Gibberings
Dad told me never to use XTREE when he wasn’t in the room.
July 18, 2008 ~ 10:04:13 PM * -07:00ST
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Log # 146
A City
A City
From vebelfetzer.
And then there’s this.
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Eliza Gauger on March 31st, 2007 ~ 08:22:33 PM
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Log # 145
The Cardiographer
From vebelfetzer.
State secret: I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m doing. I’m an art school drop out, and I went to a shitty school in the first place. My theories about painting are wrestled sideways from a decade of digital coloring. This is a hypothetical underpainting for what will, hypothetically, be a rendering of human skin. Ish.
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Eliza Gauger on March 31st, 2007 ~ 08:07:40 PM
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Log # 144
How It Lives
How It Lives
From vebelfetzer.
A stinking, toxic, kinetic representation of my neural pathways. I
don’t think this piece will go up during this month’s shows, but
probably at the next show, yes. This city has enough coffee shops to
keep me hanging paintings for years.
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Eliza Gauger on March 31st, 2007 ~ 08:04:18 PM
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Log # 143
Sea Ink
Sea Ink
From vebelfetzer.
Painter 9’s ink feature is pretty fucking incredible. It scales perfectly, almost like a vector.
I’m so sick of drawing this one vampire hunter that I think I’m losing my shit. I’ve dropped everything but UnMet work and I’m still barely able to function.
MAKE THE STYLUS GO INTO MY BRAIN.
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Eliza Gauger on March 21st, 2007 ~ 09:34:53 AM
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Log # 142
I want you filthy heathens to know that I am typing this missive at great risk to life and limb. Mostly limb.
I have developed a seizure. Yes, something of mine now seizes. The seizings happen to the bird-flippin’ digit of my right hand, the single most-used finger in the profession of gonzo blogging. I can’t tell you how many times I gave my editors the deuce during the birth of my now-unpublished “review” of Resistance: Fall of Man. I believe I referred to a Sony representative in simian terms, and many were the birds that flipped over that article, let me tell you.
What I’m saying is that this is a professional hazard, one I knew I would face when I signed up for the mission. I will be absent from my usual haunts for an undetermined amount of time. I’m on Xbox Live a lot because my thumbs are fine and Hexic is a natural opiate.
Rikki painted this beautiful donkey jet thing using actual paint (for the first time in ten years) and named it “Eliza”. I think it’s probably useless to ask why. Somehow I feel I should be ashamed, and scramble to cover my nakedness. As if he donned a pith helmet and protective eyewear, and ventured deep into the dim wilderness of my essential being, and there set up an easel and arrayed his paints just so, and recorded only what he saw. I am a belching, airborne maniac and until now, I’ve been able to keep it relatively quiet.
Truly, I am the “Madame X” of my generation.
A fair chunk of my artworks will be in the upcoming issue of Other, which is a zine I am ashamed to admit I know nothing about. This ties to the previous paragraphs because my renderings of characters from Rikki and Tavisha’s “Ranklechick and His Three-Legged Cat” will probably be included, albeit in monochrome.
The Bee Commission (a collection of paintings, drawings and sketches based on a year’s work to create a “demon bee” for a commission) will go up at Glo’s on Cap Hill at the end of April. Load-in is the 29th. I was informed that Glo’s does not “do” openings, since they are a breakfast spot. I think there should occur a brunch at least. Perhaps I can make reservations.
My other show will hang at Lighthouse Roasters in Fremont, and will be more of a catch-all. Pieces from Unhallowed Metropolis and other books, as well as Monocle, Bat Smax, and whatever else I can finish before load-in. Jesus christ.
