Torero

Finally, something to look forward to on Sunday evenings.

95°

Not really sure what I'm going to do with these. I have a bad habit of completing lots of small pieces, leaving me with the dilemma of figuring out how to make them work together as a larger whole. Individually they are decent renditions, but the next step is combining them in some fashion so that they achieve a different meaning, pushing them to the next level so that they become more than just literal copies.

Boy, is it hot outside.

Speedman

Sit, Winnie, Sit. Good dog. Woof.

Say hello to my little friend

Winnie. All the way from Chattanooga.

Kick Ass art

I saw Kick Ass last night, which was pretty good. It was a very cool movie, and very original in terms of the mashup of genres. I wanted to love it, but walked out merely liking it alot. I told my friend Jeffrey that it was the type of movie that I could watch on tv whenever it comes on, kind of like Mean Girls, very entertaining and satisfying, brainless and clever at the same time. One of the neatest things in the movie was seeing some pretty famous works of art decorating the crime lord's lair, including one of Damien Hirst's dot paintings, a painting by Ed Ruscha (which I can't find an image of), and a sculpture self portrait by Marc Quinn, which is made of his own blood and housed in a refrigerated glass cube.

Gael

Ewan

Still here

Yes, I am still alive, but not doing a very good job of taking care of this blog, the poor, wilted flower. I had to run into a friend I hadn't seen in a while (hi Jo!) to remind me that someone might actually be reading. Anyway, here is something I just finished, a little portrait of Michael Fassbender, possibly better known as Lt. Archie Hicox, from Inglourious Basterds.