Another day, another dead dog. Potential book jacket for a portfolio piece.

Sobaka Matryoshka

This cock-eyed demon dog will be part of my senior screen print poster series.

In spite of the mountain of work this final semester’s slamming me with I decided to to do a stippled ship for a screen printing project. Here’s a little mock up with some ‘shopped in colors and texture. The final version will hopefully be wild and unrecognizable.

Exercise in Spacial Relation #1

For one of my independent study courses this semester I’m doing a series that will combine human figure studies and topographical map making. Haven’t quite settled on what I’m going for so I’ve been working on little practice pieces. This first one’s not focused and pretty heavy handed. Looking forward to making it more fluid while maintaining the abstract textural / repetitive nature of the linework.
This is just a dry run of how the pieces might look. To get an idea of what I’m trying to explore thematically in the actual work I’ll leave ya with this quote by the French sociologist Alexis de Tocqueville:  

“It is odd to watch with what feverish ardor Americans pursue prosperity. Ever tormented by the shadowy suspicion that they may not have chosen the shortest route to get it. They cleave to the things of this world as if assured that they will never die, and yet rush to snatch any that comes within their reach as if they expected to stop living before they had relished them. Death steps in, in the end, and stops them before they have grown tired of this futile pursuit of that complete felicity which always escapes them.”

Cold Cuts

Designed for my doggys at Corpse Corps Boards

Here’s something I made for Anna’s birthday. When trying to figure out a perfect gift, knowing a girl who likes topographic maps is a hell of a lot better than bumbling through a store looking through necklaces and perfume.

Ears up and eyes out for future projects between Anna & I!

The initial separation for a print series of friends sleeping.

Once Hunter dreamt he was a Mountain Dew, a can of Dew flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn’t know he was Hunter. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakable Hunter. But he didn’t know if he was Hunter who had dreamt he was a Mountain Dew, or a Mountain Dew dreaming he was Hunter.

Just look at that trans red pop! Liable to make me weak in the knees if I stare too long.

Stag Beetle

possible starting point for a graphic for my friend’s fledgling board company.