New Land

The ghost of a dying deer gracefully departs to join its cousins in the sky, in a land free from men and roads and lethal machines.

This creepy little piece is a digital collage consisting of two pen and ink drawings, combined and finished on the computer, to fulfill a “ghost” prompt back in late 2012/early 2013.

The title “New Land” refers to destination of the ghostly herd ascending into the night sky.

Fanciest workspace of all time

A couple of months back, I got back into linoleum block printing again after an absence of more than a decade to participate in Hand Prints.  I started with five different designs: Eurydice, Daedalus, Tentacle Raccoon, Bait, and Angel Rex.   They were easy enough to create digitally (my current primary method of making art), but things changed once I faced the task of carving them, inking them, and getting them onto paper.  It was quite the logistic challenge to figure out where in heck to do the printing and what I needed to do to make each piece come out all right.  I took some photos of my workspace during the process.


I’ll post images of the actual carving process next time around!

Sketchin’

partial view of a young man with a bared chest

I haven’t been doing much lately, but I sketched this the other day for a friend.  I don’t use pink very much at all, so I thought “what the hell.”  I’m sure this young man doesn’t like being drawn in pink though.

itchy… ̡̢̡̢̛̛̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎… ̔̕̚̕̚ ҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̿̿̿.re..d! ̡bå̢̡̢̛̛̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎.ll.. ̔̕̚̕ ҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̿̿̿oons… ̡̢̡̢̛̛̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎… ̔̕̚̕̚҉ ̡̢̡̢̛̛̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎… ̔̕̚̕̚҉ ҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̿̿̿… ͡҉҉

pollen is like itchy red balloons in my head.

itchy red balloons by sandpaperdaisy

Foul rag and bone shop cellars

ghost tree 002

This quote from Myra Hindley struck me.  (She ripped off Yeats.)  She tried to justify the Moors Murders as an attempt to explore the foul rag and bone shop cellars of her mind.  I found the phrase (and her appropriation of it) to be suitably disgusting for her.

foul rag and bone shop cellars by sandpaperdaisy

Wretched Excuses

No collages for the past couple of days due to Life Happening.

Apologetically I offer you Betty White (Golden Girls, Lake Placid, etc) in bondage gear.   This is an original work, done for a friend, and since it does not belong anywhere else it shall have its home here in Mute Elation.

"Thank you for nothing, Officer Fuckmeat." --Betty White, Lake Placid
Obey Betty or suffer the consequences.