Logo studies and variations

If ever you find me in a position wherein I appear to be unaware of my surroundings and unaware of the people in my surroundings such that I am an annoyance and causing frustration to those near me, just hit me. Not hard. And not in the face. Maybe just a firm slap on the neck just below my ear followed by a forceful finger pointing. Or perhaps just a forceful finger pointing accompanied by a stern look of reproach. Maybe not a stern look of reproach, but rather a sympathetic look of reproach. Consider a light patting on the back or better yet a kind circular rubbing motion almost massage like. A hug, Just give me a hug. But not too hard.

You haven’t lived until one day you’re walking into the central square of your old colonial town in México and you happen upon two elderly gentlemen crossing your path and by the way who are you to be calling anyone ‘elderly’ anyway with more than a few decades in your wake and more than a few gray hairs in places you can’t talk about in gentle company so you notice these two stately gentlemen appear to be engaged in a lively debate and as you pass them one turns to you and says something in Spanish and gosh dangit when will you finally get serious about learning Spanish have you no memory of incidents such as when you famously ordered four cookies to go at a restaurant and the mesero instead brought you four margaritas in a plastic bag so the other stately gentleman immediately recognizes that of course you do not speak Spanish because you have that look of ‘oh god I’ve got to try and understand what someone is saying in another language and it might as well be in Mandarin ‘cause this won’t end well for anyone involved’ look on your face so the other stately gentleman looks directly into your eyes and isn’t this an even more uncomfortable encounter now and he says “my friend is asking you why he must constantly tolerate such a crazy friend as me” and that catches you off guard a bit and now both stately gentlemen are looking directly into your eyes and you’re looking back and forth between each of them and just as this awkward moment is about to go super nova awkward you exclaim in a voice that is a bit too loud for how close you all are “crazy friends are the best friends” and then after another brief moment of silence both stately gentlemen break out in laughter and you quickly joined in because gosh darnit that was pretty funny. Oh how you laughed.

This one almost got away from me, but when I brought it back, I discovered a new approach – soft contrast and hard lines.

These two share the same color palette and the same desire to violate the canvas.

This recent work represents a variation on the Digital Autopsy series in that I’m allowing the computer components to show through by holding back color, though I feel I applied a bit more color than I intended. The result is a more raw and honest image, more chaotic yet able to stand on its own.

Rotary phone off the street for 80 pesos. Es una ganga.

One of my father’s paintings, probably completed before I was born. He always inspired me… still does.