samedi 24 février 2007

communication


the name of my muse is insomnia.

yesterday, a friend of mine was supposed to pick me up home so I had a few drinks waiting for him. when he got here, he admitted he was too high to drive, so i drove his car. the movies were pretty bad and he waited the end of the session at the bar having a few more beers. by the time we got to the restaurant I had the hardest time figuring how to open the door, then I dropped my chair on some snotty guy eating at the next table.
interresting evening, I wonder if my friend made it home alive.
have a nice week end.

dimanche 18 février 2007

05- gravity


sorry for the delay, i spent the week end in paris, visiting the mesopotamian/assyrian collections at the Louvre museum (remember the davinci code?) http://www.louvre.fr

I met some really good friend there who didn't give any credit to some poor poor joke from some poor poor person (you know who you are, b*tch)


ABOUT GRAVITY:

there was something romantic and gloomy to do about gravity as in "solemnity" and the transcendance of gravity as a physic force nailing us on the ground... then I've been thinking about gravity and the way it interferes with my life in some ways. and you know what ? gravity is fun.

riding a bike wouldn't be fun without gravity. riding a sport bike is using gravity for the force and fun it can bring. it's using gravity agains't itself. It's stealing the physic forces of the universe for your own fun. gravity also sculpts our bodies and makes then have a weight, tension, force, and give function a form. in this sens, gravity is a source of endless beauty and poetry at the edge of a constant catastrophy. gravity, by the way our bodies interact and fights against it is a source of aerial grace. in bikes as it is in boobies.


all that once stood aerial and confident in its own streghts will some day fall and crash on the floor. enjoy it while it last. this is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.


one thing I noticed in Paris, is they have a lot more bikes than we do, mostly mid sized engine roadsters with rider and passenger. and a lot of girls too.


I'm still obsessed with bikes and girls, and anyway, this is my world. Only I can decide. and I decided it's better than being obsessed with colanders and sleepers, or brocolis and spatulas or whatever.


have a nice day.
OH, btw, riding in tank top is bad. our character here just sliped her helmet on to move the bike a few feet away while eating lunch at a table outside. (seafruit pastas)

vendredi 16 février 2007

gravity - temp


sorry. no time to work on the full illustration tonight as I'm going away for a couple of days. I'll have to finish this one some other time, and find some lousy excuse for the motive.


men will again state that I'm only obsessed with girls and motorcycles, but ... mmh. it's that... the.. hmmm... herr...

sorry, what was the question?

eh. then what. what if I am? is that more reprehensible than being obsessed with handguns and hunting knives? kangurus and high heels? soja milk and polka music?


see you in a couole of days

vendredi 9 février 2007

CRASH


**CRASH**
this is no D*sney land. You want snow white, you go somewhere else.

excerpt from "crash", a novel by J.G. ballard:
"The crushed body of the sportscar had turned her into a being of free and perverse sexuality, releasing within its dying chromium and leaking engine-parts, all the deviant posibilities of her sex."

music by LA MUERTE -"l'essence des chocs"
http://www.myspace.com/la__muerte

I first begun to work on some very very boring image with lots of vectors, then just started scratching the godamn wacom like a disturbed kid. strange textures in the end.
Beginning to get somewhere with this thing. It would have been a hundred times easier with a pen a few watercolors tho. still express how I feel just tonight "comme un suicidé à qui la vie revient par ces blessures mêmes qui lui furent fatales"

have a nice week-end

samedi 3 février 2007

illustration friday - srpout


**sprout**
Of course, I take this subject for a personnal attack

for those of you from around the world or with a culture deficiency, this sculpture is one of the symbols of Brussels (where I live)
have a nice week-end.