Mmmmm…

I bought Dare’s Whippets yesterday.  Holy schmolly.  This connoisseur of fine cookies highly recommends them.  Picture the perfect union between marshmallow, cookie, jam and chocolate – then rush to your nearby specialty food market. 

I enjoyed my whippet with coffee last night.  Grandma and Papa gave me a  Cooks Coffee To Go Coffee Maker for Christmas.  I’ve spent the last two days trying to figure out how to use it.  I think I’ve mastered which mug gets filtered first and how to use the filters – now it’s just the small issue of how to brew decent coffee.  The instructions call for Yankee strength coffee so the trial run came out tasting like flavored water. 

Published in: on December 27, 2007 at 3:39 PM Leave a Comment

To Recap:

Christmas rawked.  Jon gave me Babo the uglydoll and I just about lost my mind. 

 I always, ALWAYS have post-Christmas blues.  I am a person with separation anxiety to begin with (maybe if my mother hadn’t “leashed” me as a child) and on Christmas it’s exponentially worse.  All of the bonding and cheer confuses me so that I get all weird about leaving the family home.  Thank god for the comfort of Rats. 

Mom gave me the unabridged audiobook “The Secret” and I am listening to it at work and trying to buy this positive thinking thing long enough to battle the post-Christmas funk.  So far I simply find the narrator’s voice soothing.

 What else? Oh!  I read a total crap entertainment book this weekend.  It was about a top secret military experiment gone all wrong.  It involved shamans, invisibility and the Everglades.  Totally awesome. 

Published in: on December 26, 2007 at 7:34 PM Leave a Comment

I’ll help you Schmap.

How neat is this:  the next time you feel like visiting Denver, head over to Schmap.com.  The good folks at Schmap selected three of my very amateur photos to appear in the new Denver Guide.  Check it out.  The photos are of The Delectable Egg and Confluence Park.

Published in: on December 17, 2007 at 7:13 PM Comments (1)

Production

I get inspiration from everywhere but the places I seem to study the most are people in restaurants and since I eat out every night I find my self looking… no, staring, yea, I freaking will stare at someone and take in all the little mannerisms they do and put them in my drawings. This one was a woman eating with her friend and she was defiantly telling her something secretive and so damn seductive it was killing me, she caught me more that once staring and I think it was freaking her out.. ha, I felt like telling her “hey, I’m not a stalker I’m a artist” then I remembered most artists are stalkers.

                                                               -Todd White

I like this quote even though or maybe because I think that Mr. White is a shitty painter and an even shittier artist.   I was listening to his radio interview on NPR yesterday and he was blathering on and on about “having arrived” and the “importance of production.”  People who speak this way about their art strike me as entrepreneurs trying to maximize on an idea for a buck.  Don’t get me wrong, I’d rather see folks paint for money that drill in Alaska, but for god’s sake, there needs to be some internal admission:  I am 1) a business person and 2) an artist. 

 Maybe I’m an an asshole.  Maybe I’m looking to slam those super-producing freaks that I will never be.  Well,  I definitely am.  But here is my thing -

Todd White unitentionally hits the nail on the head with this quote.  Shitty artists LOOK for inspiration.  They oogle.  They stare.  Somewhere in their art is reflected that dull, stupid, uninspired searching.  Did Van Gogh search for inspiration in country scenes?  Even without having a seance, I feel pretty confident that the answer is no.  He just WAS inspired.  He didn’t have to look – he didn’t search it out.  He  wasn’t a toolbox. 

Published in: on December 6, 2007 at 4:49 PM Leave a Comment