Birth Denouncement

Turns out Gary Gilmore has the same birthday as me. I'm going to try hard to convince myself that being born on the same say as a convicted murderer who demanded his own execution holds no significance. Anyway, I can still claim the same birthday as Wassily Kandinsky, who, to the best of my knowledge, never killed any gas station attendants. 

Coats, Soothes, Relieves

More treasure from the vault. I pitched this as an Art-o-Mat project years ago: a series of portraits referenced from an old University of South Carolina college yearbook. Since the folks in this 1950s university setting were all of a certain ethnic distinction (or lack thereof), I decided to paint them all with the identical shade of pink. The Pepto Bismol I keep handy for my anxious stomach was within reach at the time, so I used that instead of watercolor, which would have required getting off the floor. (In keeping with toddler-age traditions, I paint while sitting on the floor.)

Can't say I recommend Pepto as a valid medium, but I'll get back to you when I've finished my studies in Colgate and Cool Mint Listerine.

Wasted Days and Copyrights

Here's a piece of ancient history about ancient history. Four score and seven years ago I was asked to contribute to a copyright-themed show at the Black Lab Gallery in Seattle. I'm sure I was contacted because of my piece in the infamous Illegal Art show (the last-remaining online remnants of which are here), sponsored by the dearly-departed Stay Free magazine. It seemed I was destined to lifelong association with the "information wants to be free" crowd.

But while I'm deeply interested in copyright, public domain and fair-use issues, I'm not a copyright abolitionist. As such, my contributions to these copyright shows was generally more subtle in message than "Starbucks sucks," and needed some explaining.

And as they say, if you have to explain the joke...

Lincoln the Railsplitter

These illustrations appeared under the heading "AOL-Time-Warner Presents the Life of Abraham Lincoln." (Remember the brief period when AOL was part of Time-Warner? We were all so young then.) I was thinking about corporate sponsorship of public school materials, including text books, and considering how the promotion of a company's media properties might override their responsibility to present accurate information to the schoolkids. (This is a real issue: math books that are all about counting M&M's and so on.) Hence, Abraham Lincoln is here portrayed by Batman, star of the summer blockbuster The Dark Knight Jangles Your Nerves or some such CGI extravaganza.

Lincoln Frees the Slaves

This was back in the days when there still remained a distinction between corporate media culture and the real, actual world. By this time I'm sure there are few historical reenactments in which Batman does not appear. And look, I'm not saying that's good or bad, Batman being all kick-ass cool and everything. It's just that, well...historical accuracy and all that. I'll agree that Spielberg Lincoln movie perked up whenever Honest Abe slipped into his cape and cowl to battle the Joker at Gettysburg. Or am I getting my Oscar contenders mixed up?

Lincoln is Assassinated

Obviously, these illos were created when the development of my digital art stylings was still in its infancy. Come to think of it, the process really hasn't developed much since those dark days. In fact, I still think of myself as the John Wilkes Booth of the MS Paint spray can.

So, watch out!

Are We Good?

I was contacted out of the blue last year by the production guys from Marc Maron's IFC show. They wanted a portrait of Marc to use as a title card for a series of online videos, promoting the upcoming (and final) season of the show. I was jazzed to the gills, seeing as I'm an avid listener of Maron's WTF podcast.

"This looks fantastic! We'll get back to you!" Of course I know that, for show biz folks, this actually means, "We hate this, and we're never going to contact you again." Or maybe the whole online video promo scheme got canned anyway. Ah well, such is the life of an illustratrix in these aggressive times.

Knowing Maron's tastes, he probably wanted Drew Friedman.

Frankentoil

Here's what happened. In advance of Halloween 2016, I was invited to contribute my art-like doodlings to a group show at Gallery East here in Sparkle City. This was the now-infamous Show of Monsters, which was, oddly enough, a show of monster art, featuring the regional all-stars of the Upstate art community - Kris Inman, Jeremy Kemp, Deede Cohen, Rich Ponder, Christina Ramsey, and the rest - or, as I like to call them, the Foothills Factory.

After dismissing a few of my usual, infantile ideas, I decided to resurrect an long-dead impulse from my art school days: illustrating Mary Shelley's novel, Frankenstein. Why create illustrations for this early-19th century novel, which has been republished, repackaged and re-imagined countless times? The same reason the great B-movie schlockmeisters of yore have eternally tapped the Frankenstein legend: Shelley's novel is in the public domain.

And so, these drawings for the Show of Monsters become the launch of this probably-never-ending project. I may release it in installments on my way to the final book. Too soon to tell. (One thing that's slowed progress so far is that I redrew these three illos since the Gallery East show.)

Those who have never read the novel will find it quite different from the famous Boris Karloff films. For one thing, the monster not only talks, he won't shut up. Page after page of his agonized monologues. His is a depressing life among a whole cast of depressing lives. The monster is sad, he's alone, and nobody likes him (so he reminds us compulsively), but Dr. Frankenstein himself is even more angst-y and poetry-prone. I'm surprised this novel isn't more popular among suicidal teenagers, they of the Plath and Salinger fan club.

Wish me luck on my travels through Frankenstein. This novel covers a lot of European territory, and requires a bit of research. But the real question for anyone embarking on the task of illustrating Shelley's Frankenstein is: how do you feel about drawing lots of icebergs?

Still Life with Nekkid

My old art instructor, Bill Thompson, made it clear by his example that there was one primary reason for becoming an artist: You will have the opportunity to draw floral arrangements.

Short-Fingered Septuagenarian

The temptation to keep reducing the size of those hands is pretty great, but I have reasonable standards even when my portrait subject doesn't.

Do Randroids Dream of Sarcastic Tweets?

Acolytes of Ayn will be displeased to know I created this portrait for the good of my fellow man and not for money.

Young Carl Jung

My favorite Carl Jung story - and goodness knows we all have a favorite - is from his intriguing autobiography, Memories, Dreams and Reflections. Young Carl has become plagued with a "forbidden" thought: He imagines God rising up from the roof of his local church on a golden throne, floating into the sky. Carl is terrified of completing the thought. He forces himself, time and again, to think of something else before this internal vision turns nasty.

Finally, he can fight it no longer. He must see how this vision turns out. He pictures God on the golden throne, rising over the church into the sky. Suddenly, the bottom of the throne opens, and God's most holy backside releases a giant turd, which falls, smashing the roof of the church.

The Revolution Will Not Be Teletubbied

     While rifling through my Thrdgll publication stash I happened to re-read the introduction to the Mr. Product collection, a book of antique comic strips I drew in the '90s. What struck me is that a piece of writing examining what has or hasn't become obsolete in the culture is full of references that have become obsolete since I wrote it four years ago. (Does anyone know what Farmville is anymore?) At any rate, it seemed more appropriate to post this screed condemning online media on the infotainment electrobeast itself rather than the outmoded pamphlet for which it was intended. So I've shared it below.

     But that doesn't mean you shouldn't order the book. It's print-tastic!  http://thrdgll.tripod.com/mrproductbook.htm