Based upon Silence: A Fable by the immortal Edgar Allen Poe. Made for Collective Mythmaking 3, March 2015 at PG Gallery.
I did this piece of the Ha-Adam for a 2013 show on collective mythmaking at PG Gallery in Evansville. It depicts a variation on the Jewish origin legend where “the Adam” was originally a person composed of a man and woman back to back, which would be split into Adam and Lilith.
This is a recent 2013 work from my last solo show! I named it after Kazuo Umezu’s amazing comic because his story dealt with a machine becoming sentient. For some reason my monstrous floating daisy achieving a sympathetic connection with a huge machine reminded me of reading this comic.
I’ve had a lot of people ask me what my deep meaning is here and propound several theories of their own, very in-depth and well-thought out theories at that. I myself was just portraying a kind of archetype I’ve always had in my head, that of the faceless, menacing crowd closing its ranks against outsiders, free from personal culpability and devoid of compassion and empathy.
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.
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!
nightmare, easter morning by sandpaperdaisy
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
gee tee 001 by sandpaperdaisy