debossed linoleum block print

edition of 17, approx. 6" x 6" printed on chipboard

new work

here are some drawings from the last couple of months, done on this beautiful (yet brittle) vintage scrapbook paper.

shrinking

from senior drawing class - based on the theme of shrinking {black background to show cropped shape}.

neighborhood #1 {tunnels}

this is a reinterpretation project from mark todd and esther watson's illustration for publishing class. for this project, i took an existing song {"neighborhood #1 {tunnels}" by the arcade fire} and reinterpreted it visually while attempting to not make it literal. i tried to push it as far as i could without retaining a sort of general/cliché arcade fire "look" in order to complete the whole reinterpreted package.

friday workshop

i thought i'd change things up a little by working with colored pens rather than my traditional pencils at salvati's workshop today.

john muir

for a tds class zine. {who is john muir?}

It's opening day!

Let's go Cubbies!



In unrelated news, my website has been finished!

"deep red bells"

interpretation - comp 2

here's the second comp from the assignment described in my previous post. i'll be combining a few elements from the first comp with this comp to create the final piece. (5 1/2" x 9")

interpretation

assignment: interpret lyrics from any song and create an image based on them. i will be posting comps as i finish them. this particular one is for neko case's "deep red bells."



who you led you to this hiding place?
whose lightning threads spun silver tongues
red bells beckon you to ride
a hand print on the driver's side
it looks a lot like engine oil
and tastes like being poor and small
and popsicles in summer

deep red bells
deep as i've been done

it always has to come to this
the red bells ring this tragic hour
we've lost sight of the overpass
the daylight won't remember that
the speckled fawns grazed 'round your bones
who took the time to fold your clothes
and shook the valley of the shadow

deep red bells
deep as i've been done

well, does this mean the world cast its cold eye?
who's left to suffer long about you?
does your soul cast about like an old paper bag
past empty lots and early graves?
but those like you who lost their way
murdered on the interstate
while the red bells rang like thunder

oh, deep red bells
deep as i've been done...