sketching out and beginning a skull mount.
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sketching it out, deciding what materials to include.
laying out the structure
a few pictures of the process.
the workspace
Just a few shots of my processing area for skulls and bones and such.
I’ll be hanging more of my art tomorrow, (landscapes this time, and canvasses) at Jameson’s … they will be up all month!
My skull mounts are still on display at the Oak St Speakeasy until the end of March, and my colored pencil art is hanging at the Museum of Unfine Art until then too. I’m all over Eugene this month!
spider rat two.
Here is a second one.
I will be building one more of these. This one has caught a meal.
This one is also for sale at this link…click away, please!
rat spider…(redacted reference to the movie, dead alive)
What I finished today. I also started a huge full-sheet landscape, but that won’t be done for a while yet.
I’ll be building three of these creepy little monsters- this one, another for a friend as a commission, and then a slightly larger rat-size one. This one is made of a full mouse skull, rat jaws, bird and mouse and rat bones, possum vertebrae, bone glue, and oil pigment.
It’s on a tiny coffin lid, and hangs on the wall, for all your horrorfully-decorated rooms. I think he would do best in a library, in a genetics lab, or in a tattoo and horror fanatic’s studio or office. But what do I know? It might be that he is happiest in your nightmares.
This one is for sale, the second has already sold.
banned on etsy: her roses
human arm bone articulation. banned on etsy!
Apparently, despite many other listings of legal human bones, THIS one is unwelcome on etsy.
Their explanation? “Despite the fact that it is legal in your locale, etsy considers it to fall under the “illegal animal parts” clause of the TOS.”
In other words, the law is what etsy says it is.
Update: etsy has now included human parts as forbidden items, along with any thing that has “health claims”.
ok, ok. The story of Ed Kemper (with his mother).
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Ed Kemper was a large man. He spent most of his life in very small spaces.
He was, unlike many killers, more than willing to openly discuss both his crimes and his feelings about them. Unlike most, he did not pretend to innocence or argue his liability. He also spoke freely about the urges he felt, and their origins.
“When I see a pretty girl walking down the street, I think two things: one part of me wants to take her home, be real nice and treat her right; the other part wonders what her head would look like on a stick.”
He was fifteen when he killed his grandparents. He said that he had killed his grandmother “to see what it felt like”; also, he was angry at them because they had taken away his rifle. Most killers will try to justify a crime, by giving reasons they think anyone might have done it. Kemper quite openly admitted that curiosity about killing, and simple anger, were his main reasons for the killing. He then killed his grandfather, as well, most likely to prevent retribution or further punishment. It was also a way for him to leave the living situation, as he disliked living with them.
“…my grandmother who thought she had more balls than any man and was constantly emasculating me and my grandfather to prove it. I couldn’t please her. It was like being in jail. I became a walking time bomb and I finally blew. “
He was imprisoned for these killings until he was 21. During his confinement, he was diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic and tested with a fairly high IQ. He was an intelligent person- but his mind was a bit broken. Whether the diagnosis of PS was accurate or not (diagnostics at that time did not recognize sociopathy or ASPD as proper diagnoses) could be questioned. (He is currently being treated for paranoid schizophrenia.)
He went to live with his mother when he was released.
This was probably a bad idea.
yay!
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one of my most adorable clients is sitting half across the room in front of me, listening to the band. “tonight’s about Anji Marth, that’s her decadent decay on the walls! it gives me a hardon, does it give you one?!” the singer on stage yells.
my cute, perky, completely normal client turns around beaming, and in the silent pause shouts in a wee, happy voice- “I LOVE TO FUCK DEAD PEOPLE!”
at an earlier moment in the evening, a jolly young man with absolutely no warning fell flat from his chair onto his back, cracking his head flatly, and lying completely unresponsive in the center of the table area. “is he dead?” someone asked. people gathered around, cradling his head, talking at him. someone has died at my art opening! visions of infamy danced wildly before my eyes until he arose, bleary. he was led to a safer chair and left with friends shortly afterward, crushing my daydreams.
I had a conversation with electro hippies in fluorescent green fur hats about craft fairs, moderation in party times, and mentoring the young in a scene. I spoke with a woman who has done the Saturday market for 34 years running and who enjoyed the contrast between my work and the landscape artist next door. I also spoke intently to a man with a fear of spiders, a man who was in love with “galore” (the boar head mount) and a woman who was fascinated and repelled but wanted to know all about bone processing.
I had a great night. I also saw some old friends long missing from my real life, spent a bit of time with a good old friend I miss every day. and of course, enjoyed the gentlemanly presence and aplomb of Hawkins.
all in all, except for my crankiness from fatigue, an excellent night.
my work will be on display all month at the speakeasy. I’ll be back there on the 9th to bring a few more prints and listen to the excellent Mendozza … thanks everyone who helped make tonight happen and everyone who came out to support or buy my work.
ready for the art show!
Labels ready, statement ready, credit card machine set up, everything is set…
and I am still nervous.
I always am, I’ve been doing shows for over a decade and I get nervous as hell every time.
Wish me luck folks.
Oh yeah, side note: here’s my facebook art fan page, if you’d rather “like” than “add”.
I don’t bite, drop me a line! Or come on out to the show. I love seeing internet people in real life.
a few more things for the speakeasy art show…
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just one more of the works I’m finishing up for it! Starting to get nervous and excited. the pre-show butterflies are starting up. will people like the stuff? will I sell anything? will I get too drunk to know?
and how on earth will I manage to explain my damn self, let alone my artwork, to a room full of people?
hopefully the music is loud. See you there.
