farm lyfe

2013

A sede de clube. 2013

 (Front view)

 (looking through the front door)

 (Inside view)

 (Back view)

 (looking through the skylight.)

Books of Looks and shtuffs.

Here are some sneak peeks at the finished Books of Look I have recently completed.

From Zaftig Zen's Modis Operandi:

(and obviously Life magazine.)

These following images are from a project, I had to create a children's book explaining evolution and how whales evolved. This is the cover and a couple of pages.

A dream featuring inter-dimensional travel, action, death and Monty Python

Jen and I went to see Terry Jones speak (about who knows what) in a podium-type set-up. He had a 4 year old son who kept writing messages to Jen on a piece of paper. They were all really innocent cute “I love you” messages that were all very adorable. He was very articulate for a four year old and I had jokingly wrote on a piece of paper “She's taken”. Apparently Terry Jones was not amused by this (Why hadn't I just humored his son?) and dismissed me as an idiot. He thought Jen was cute though, and thought it was wonderful that she had humored his son with winks and smiles and gave her a very personalized (paragraph-long) autograph. I felt jealous and sad and a bit miffed about what an asshole Mr. Jones was being and I sat down. Turns out I was sitting next to Eric Idle and Graham Chapman. I thought it was really strange to be sitting next to Graham Chapman as hes been dead for over two decades. When this realization came he disappeared and Jen sat down in his seat.

Mr. Idle saw that I was upset and offered to drive Jen and I home. We agreed, and next thing we know we are riding in the back of his car (taxi-cab style) listening to him talk to us about Monty Python and the Universe. Out of nowhere the car turns into an airplane and I hear we are going to New York. It was night time and around Christmas time and I remember being very excited because I had never seen all the beautiful Christmas lights in New York City from the air. The intercom came on and it was Eric Idle telling us that he has to make a strange loop-de-loop in order to get into the NYC airport and that we should “Hang on”.

Next thing I know we are in another dimension. We're trying to find out where we are/what we are doing here and everything sort of resembles in a strange, but less scary way, of the Bioshock game world. All of a sudden a group of four inter-dimensional thugs show up and tell us that we shouldn't be here and that we should run before they kill us. So we run, but whe have no idea where to run to or anything so we end up outside in the back alley way next to a fence and a big pile of dead leaves. We hide under the pile of leaves being very quiet and still.

I hear them come out of the building grumbling and yelling about where we went to. One of them suggested getting into their car and going to find us so they all pile in and start driving. I don't know how this next scene happened but I remember suddenly floating alongside the drivers side of the car and with my mind creating a weapon that would go through the windshield and metal without damaging the car, but to kill them instantly. With three swipes I successfully killed them all and made them disappear.

I hurried Jen in the car, and someone else who was now with us and had appeared out of nowhere. I remembered I didn't know how to drive these inter-dimensional cars, but said “What the fuck” and suddenly knew how. We drove for a bit before I decided to ditch the car incase anyone came looking for us. It was then that I realized that we had lost our shoes in the dimensional travel and we had to find some quick without causing a scene. The third person suggested we kill someone and steal their shoes, but I decided it would be best to steal without killing any more. Jen was still not totally accepting of this idea, but she went along with it because her toes were starting to get cold. So we went into a community pool and were scoping out shoes. We could tell people had stolen shoes there before because some swimmers had their shoes tied to the fence next to where they were swimming.

I was about to take a pair of dirty sneakers and then Jen disappeared and I woke up.

Recently

This Ugly Thing

I've been working on this sculpture for a few weeks now off and on (I suppose it only took me about 5-6 hours total working on it but my attention only lasted with it for so long.) I think it's at a good stopping point. 

Jim suggested I place it on top of my older sculpture's shoulder (see below) so we will see what will happen with that. 

I think it would be a wonderful life not to have to do anything but make giant creepy anthropomorphic sculptures out of casts of my own body. This would be awesome and I could make my neighbors feel oh so uncomfortable if I display them out in the yard. 

I WENT TO A BIG ZOO THIS WEEKEND!!! AND I TOOK SOME PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT LULZ.

It was great because those of you who know the real me know I have always loved zoos and even spent my childhood summers doing book reports on "Zoobooks" FOR FUN. Yes, I had friends, so that's not really the issue. 

Unfortunately, I was very disappointed that one of the best zoos in the country had absolutely no Lemur troop. Again, those of you who know me know that Lemurs are what I dream about at night. So much so that if my art and archaeological conservation career doesn't pan out I'll probably head down the line as a primatologist. 

Anywhoo, my disappointment was quickly muffled when I saw they had Bonobos. I like to think of Bonobos as the chimpanzees', smarter, kinder, and prettier cousin. These guys share over 98% of our DNA AND they have the capability (if worked with extensively) to use a lexigram to communicate AND EVEN LEARN TO MAKE FIRE.  Plus they're too busy having sex and loving each other to attack and kill. (well, unless you're a smaller species of primate.) Which means I don't know if there has been a real problem with these guys ever attacking a trainer or zoo keeper- unless they're abused, because these guys can rip your arms off if they wanted too.

ANYWAY I DIGRESS,

Here are the photos:

This was a mama Bonobo. She recently had her third baby about a week ago and is sheilding her newborn from the eyes of onlookers. She has lost a lot of hair which can mean anything from stress to natural disease. I don't really know what it was caused by in her case.

This is another mama Bonobo, only her two children (about a year and some change apart it looked like) were mobile and exploring.

This is the older of the two babies. Its very hard to get a photo of either one because they're constantly moving and playing- being the true primate children they are.

Bonobos don't really mind if their children play with their food.

"Hey guys, whats up. I'm just hangin out, you know bein' myself."

Flying foxes are my favorite kind of bats.

This little reptile was the cutest in the entire zoo.

Just picture a run-down trailer in the background.

My niece playing patty cake with a Langur.

Penguin want finger. penguin eat finger.

underwater polar bear tank

beautiful reticulated python.

Sunbear saw me comin.

Sunbear strikes a pose.