This is a sketch of the ruined façade of the El Carmen church in Antigua, Guatemala. Antigua was once the capitol city, but it lies in the valley below three volcanoes and has been subject to multiple earthquakes and volcanic mudflows that have required the city to be rebuilt on several occasions.
I apologize for the glare. The paper I drew it on was worn incredibly thin due to months of travel and I didn't want to risk taking it out of the frame where it now resides.
Here's a photo of the church:
An art blog less about process and theory, and more of a portfolio for me to dump my nonsense. Updates M, W, F, or whenever I feel like it.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Raccoon
Raton Laveur
Quelle pauvre bête, car la vie qu'il a choisi,
reste couincé dans les gouttières et les déchets moisis.
Ce bandit, si maudit,
qui doit voler sans un bruit.
Est-ce qu'il a vraiment choisi ce malheur:
de sortir dans les ténèbres et l'absence de chaleur?
A-t-il demandé de vivre
dans sa fourrure sans valeur?
Oui, bien sûr. Car quelle exsitence pourra
lui offrir autant que cette libèrté lui donnera?
Quand il sera connu partout en notoriété,
mais en solitude il vivra.
TRANSLATION:
Raccoon
What a poor beast, for the life he has chosen
remains stuck in the gutters and molding waste.
This bandit, so cursed
Who must steal without a sound.
Did he really choose this misfortune:
to emerge in the darkness and the absence of warmth?
Did he ask to live
in his worthless fur?
Yes, of course. For what existence could
grant him as much as that freedom could give?
When he will be known everywhere in notoriety,
but live in solitude.
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French conjugation can make rhyming really hard >_< This ran through 6 drafts before it started making grammatical sense, but now I'm quite proud of it and it's a ton of fun to read aloud.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
School:
. . . the ideal place to hide from the real world.
Today marks the end of the first week of grad school at the University of Utah. So, to commemorate the occasion with a blend of art and scientific education, here are some of the chalkboard drawings I did for the zoology lab I taught during my M.S.
They're in no particular order


Today marks the end of the first week of grad school at the University of Utah. So, to commemorate the occasion with a blend of art and scientific education, here are some of the chalkboard drawings I did for the zoology lab I taught during my M.S.
They're in no particular order


Wednesday, August 22, 2012
More ants
To anybody seeing these posts that doesn't really know me, I study ants. I find them inspiring marvels of evolutionary innovation and they tend to have an impact on my artistic endeavors, hence many an ant post.
Today - Ant sculptures given to the members of the Ward lab at UCDavis when I volunteered there:

Crematogaster
Eurhopalothrix
As with any sculpture involving many intricate appendages, the creation of these ants involved making all of the legs, stings, mandibles, antennae, and even spatulate hairs ahead of time. These were then all baked so that they would retain their shape when inserted into the main body. The legs in particular had wire running through the middle terminating with an exposed hook to ensure they would stay attached (baked clay doesn't bond very well with unbaked clay). Each head and main body segment had balled up tinfoil as a core to conserve clay and make the sculpture lighter. I do that with pretty much everything.
I also tried to make an Amblyopone almost twice the size of these while in Panama, but the humidity made the clay flaky and the the smaller parts got burnt and brittle especially due to being baked twice.
Today - Ant sculptures given to the members of the Ward lab at UCDavis when I volunteered there:
Click the genus names to see images of the actual ants they're based on.

Eurhopalothrix
As with any sculpture involving many intricate appendages, the creation of these ants involved making all of the legs, stings, mandibles, antennae, and even spatulate hairs ahead of time. These were then all baked so that they would retain their shape when inserted into the main body. The legs in particular had wire running through the middle terminating with an exposed hook to ensure they would stay attached (baked clay doesn't bond very well with unbaked clay). Each head and main body segment had balled up tinfoil as a core to conserve clay and make the sculpture lighter. I do that with pretty much everything.
I also tried to make an Amblyopone almost twice the size of these while in Panama, but the humidity made the clay flaky and the the smaller parts got burnt and brittle especially due to being baked twice.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Music Monday - Take IV
The Old Box Under the Stair:
This is a scrap of a song that I wrote a couple of months ago and had the wonderful opportunity to record with the aid of Keith Bracy, a drummer of outstanding talent. He has a jazz background but plays in a number of southern-metal bands in North Little Rock, and has a penchant for recording, mixing, and producing as well. His curiosity for my concertina led me to laying down tracks of anything I could play and this song ended up emerging in a fashion I'd never played before but really liked the sound of. The working title was "Cock Mongrel" thanks to my friend Jonathan, but I feel like that didn't really suit the mood of it.
I like to imagine something like this playing as someone is exploring an old abandoned house and stumbles across an ancient box with something devastating inside.
I'd like to expand upon it, ideally laying down some drums, and strings/electric guitar where it picks up towards the end.
This is a scrap of a song that I wrote a couple of months ago and had the wonderful opportunity to record with the aid of Keith Bracy, a drummer of outstanding talent. He has a jazz background but plays in a number of southern-metal bands in North Little Rock, and has a penchant for recording, mixing, and producing as well. His curiosity for my concertina led me to laying down tracks of anything I could play and this song ended up emerging in a fashion I'd never played before but really liked the sound of. The working title was "Cock Mongrel" thanks to my friend Jonathan, but I feel like that didn't really suit the mood of it.
I like to imagine something like this playing as someone is exploring an old abandoned house and stumbles across an ancient box with something devastating inside.
I'd like to expand upon it, ideally laying down some drums, and strings/electric guitar where it picks up towards the end.
Friday, August 17, 2012
The Golden Snitch
Behold!
I made this snitch in 2007 as a gift for a friend before you could just buy one at the store. I placed it in a box that I covered in paper and ink to make it look a tad more regal. On one side there are swirling engravings and on the other side is a very poorly translated inscription reading "We'll lead as two kings" in Latin, although it more than likely says something like "Us reigning as how king twins."
The snitch was made with oven bake clay packed around a wooden core, and metallic origami paper over jeweler's wire for the wings. I carved a small compartment inside the wooden core to house secret messages, jewels, drugs, teeth, monkey tears, demon souls, etc. The etchings in the surface were made after a pre-bake (a half cook time to stiffen the clay without fully setting it) in order to avoid warping on the surface. Pre-bakes are great if you ever need to carve a design into a sculpture or you want to make straight cuts that will hold their shape, particularly if you're going for a hewn stone look. The swirling lines and the inscription we stained with a brown ink wash: coating the piece in watered-down ink/paint that seeps into recesses and then wiping off the excess on the surface.
It doesn't fly, but it looks pretty sweet.
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