Overambitious Art Project 2.0 #2

Here’s the way it works: I take a picture of something. I give myself an hour to draw it. No overtime, and I have to post the results no matter how I feel. Rinse. Repeat.

Here’s take two:

My last apartment was shitty. Really shitty. For some inexplicable reason, it had these two huge eagles on the front of the building. At least six times a week I would see someone passing by stop to wonder why such a terrible building had these eagles. I never knew.

Here’s what I had at the 45 minute mark:

60 minutes in, after the break:

Overambitious Art Project 2.0 #1

Since wrapping up my first overambitious art project a couple of months ago, I’ve been taking a break from art stuff and dying inside because of it. I’m super obsessive when it comes to this stuff, and it ends up being very time consuming (i.e. my desk took hundreds of hours). So, I decided to try something out of my comfort zone.

As a result, I am rolling out the first installment of my second art project. Here’s the way it works: I take a picture of something. I give myself an hour to draw it. No overtime, and I have to post the results no matter how I feel. Rinse. Repeat. I was going to call it “Drawn in 60 Minutes” (get it?) but I am still debating. In the meantime, here’s take one:

I feel very, very out of practice.

Clickety Clack #7/Complaints and Haikus #11

I fucking hate moving.

And no I’m not talking about the complex set of neuron firings, muscle reactions, and laws of physics that are required every time I make any sort of motion. (Although there are some mornings that I feel this way. I have a very serious coffee addiction.)

I am talking about the process of put-everything-you-own-in-boxes-consider-what-you-have-accomplished-since-the-last-time-you-did-this. I’ve done this every year for the last 7 years, and it’s always been in August. (Not to get off track, but August is the worst month. Hot. No holidays.)

Moving isn’t one terrible thing. It’s three. There’s the week of packing beforehand, as you continue to live in a place as it goes to shambles. Then there’s the nightmare of coordinating and carrying that is moving itself. And of course, you are exhausted, sweaty, and angry, and you can’t nap because your bed is underneath everything you own in the world, which brings you to phrase 3: unpacking.

In case you’re wondering, it is a lot easier to get a printer into a metal waste basket then it is to get it out. That shit was like Excalibur.

Naturally, it’s only when I’m moving out of a place that I realize I have absolutely no photographic proof that I ever lived there.

My life in shambles 2008:

My life in shambles 2009:

Ugh. The number of things these pictures have in common is going to give me nightmares.

some things,
Never Change

Thought for Food #2

The second in a series in which I continue to chronicle my favorite sandwiches.

The Green Monster Burger – The Real Deal, Jamaica Plain, MA

Some might argue that a hamburger cannot be a sandwich. I argue that a hamburger might be the best kind of sandwich. Try to approach life with an open mind.

Anyways, the deliciousness of this burger speaks for itself. Avocado. Cheddar. Bacon. Any one of these things is a worthwhile eating experience. When you combine them all and add a burger underneath, you start to complete my life.

avoiding,
Puns

Clickety Clack #6

Long ago (8/12/09), right after my last final, I headed to Hampton Beach. (I hinted at this turn of events here.) I’ve totally embraced the kitschy nature of it all, and don’t mind spending my time playing laser tag and indoor mini golf. Of course, I was having so much fun (read as: being over competitive in beach football and sleeping) that I totally forgot to chronicle my enjoyment. However, I did manage to take one picture:

I have such questionable maturity.

catching,
Up

B-List Celebrity #5

Mark Walberg.

Slow down dedicated Marky Mark fans, I am not speaking of your beloved actor, rapper, producer Mark Wahlberg. I would never dare call him a B list celebrity.  Put away your torches, you funky bunch.

No friends, I am speaking (writing?) of Mark Walberg, the prolific gameshow host. Since I have spent most of my week off watching Temptation Island (a Fox reality show, circa 2001) courtesy of Hulu, my mind has wandered to wonder where the “other” Mark Wal[h]berg has been. Well, he has apparently been spending his time hosting a new Fox reality show, Moment of Truth.  It’s nice to know that there is someone besides me that has changed so little in the last 8 years. Stay strong Mark L. Walberg.

the,
Happening

Clickety Clack #5

Ever wonder what an abandoned toy factory in the middle of the woods looks like? As promised, now you know.

almost,
Home

Clickety Clack #4

My sister recently moved and there is a river and old dam behind her house. I finally got a chance to venture back there with a camera.

On the other side of the river is an old abandoned toy factory. Yes, it is as creepy as one could ever hope. I’m saving those pictures for the next post. Here’s a teaser:

Overambitious Art Project #12

Hello again, loyal readers. I realize my three week absence has been inexcusable and may have been somewhat traumatic for some of you. Rest assured that my life has been infinitely more traumatic over the last three weeks. After a marathon of finals, beach, home, heat, and packing, I am back to blogging full time. Expect consistency dear readers.

As I wrapped up 12 consecutive months of class, I also managed to finally complete my desk project. I think it’s really come a long way since this.

left side:

right side:

some detail examples:

and finally…

an overview of the whole, after 4 coats of varnish:

finally,
Vacated

Sixteen Albums #9

First post.

For the ninth post, click below.