which, I should probably go do just that…..

 

So last night was the big night. Jeff Mangum, live at The Grey Eagle. A few months ago I waited outside of Harvest Records for hours to get tickets to what would become the fastest sellout in Grey Eagle history. And it was totally worth it.

I ended up taking my friend Morgan, a big Neutral Milk Hotel fan. I had asked Katie, but she had already planned a birthday party for the same day and didn’t want to shuffle things around. Her actual birthday was Wednesday, but she was in Atlanta until Friday night. We decided that I would go to the concert and then when it was over I would join up with the birthday party, already in progress. But more on that later…

Morgan finally got a car, and drove over to my place a little before the show. It was snowing and she freaked out, so I drove to the concert. Parking was ridiculous. I wound up parking in front of a warehouse about a quarter of a mile from the Grey Eagle. The place was pretty packed, with people lined up into the parking lot waiting to get in. They had two lines going, based on last name, and it was nearly fifteen minutes before we were inside.

The opening band was a duo called Tall Firs. They both played electric guitars in various tunings through lots of effects. It was pretty mellow and atmospheric, with a sort of dream-pop/slowcore vibe going on. I bought one of their albums, but it’s very different. They have a drummer (or did at the time of this album, which came out in 2008) and the sound is more straight ahead rock. Evidently one of the guys is a guitar tech for Sonic Youth and they’re on Thurston Moore’s label. A lot of the CD reminds me of Sebadoh. I hear a little Pavement in there, and possibly some of Sonic Youth’s less experimental and noisy moments. I’m going to have to check out their other stuff and see how it compares, but I like the CD I bought a lot.

After a brief intermission Jeff Mangum took the stage. He looks a bit different from when we last saw him, with a huge greying beard that makes him look very Asheville. He opened with “Holland, 1945” and it quickly became obvious that the entire night would be one giant sing along. He played a few more songs from In The Aeroplane Over The Sea and threw in a few from On Avery Island as well. He didn’t really talk a lot in between songs, except to thank the crowd for being so supportive. On several occasions the usually dark and depressed Morgan suddenly turned into a twelve-year-old cheerleader, screaming her head off and countering every Jeff Mangum thank you with a “no, thank you!”

On several songs during the first half of his performance, Mangum hummed the melodies that were played by a horn section on the album. I like to think of myself as being somewhat observant, so it didn’t escape me that for some reason there were four microphones on stage. Even though I knew it was coming, when the horn section came out for “Oh Comely,” I just about lost it. Everything sounded perfect, perhaps even better than on the album. After thunderous applause from the crowd, he launched into an extended version of “Naomi,” and again the horns came out. He closed with “Two Headed Boy,” but this time the horn section was joined by a guy with a floor tom and another guy with a tambourine. They played the instrumental “The Fool” and then everyone left the stage as the crowd went insane. Jeff returned for an encore of “In The Aeroplane Over The Sea.” Pretty much everyone there was singing along, and when the horns came out one last time it was the perfect end to an amazing performance.

I wound up buying In The Aeroplane Over The Sea on 180 gram vinyl, and while I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t a gatefold, the artwork looks amazing. The record itself has the phonograph/plane/whatever picture on the label and the lyrics and credits are on a sheet inside the sleeve. I stuck my ticket stub and bracelet inside the sleeve as well. I was hoping to get him to sign it, but the guy at the merchandise table said he doesn’t usually come out to sign and meet with people. Oh well, still totally worth it.

After the show we came back to my place. Morgan didn’t stick around, and I attempted to get in touch with Katie. She wasn’t answering her phone, so I assumed either she couldn’t hear it or was already too drunk to perform such a high level action. I remembered that she said their pub crawl was starting at The Yacht Club, so I decided to go down there and see if they were still there. The guy said they had already left and he didn’t know where they were. I decided to try another of her usual haunts, Broadway’s, but they weren’t there either. Finally she returned my text message and said they were at a gay bar. I asked where it was, but she said they were leaving. I told her I’d take a rain check and she should come over tonight so I could give her her birthday present(s). This afternoon I talked to her and she said she was really hung over and hanging out with her family. As of yet she hasn’t gotten home, so I’m thinking we’re not going to hang out tonight. Hopefully I’ll get to see her tomorrow.

I think I’m going to work on some paintings and then attempt to get to sleep at a decent hour. The End.

 

Boredom…

I’m in a weird mood tonight. I’m not tired. It’s too late to go anywhere. I can’t seem to get motivated to finish a painting I started earlier. I’m bored, but I’m not sure why, or what to do about it.

Most of the past week has been rather low-key for me. Yesterday I went to World Market and Big Lots, managing to find a few things I needed, a few I didn’t, and some random birthday goodies for Katie. Her birthday is Wednesday, but I probably won’t be seeing her again until her party on Saturday. She hurt her back, so I haven’t seen much of her at all in the past week, and she’s heading to Atlanta to visit her dad tomorrow. While the introvert in me enjoys the alone time, I’d gotten rather used to seeing her almost every day. For some reason I just had a flashback to “I’ve Grown Accustomed To Her Face.”

Saturday night I went out to the Bywater with my neighbors. While we had a good time, every time I go out I’m reminded why I don’t like drinking out. I didn’t have any cash on me so Angela paid my cover in exchange for a drink. The drink I bought her plus two for myself ended up costing $18. I could by a pretty nice bottle of booze for that. Makes me wonder just how much money bars take in every night. Then I start daydreaming about buying a bar. And naming it “Puzzles” of course.

Work has been mostly uneventful. Last night I randomly got an earache, and when I woke up this morning it was still there. It eventually spread to my sinuses, and when I took something it left my sinuses for the greener pastures of my forehead. Eventually everything felt normal again. I have the next two days off, and I’m pretty sure this crazy weather will bother my sinuses again. Yay!

I can’t think of much else interesting to write about. Perhaps I’ll find the motivation to finish my painting. Or I might just sit here until I finally get tired. Whichever comes first.

 

Art and women and stuff

Welcome to yet another edition of The Week In Me. Not a whole lot has changed since the last time I wrote an actual update. The two main developments have been in my art career and in my dating life…

For starters, things seem to be working out nicely with Katie. We typically see each other several nights a week, although a lot of that is just hanging out. We have this inside joke about her being a wombat, and she created a fake Facebook profile with the name Wombat Superpants, with whom I am now “in a relationship.” Last night we went out on a double date with my friends Nici and James, and everyone seemed to click, so that’s good. I won’t be seeing her much in the next week and a half – evidently her birthday is a huge deal, and she’s doing something with some long-lost friend or family member every night. Also she hurt her back, so that’s kinda kicked her activity level down a few notches. Next week is her birthday, and I still haven’t figured out what to get her. She’s having a party which happens to fall on the same night as the Jeff Mangum concert, so I’ll be going to that first and then joining her and her friends for a night of drunkenness. But yeah, this is probably the most “normal” and functional relationship I’ve had in a while, so yay.

As far as art goes, a few new developments…

I have several different projects in vastly different mediums in the works. I just finished a crazy mixed media piece on wood that’s taken the past month or so to complete. I’ve been doing a few small tempera pieces on wood with abstract backgrounds and the cross-section of a tree. You can see one such piece here. I’m also going to start a series of pieces on wood, done in the style of medieval iconography, but of outdated technology. I’m calling it “Iconology.” Today I laid the ground for an oil reduction piece, although I’m not completely sure what it will end up being. And last but not least, I snagged some giant damaged canvases from work and some paint samples from various paint stores. I’m going to be doing a collaborative project with a few of my neighbors, probably rather abstract. Should be a lot of fun working under the guise of a collective.

And also further artistic developments… I’m trying to get my stuff shown somewhere. The Bar Of Soap posted on Facebook that they’re looking for new art, so I emailed the guy, and he likes my stuff. The Benjamin Moore paint store where I got some free samples has recently opened a mini-gallery, and the manager there really likes my stuff as well. I’m toying with the idea of entering a few contests, if I can convince myself to get over the entry fee. And I really need to send an email to the guy at The Courtyard Gallery. One of the owners of the building the gallery is in came into True Blue a while back and we started talking. I described my art and she said it sounds like something he would be totally into. Then the holidays happened and then I started dating someone and I just haven’t gotten around to contacting him. I’ll probably use my week of free time to do that, along with venture out to galleries and venues outside of downtown and try my luck. Hopefully I’ll have another show coming up soon.

But that’s about it for now. I seriously need to get some sleep. The End.

 

So I log on to make a new post and WordPress looks absolutely nothing like it did a few days ago. What the???

Well anyway… back to what I was going to post about…

Yesterday I closed my account with BB&T. They didn’t even ask why I was closing my account. You could tell they just didn’t give a shit. I guess after the whole “occupy” thing and everyone switching to credit unions they’re just so used to it. But switching to a credit union is definitely the way to go, in the event someone reading this was contemplating.

After my bank fun and a little shopping I picked Katie up from work. Her ex sent her a “moneygram” and we ended up going to several places hoping in vain someone would cash it. We didn’t have any success, but she was able to cash a refund check from the electric company and she insisted on paying for dinner. I wouldn’t have any of that, but I did cave and let her pay for the movie tickets…

We went to see Frankenweenie at the Brew-n-view. It was pretty good overall, if not earth-shattering. While it was clearly aimed at children, it never came off as cheesy or pandering, and there were plenty of jokes adults would love. There were a lot of neat homages to classic black-and-white horror movies, but it mostly avoided the popular trend of inserting a million pop culture references to make you laugh. The bottom line is that if you’re a Tim Burton fan you’ll like it. It wasn’t my favorite of his movies, and after a while the 3-D glasses were giving me a headache, but it was definitely an enjoyable movie experience.

That’s about all for now. I’ll probably play around with this weird new setup and hopefully get around to posting my long-delayed best-of-2012 list. I have a few more albums to listen to before I set anything in stone, but it’s almost finished. Until then…..

 

It’s nearly 2:00 am. I’ve just returned from Katie’s apartment. She has four cats, and her roommate and her roommate’s boyfriend both smoke in the house. I haven’t been able to breathe for quite some time and I itch all over. I just took a Benadryl. What better time to finally write my review of the past year?

Yeah. I’ll make this quick.

This year was pretty eventful. In January I got out of a long-term relationship. I’ve spent the past year chronicling my dating life, which has been mostly humorous. I seem to have found someone who isn’t interested in stupid games, but this post is about 2012, not this year.

It was a year of loss. In February I lost my grandfather on my dad’s side, three months to the day that my grandmother on my mom’s side passed away. In September I lost my other grandmother. I drove to Fayetteville for my grandfather’s funeral and saw how completely and utterly insane my family is. I decided to stay far away when my grandmother passed. In the interim, my aunt has severed all ties with everyone else in my family. She even un-friended us all on Facebook. Is it possible to “un-family” someone? Holidays haven’t quite been the same since then. I’m pretty glad I live on the other side of the state from her and the other nutcases I’m somehow related to.

On a professional level, 2012 was a year of triumph. In late 2011 I set a personal goal that by my birthday I would have my art career off the ground. I bested that goal by several months, putting together a website, a Facebook page, a shop, getting business cards printed up, and being booked for my first solo show in Asheville by the end of April. My show started in August and ended up running for over two months. I sold a lot of prints and an original. In November I was booked for a group show, and while that ended up being a disaster thanks to the complete unprofessionalism of the “gallery,” it was still something. Not only this, but I was given a raise and promotion at the art supply store, enabling me to quit the gas station, gain an extra day off, and not lose any pay. On this end of things, I really have nothing to complain about.

A lot else happened. I got sick a few times. I most certainly did damage to my liver. We survived another election campaign. Justin Bieber still exists.

In the end, it was like any other year. It had its share of ups and downs. I met new people and watched old friendships dissolve. I laughed and had good times. I got my heart broken. You win some, you lose some. But returning to the world of blogging has helped me to keep things in perspective a little better, and be the introspective sonofabitch I was designed to be. So far 2013 is off to a smashing start – a potential new girlfriend, a new roommate, a new bank account. But like any other year, there will inevitably be low points ahead. That’s really about all you can say about life. I made it through another year, and this new year will be one hell of a ride. Life is a journey, not a destination. I’m not sure if that was Coleridge or Aerosmith, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is that the Benadryl is kicking in. The End.