coeur de march

did a fast collage on my lunch break, using some magazines that didn't sell.


tomorrow i'll use my lunch to do some interpretive dancing in the galleries.
there is a difference between a li'l boogie on the sales floor and a semi-spontaneous spaz-out amongst priceless(?) works of art.
the attendants jump on you if you even pull out a pen, (pencils are okay) and i'm versed in museum ettiquette. no crawling across the floor, no roller skates, no singing.


there used to be this great summer event, on the summer solstice.
the museum was open for 24 hours, with bands, djs, and a silent dance party.
because some people got rowdy back in 2002, the event was canceled.
this is also sort of what went wrong with the annual redmoon hallowe'en parade in logan square.
maybe not so much what prevented looptopia from continuing.


small gallery openings don't do much for me, but i miss the big art spectacles.
they had more in the way of crowd participation.
pushed their agenda.

proof.

like a lady

http://crowthepainter.tumblr.com/

h&m shorts set, velvet d'orsay heels by cole haan, hella fake chanel bag,
vintage kidskin gloves, vintage rhinestone brooches

noah came home while we were drawing and whipped out his instamax and some new kola filters

aquanet

http://crowthepainter.tumblr.com/

lanvin x h&m, bcbg wool and patent heels

whopper

you don't understand how this makes me feel.

serious cognitive dissonance.

i basically want to bite her eye.

90s redux

balenciaga skirt, miu miu peep-toes, h&m bralette

http://crowthepainter.tumblr.com/

punishment and reward

tomorrow shua and i will be getting together for a live drawing/styling session. the way it's been in the past is i would just grab whatever beckoned from the hanger, but this time i want more of a direction. there should be interesting poses and a little bit of narrative, as was the case with that photoshoot i did in michigan.


if i had the cash, one thing i would have blown it on was the fraulein book by ellen von unwerth. anyone who has ever looked at a fashion magazine -- or Rolling Stone even -- has seen her work. it's high-contrast, saturated cheesecake. adult women playing coquettes and masquerading like

eloise.

since i don't have the lighting, makeup expertise, or camera technique, my expectations can be low. i can focus on outfits, because that's the point, more or less. hot-curling my hair will be my one concession to a truly pin-up look. (i wish i had a team for glossy marcelled waves and greasy coal eyelids, but i am not a real model or a stylist, so.)

based on the way shua and i work/edit in post-production, the results will be staggered, but maybe after they are all done, i can put together a little triptych.

here, more EVW. i know that's what you really want.

en passant

knocked out this portrait early in the a.m.
didn't sign it, i just realized.
putting shit on the internet feels weird, since people can just grab whatever images.
i mean, fine, there's no money to be made by it.
money has never been my motive.
which is sort of how i know i'm really privileged.


so, just another amateur painting of someone i don't talk to.
sometimes that is what remote viewer project is about.
a kind of meditation on things i can't grasp or see.


some quotes that crossed my mind while working:


“how do i know what i think until i see what i say?” -- e.m. forster. 


and


"to draw lips, the pencil has to kiss the paper." -- shua (my own friend said that? that shit is wise!)


to break it down, what i mean is there is a heavy concentration on the subject and an exploration of my own emotion. anything i paint or draw or write about or film is in some sense a self-portrait of my interior situation. sometimes my interior is really disappointing. sometimes the impulse is really good but the skills to execute it aren't there. there is serious envy when it comes to contemporary image-makers like james jean or christopher doyle. their grace and balance and conviction and scope of vision. i'm also envious of anyone that has oil paints and knows know to use them. (except i don't really care if you went to art school and learned how to technically paint -- that isn't as interesting to me, since i'm happy to meander along on my own. i don't feel like going to school for poetry improved my understanding of words/diction or ability to interpret.)