lechuguilla

collage/painting

recycle

superfluous

reversible


zombie


angry


who cares what size it is? i just want it to stop


thinking backwards

on getting older

a collage i made this morning about my dreams from last night

revolutions

Another restless night. Another blue night of dizzying thoughts and wishes met with the propensity for fruition. Another night of self-doubt, self-realization, and self-imposed loneliness. Another night of a staggering hunger for life to be lived in a way not yet ready and the why not? not yet known. Another night of unwavering wondering and impatient waiting. Another night of esoteric jazz albums and hand-rolled cigarettes. Another night of weed, red wine, and whiskey to lessen inhibition and effortlessly guide him in the direction of inspiration. Another night of wrestling with the blank page and performing the high-wire act he calls his writing career. Another night of sweaty anxiety calmed only by the bursts of imagination brought forth by venturing down the rabbit-hole of his mind. Another night of words, sentences, paragraphs and pages. Another night of painstakingly sculpting ideas in order to distance himself from banal notions of creativity. Another night of intense gratification through the manifestation of his own artistic vision. All in all, just another night...





Another early morning. Another morning of waking met with hesitation to begin the day. Another bleary-eyed morning full of the nagging discomfort caused by the remnants of last night's drinking. Another morning of languidly choosing to proceed with the day. Another morning without prayers or blessings or any sort of needless acknowledgements of a higher power. Another morning of unexpected inspiration directly derived from his hangover and putting to good use the forays into a mystic realm brought on by said hangover. Another morning of bypassing what others prescribe themselves to be ordinary circumstances. Another morning of not letting himself become restrained by tired notions of conventionality. Another morning of solipsism. Another morning of expanding the vibrancy of his awareness. Another morning of slavishly laboring over the written word. Another morning met with sheer focus and concentration. Another comforting morning of sensuous solitude juxtaposed by the swarms of movement happening just outside the walls he inhabits. Another morning full of that satisfactory feeling come creeping back from last night's synthesis of creativity. All in all, just another morning...





by alex heidari

zombie al

Matt Proffitt took these pictures of me that I really liked

wood burning 1 - alien dreamzzz

an old table i sanded and painted a couple years ago and i didn't like it so i decided to carve the top with a wood carver and repaint it

at work

i teach kids how to make landscapes look crazy

on being sick

i woke up this morning after 11 hours of sleep and my brain finally turned on again after a hazy 4 days of pill induced zombification

and i created this

Mesa Verde Panoramic 4

colour wheel eye

puffy paint and shimmer powder are so much fun/a pain in the ass to work with

old drarings

vices

09.22.09

the day I found out my mentor died




r.i.p. jerry burchfield

Delores 2.0

Sadie started this painting over a year ago, and I finished it. What started as Marilyn Monroe ended as Marilyn/Bride of Frankenstein/Hillary Clinton




Lots of detail/splatter. A lot better in real life, I swear!

3 lucky cows

sharpie on sadie's pink wall

3 were left from what started as a group of 16 lucky cows that escaped their demised of a life of milking, which would end with a trip to the slaughterhouse.

food is art too

a breakfast burrito i made with love

sunny day cyanotypes

using sunlight from our glorious sun and 8.5 x 11 paper negatives out of a laser b&w printer, onto two cyanotype coated pieces of paper

coltrane and theolonious - trace 1

don't tread on me 2

light (2005)

done in 2005

Happy vs Sad

circa 2003

color slide negatives

circa 2003


ahhh!!!! i can't believe how old these are. one day i'll look back at this and be dead

don't tread on me

circa 2005
pink filter (not on original print)

ice cube the humanitarian

An Ode to Steve Zissou

freeway

I almost crashed as I drove and tried to take this picture

pet bat

light 3

unorthodox

steamer

land before time

heaven or hell

5ive

medusa

girls 1

light project #2

teleidoscope

2 pg. pop-up book

fun stuff - book cover

a beautiful day in late september

secret book

glasses