Event Board

This is an event board for a restaurant I work at: the Butcher and the Vegan.  The black is chalk board so you could write down specials or menu items and so forth.

well, the show is tomorrow, I went as far as i could go with the time frame I had.  I have a 7x6 foot wall to display stuff and I think I'll fill it up as much as I can even by putting up some older and unfinished stuff.  It sounds kind of stupid to put up half-finished work.  But I think by showing drawings, and even under paintings people could see the process because I have been breaking things down by looking at other artists process.  I think that way making a painting isn't this random thing you have no control over.

 continuing with underpainting, and adding color to some.

Next, I do a monochromatic underpainting with oil painted thinned with linseed oil. I think this step just lets you worry about the balance of values without having to worry about color.

So I've been playing and experimenting with different ways to approach a painting by looking at other artists blogs.  So I started with a pencil drawing on a wood panel.

Hello to anyone who follows my blog.  I'll be participating in a show on July 17th with RAW artists.  You can buy a ticket for the show here: www.rawartists.org/mikolajblicharski.
I found out I'd be participating in the show about a month before... so I really had to get to work creating some new work.

truth is when action comes from the heart

passion IS suffering

everything comes down to this:
who's in charge? & who has power?
under who's authority have you found freedom?
who's dominance of your rebellious spirit, gives you peace of mind?
is it christ, is it god, is it anarchy?
what did you put your hands up to and end up calling truth?
what idea do you wake up to?
who's beat do you happily march to?
or,
maybe, you're a leader, and want to march to the beat of your own drum,
maybe people put their trust in, and follow you
maybe you're an authority
maybe you make the rules;
and create the the hair styles,  and the patches

will against hopelessness

i built a shack with an old friend

he was someone i could learn from

someone i could become

...

you could say my name

like you knew my name

i could stay here

become someone different

i could stay here

become someone better

it's so hard to go

into the city

cause you want to say hello to everybody

when we were teenagers

we wanted to be the city

...


this place is damp and ghostly
I am already gone
and the halls were lined
with the disembodied
and the dustly wings which fell from flesh
gasplessly 
and i go where the trees go
and i walk
from a higher education
for now
and for hire
it beats me 
but i do not know
i do not know
palaces and storm clouds
and the rough
straggly sage
and the smoke
and the way it will all come together
in quietness and in time
and new laws of property
oh you free economy

never get so attached to a poem
you forget truth that lacks lyricism
an' never draw so close to the heat
that you forget that you must eat
OH

really really listen

strange last few months... i moved and made some new things, too.  A shelf for a friend, a curtain rod/shelf in progress for myself, as well as layering up some old paintings, and thinking in circles.

Future Islands - Give Us the Wind

we set out to find something to hold/when seeking wisdom the answer is the road/give me the pen/give me the sword/ lets sing a song of beauty as before/give us the wind give us the wind/ give us the storm/ thankful for wind/ thankful for rain/ thankful for pain/ to bless me

'what if i were smiling
and running into your arms




would you see then




what i see now '



-chris mccandless

here are some more old things from various sketch books

oh, hello

i dug some old things up out of the past. 

1- the blind executioner; 2- the bread winner; 3- cupid; 4- don't worry, it's good for you; 5- time for something great; 6- public lynching of the thief; 7-cafeteria; 8- clown
all the black and white ones are from 7 or so years ago in college, and the clown one is from the end of highschool.

everything passes

young love passes

the time in the mountain valley when you briefly saw yourself as if from above

is past
its gone

moments become memories, then dreams

then they just become reminders

of things you had and lost and can never be

our highest hope becomes our greatest misery

as the world takes its toll on our heart and mind

and we see who we had to become to just get by