are you painting too? I haven't done squat since I've been here (only one little water color). Can you inspire me or something? Maybe kick my but with some of that creativity of yours?
I've been making labyrinths mostly, 18" x 24", the Nauitlus, and now I'm working on the Brain. You start walking in through the brain stem and end up in the cerebellum at the end. I've been building stretchers, getting prepared for my drawing show on the 2nd of december. When do you paint with a schedule like that? ugh.
Did I ever mention my history with mazes? In highschool, I was more maze maker than artist (unless they're the same, hehe) and used to pay people to test them for me. I eventually made mazes so complex, no one could solve them. It was pretty fun, maybe I will revisit it one day. I still remember lots of maze technology, and how to make real stumpers.
On another note, Andrew went off for his final black belt testing, and Captain goldstar video preview, leaving me to fend for myself. Feeling sort of adventurous, I downed a pitcher of "Hite" beer, and headed out on the town solo-style. Not 10 minutes after leaving the pad, some dude on the street (45 yo) asked me to join him and his brother to a drink. Against my better judgement I agreed. We went to the 5th floor of some place called "Dunhill". Off the hop, I realized this may not be the best example of my decision making skills. Dude named "Pion Bion Kook" only spoke a tiny bit of broken english, and ordered a 250$ bottle of scotch. Some attractive young ladies joined us in the private room to pour the drinks. Yup, I was in trouble, I knew it. After somewhat forcefully pouring me several glasses (which went down real smooth) he handed the young lady next to me a stack of bills, and pointed at me saying "yada yada yada, attractive boy". At this point I'm getting a wee bit nervous, being somewhat convinced he just bought me a prostitute, which I was going to refuse. Then he looks at me all serious and nods saying "group sex"? I politely declined, finished up my scotch and headed to the PC room, where I am now. Crazy funny scary. Anyhow, they were pudgy little dudes, so I figured if worst came to worst I could escape. No harm done, and I got to taste expensive booze, hehe. I think next time I will be more carefull. Now if I can make it home, and get some food on the way somewhere, I'm set.
mac, what happened to your red and black painting? the one with the ring of fire in spraypaint. roberts and i were commenting on the brillance of it the other day.
Culornuts, good to here that your building strechers. witer is coming and you don't wanna be cutting wood off your fire escape in 20 below. dan you don't have the problem any more.
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Knackerson, you're getting crazy creative!
Like you've never heard that before.
:)
(blushing)
I get called a 'wildcard' by the detractors. Some people call me the space cowboy. Some call me the gangster of love.
Some people call me Maurice...
Hey Maurice,
are you painting too? I haven't done squat since I've been here (only one little water color). Can you inspire me or something? Maybe kick my but with some of that creativity of yours?
I've been making labyrinths mostly, 18" x 24", the Nauitlus, and now I'm working on the Brain. You start walking in through the brain stem and end up in the cerebellum at the end.
I've been building stretchers, getting prepared for my drawing show on the 2nd of december.
When do you paint with a schedule like that? ugh.
Ok,
Did I ever mention my history with mazes? In highschool, I was more maze maker than artist (unless they're the same, hehe) and used to pay people to test them for me. I eventually made mazes so complex, no one could solve them. It was pretty fun, maybe I will revisit it one day. I still remember lots of maze technology, and how to make real stumpers.
On another note,
Andrew went off for his final black belt testing, and Captain goldstar video preview, leaving me to fend for myself. Feeling sort of adventurous, I downed a pitcher of "Hite" beer, and headed out on the town solo-style. Not 10 minutes after leaving the pad, some dude on the street (45 yo) asked me to join him and his brother to a drink. Against my better judgement I agreed. We went to the 5th floor of some place called "Dunhill".
Off the hop, I realized this may not be the best example of my decision making skills. Dude named "Pion Bion Kook" only spoke a tiny bit of broken english, and ordered a 250$ bottle of scotch. Some attractive young ladies joined us in the private room to pour the drinks. Yup, I was in trouble, I knew it. After somewhat forcefully pouring me several glasses (which went down real smooth) he handed the young lady next to me a stack of bills, and pointed at me saying "yada yada yada, attractive boy". At this point I'm getting a wee bit nervous, being somewhat convinced he just bought me a prostitute, which I was going to refuse. Then he looks at me all serious and nods saying "group sex"? I politely declined, finished up my scotch and headed to the PC room, where I am now. Crazy funny scary. Anyhow, they were pudgy little dudes, so I figured if worst came to worst I could escape. No harm done, and I got to taste expensive booze, hehe. I think next time I will be more carefull. Now if I can make it home, and get some food on the way somewhere, I'm set.
life versus art
who won?
mac,
what happened to your red and black painting? the one with the ring of fire in spraypaint. roberts and i were commenting on the brillance of it the other day.
Culornuts,
good to here that your building strechers. witer is coming and you don't wanna be cutting wood off your fire escape in 20 below.
dan you don't have the problem any more.
Andrew,
congrants on being alble to kicking ass
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