Drawings/Collages

Drawings are my favorite. My drawing class at SFCC was my dreamland, even though, during the summer semester, it was meat-locker-cold. I’d spend so many hours in the “drawing room,” I did many, many, many MANY MANY more drawings than are shown here. (And many more collages and watercolors, too.) This is just the sampling that I was able to find.

This is my interpretation of the dead armadillo that I hit with my car, went back and picked up off the side of the road, then gave to Kurt, who let it mature in a bucket behind the ceramics studio for seven weeks before sagger-firing it onto a crazy curly-Q pot that he made. The pot was totally sweet.

Here’s Joshua Busick. He’s eating pizza and wearing a cowboy hat.

These are Michele Cape and my boobies! Don’t our boobies look nice together! Lovely! Mine is the booby on the right.

Here’s Brandon Coleman. He’s a CRAZY GUY. This was part of my “Guys in Glasses” series.

Broken glass. This was a series of four. I gave the coolest one to Joshua Busick, I think in exchange for …. A GIANT PAINTING OF MYSELF. It was really, really, really ridiculous and I totally don’t regret it at all… I don’t remember where my giant self is.

More broken glass.

This is a RAT that I made out of a Gideon’s Bible! HAHAHA! BOY, I thought I was funny! I actually have nothing against Christianity as a religion, and I love rats (I have three as pets!).

Here’s Graham Bond. Hangin’ out. Smokin’ cigarettes. Wearin’ a doo-rag.

My beautiful, beautiful, precious angel, Jeremy Jackson. Creator of light and dark, good and evil, in your hands you hold everything and nothing.

The stuff on Bu’s face here is paint. I’m not sure it translated well to the chalk pastel drawing format, but I love the image. It was a well- framed photograph by Laura Hargrave (formerly McNew).

Little Donnie Luper! Always in his shades… You can’t really tell it here, but the detail of the scuffs and lighting and reflection in the sunglasses is PHENOMENAL, if I do say so myself.

Mantis!

Michele Cape and I were good collage buddies. We both made monsters. My monster appears to be mentally challenged, but I think I really salvaged the piece by adding the weird, staged, sexual throttling photo in the lower lefthand corner, don’t you?

An early drawing exercise. These are my brother’s palms.

Ringo Starling! Poor Ringo is no longer with us. :( But his fiery spirit lives on in this collage, now owned by Paul Allen.

Robb. YES. He was really making that face.

Rooster! You know all about my infatuation with Roosters, eh?

This is a salmon. I love the background and his happy face. :D The salmon is in homage to Douglas Adams, whose post-humously published collection of works (and, I think, the forth-coming third entry into the Dirk Gently series) was entitled “The Salmon of Doubt.”

This is a painting of specimen jars in the biology department at SFCC. Dr. LaRoy Brandt would probably tell you, “They probably haven’t moved from this location.” I sold the painting to Dr. Brandt for far, far too little money because I like him a lot, and they were his specimen jars, anyway. :P

Green Ridge, my hometown, is home to very little industry. There is a Casey’s General Store, an auto-detailing shop, a bar/restaurant that changes ownership and name every two years, a post office, a ceramic and bisqueware shop that’s actually a drug front (and everyone knows it), and a giant wooden-spool manufacturing company called SONOCO.

Here are some of their spools.

This piece is entitled To the Cap’n (for Billy) as it was dedicated to Captain Kurt, but given to Billy Welch, in exchange for an acrylic painting of Billy’s rabbit character, Bump. This is what kicked off my broken glass series. (The image illustrated here is broken windshield glass on the rusted roof of a car. The cars in question were part of a trailer stacked four or five cars high with crushed automobiles. It was pretty sweet.)