Thirteen

Polyethylene relief.  Edition of three.

First in Flight

Woodcut (plywood) and polyethylene relief. Edition of three.

Douchebag

I'll present these chronologically as they came off the press. This first one is a relief print/monoprint on plexiglass and polyethlene. There are seven in the edition, one of them is spoken for (Goathead took it off my hands). Enjoy!

Mighty Tieton

A while back my lovely wife, Lindsey, and I were invited to participate in a 2-month-long residency at Goathead Press over at Mighty Tieton. Mighty Tieton is an unlikely collective of sorts, a community really, comprised of a variety of creative types living in and amongst a book bindery, letterpress studio, print shop, cidery, warehousing, rental cabins and several artist studios. We were the inaugural artists in residence (WOOT!) which basically meant that we got to hang out in the print shop and make art all day. It is my understanding that there has since been several artists slated for other residencies in the coming months. It's nice seeing something like this take off in such a good direction so soon after we concluded residency.

The following several posts will be showcasing the product of my time out at Goathead Press. There is an exhibit in the near future if you have any interest in seeing some of this stuff in real life. Call me for time and location. If you don't have my number then I probably don't want you there. I appreciate your interest all the same.

How Berg Runs Hoops

A couple of my good friends were in town this last weekend on account of various sibling high school graduations. On Saturday evening, I ended up in Ryan Berg's olde backyard for a game of croquet. Now, if I thought about it long enough I could probably count the number of times I've played on one hand. I am by no means seasoned. So, needless to say, I got worked. Even so, I can't remember the last time croquet was so much fun. In the past whenever I thought of croquet I pictured pasty women in poofy dresses with bonnets toting tea cups and giggling about arranged marriages. Saturday's match has altered my perception drastically. It is a deceptively engaging game full of sabotage, intrigue, suspense, and poison death matches. I would highly recommend that anybody who reads this immediately contact their friends, go outside, set up some hoops, and pick up a mallet.

Now, moving one step beyond. I guess this would be more like polo hypothetically. This would be pretty fun too.

Big Man

Be afraid. Oh yes, be afraid...because this person actually exists. I've seen the guy. Without a doubt the largest dude I've ever seen. I embellish only slightly with the tattoos and the smoking. His tattoos were more of the tribal persuasion. As for the smoking, I cannot attest to whether or not he is a smoker. I didn't see him light up, but I can totally picture him putting one out in some dude's face. What's more, when I saw him he was yelling at cops outside of my bank. I stopped to spectate for a quick second before being directed to carry on about my business. I don't imagine that any amount of tasing, macing, clubbing, or low-grade bull-moose tranquillizer could do much to sedate this apparent menace, so in a way I'm glad I didn't stick around....such a big dude.

work

These are the people I work with. The funny thing is that I've actually seen her using a similar contraption. I wonder how one acquires something like that.