tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58737978330141130552024-03-12T20:06:07.643-07:00The Fountainculture apparatushauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.comBlogger290125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-69980476538081394082015-09-18T19:26:00.001-07:002015-09-18T19:26:55.909-07:00Wine Drinker<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wine Drinker, 2015. 12" x 16". Pastel, gesso, oil stick, and acrylic on canvas.hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-73464340299971524872015-08-28T18:55:00.005-07:002015-09-09T16:51:26.704-07:00Paradise B(loss)om<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Paradise B(loss)om</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; line-height: 20.8px;">, 2015. 10" x 10". Acrylic, pencil, on canvas.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #424200;">With loss of Eden</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small;"> - first few lines</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> of Milton's <i>Paradise Lost</i></span><i><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">1. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #424200;">These passed, if any pass, the void profound</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">2. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #424200;">Of unessential night receives him next,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">3. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #424200;">Wide-gaping, and with utter loss of being</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">4. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #424200;">Threatens him, plunged in that abortive gulf.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> - from Book II</span></span>hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-86947088354751962422015-08-28T18:53:00.003-07:002015-09-09T16:54:59.830-07:00MILTON (Memory Loss)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">MILTON (Memory Loss),</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 20.8px;"> 2015. 10" x 10". Acrylic, gesso, and pencil on canvas. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">1. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #424200;">So many grateful altars I would rear</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">2. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #424200;">Of grassy turf, and pile up every stone</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">3. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #424200;">Of luster from the brook, in memory,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">4. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #424200;">Or monument to ages; and thereon</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">5. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #424200;">Offer sweet-smelling gums, and fruits, and flowers:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">6. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #424200;">In yonder nether world where shall I seek</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">7. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #424200;">His bright appearances, or foot-step trace?</span></i><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> - from Book XI</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> </span></span>hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-4227657552321291712014-10-27T17:41:00.000-07:002014-10-27T17:41:54.537-07:00'Bout to punch Pollock in his damn face<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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'Bout to punch Pollock in his damn face, 2014. hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-50554824563306730582014-10-27T17:06:00.001-07:002014-10-27T17:06:33.848-07:00Funeral for a Friendzone<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Funeral for a Friendzone, 2014. 24" x 42". Acrylic, pencil, charcoal, and oil stick on canvas. Kelly Kapowski, Net Art, Post Internet Art, Contemporary Art, Kleenex, Yellow Roses, Photoshop, Gradient, Masturbation.hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-84624647664986398182014-09-28T05:47:00.000-07:002014-09-28T05:47:09.807-07:00The Inspiration of Saint Matthew by Caravaggio<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Inspiration of Saint Matthew by Caravaggio, 2014. 12"x16". Acrylic, oil stick, and pencil on canvas.hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-76405956149460857662014-09-28T05:41:00.001-07:002014-09-28T05:41:44.242-07:00Marcus Atilius Regulus<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Marcus Atilius Regulus, 2014. 12" x 16". Acrylic on canvas.hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-74746848017109859472014-07-30T09:20:00.001-07:002014-08-01T09:49:49.107-07:00Sent from my iPhone 6<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sent from my iPhone 6, 2014. 24"x 36". Acrylic, pencil, charcoal on canvas.<br />
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This painting, like a Snapchat pic that lasts only seconds, follows themes of impermanence. The Dutch still-lifes, filled to the brim with frothy blooming flowers reminded the viewer to think on life, because like the fresh petal one day it would dry and turn to dust. I've appropriated the phrase from Basquiat paintings. I also explore ideas of going forward and backward in time - iPhone 6 hasn't been released yet, and its a painting not a pic from a cell phone app, sort of archaic painting content: a flower still life, drawn over in a style resembling Photoshop or MS Paint.<br />
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You can buy this painting <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/198412260/original-unstretched-contemporary?ref=shop_home_active_1">-here- </a>Thank you for your support!hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-20558099616298685762014-07-24T17:12:00.002-07:002014-07-24T17:12:45.283-07:00Dying Quarterback<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dying Quarterback, 2014. 20" x 20". Silver leaf, charcoal, acrylic, oil pastel, pencil, and gesso on canvas.<br />
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Football, Nike, Barbarians, Christianity, and the fall of Rome.hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-36226577266070632662014-07-23T11:04:00.001-07:002014-07-23T11:04:20.395-07:00After Vincent<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After Vincent, 2014. 26” x 34”. Acrylic, pencil, and pastel on canvas.<br />
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Still Life with Dying Flowers, 2014. 19" x 26". Pencil, pastel, acrylic on canvas.hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-70692008992750813332014-07-07T11:00:00.000-07:002014-07-07T11:00:03.591-07:00Postmodern<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Postmodern, 2014. 12" x 16". Acrylic on canvas paper.<br />
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A painting of an image.hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-3485580187009478232014-06-30T07:00:00.001-07:002014-07-02T18:28:16.608-07:00Loam<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Loam, 2014. 22" x 35". Acrylic on cardboard. </div>
hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-74665761236124628122014-01-14T08:33:00.002-08:002014-01-14T08:33:28.398-08:00Don't Worry About It<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Don't worry about it, 2014. 18" x 24". Chalk on newsprint. </div>
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With pregnancy comes a whole new level of worrying.</div>
hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-65678785556159737542014-01-14T08:30:00.003-08:002014-01-14T08:30:26.403-08:00Stairs I<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Stairs I, 2014. 18" x 24". Acrylic, gesso, oil crayon, pencil on newsprint.<br />
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When I was a child I used to burst up the stairs as fast as I could; outrunning the demons below. Cy Twombly.hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-52857946090065098802013-12-19T09:39:00.003-08:002013-12-19T10:24:03.563-08:00Buenas Noches<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Buenas Noches, 2013. 12" x 16". Acrylic, gold leaf on canvas paper.<br />
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Painted after the death of my Grandfather. I was the first born grandchild and was gifted lots of time and attention from him. He made me spiral bound comic books cut from Sunday papers, creatures made of colorful thread and corn husks. He gave me a desire to learn about culture, discover science, value knowledge. He was a science teacher and had little collections of fossils in painted over cigar boxes. Summers spent at his house in south Georgia make up some of my best childhood memories.<br />
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When I was a kid his night time goodbye was, "Buenas noches." Gracias por todo.hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-88126432359526454402013-12-16T10:07:00.000-08:002013-12-16T10:07:01.559-08:00Thirty Two<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Thirty Two, 2013. 12" x 16". Acrylic, gold leaf on canvas paper.<br />
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Sorta Phillip Guston meets Egon Schiele. Also looks like a human Sad Frog.hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-87676778106226590002013-09-27T07:45:00.001-07:002013-09-27T07:45:47.115-07:00World Cup -- Qatar 2022<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Redesigned logo for the upcoming World Cup hosted by Qatar in 2022. There have been reports of egregious treatment of workers building the stadiums and infrastructure. Many are said to be unable to leave and are kept under slave like conditions.hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-35594163767644938352013-08-12T12:08:00.000-07:002013-08-12T12:08:00.006-07:00Sleep<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sleep, 2013. 23" x 21". Acrylic on cardboard.<br />
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Laying awake a night thinking about money and what my life has become as opposed to what my expectations were when young. hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-8324663899088117112013-08-08T12:42:00.002-07:002013-08-08T12:42:40.381-07:00Wall Section: Red Room<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wall Section: Red Room, 2013. 12" x 16". Acrylic and China Marker on canvas.<br />
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This painting is about the fears of parenthood. hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-71949942805978046762013-08-08T06:41:00.001-07:002013-08-08T06:41:36.564-07:00Ghost Face<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ghost Face, 2013. 12" x 16". Gesso, pencil, acrylic on canvas paper. <br />
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Looks like a hipster Ernie from Sesame Street. hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-27485132021872654142013-08-08T06:39:00.000-07:002013-08-08T06:39:02.315-07:00Peonies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Two Peonies, 2013. 12" x 16". Gesso, pencil, acrylic, and oil pastels on canvas paper.<br />
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Peony with Tulips, 2013. 12" x 16". Gesso, pencil, acrylic, and oil pastels on canvas paper. <br />
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Two little paintings I made on a sunny day.hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-66201233368012784082013-08-02T13:38:00.002-07:002013-08-02T13:38:11.259-07:00Head of a Boxer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Head of a Boxer, 2013. 12" x 16". Gesso, Sepia crayon, Copper leaf, and oil pastels on canvas paper.hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-31960314754938839002013-07-28T15:34:00.004-07:002013-07-28T15:34:32.940-07:00Face Hidden by Paint<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Face Hidden by Paint, 2013. 12" x 16". Acrylic on canvas paper.<br />
hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873797833014113055.post-1501004996137782302013-07-08T09:42:00.003-07:002013-07-08T09:42:38.999-07:00Face Scraped with Paint<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Face Scraped with Paint, 2013. 12" x 16". Acrylic and pencil on canvas paper.<br />
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Like a heavy handed Elizabeth Peyton using Van Gogh's brush. hauteclerehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615087718787436767noreply@blogger.com0