Gibberings
Dad told me never to use XTREE when he wasn’t in the room.
August 29, 2008 ~ 09:56:54 AM * -07:00ST
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Log # 232
the men in the Taco Bell lot a…
the men in the Taco Bell lot are either a band, or vampires. Top hat, striped vest, jeans, sickly skin, ponytail, 40 to 500 years old. Yes.
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Log # 231
Eye-Hurty Kids #2: Xerulean
Drawing these (there are three) informed me on my own methods quite a
bit. These little skinny bodies with their odd half-realistic, half-
cartoonish, vaguely mutated anatomies, they are built of all my
shortcuts and enthisiasms. The collarbones, the way the jaw
stretches the neck skin, the angle of the antennae, the painfully
long necks and deranged posture. I can remember learning these
things, or making them up and adopting them as habit, but I can’t
remember the circumstances around doing so. When did I learn to
indicate the series of plateaus that make up the profile of a
suckered tentacle? I recall a time in middle school when I was
obsessed with drawing feet and the backs of legs. I became expert at
it, and then moved on to something else. I don’t think I’m as
effective now with those body parts as I was, and I often wonder how
efficient my learning really is. How much of this picture will I
forget? How much of it is reflex or muscle memory, and how much is
conscious decision-making? When I’m strung out on paper like this,
drawing a picture is like typing a sentence without looking at the
keyboard. It is the closest thing to instant gratification that I
have yet to experience.
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Eliza Gauger on October 25th, 2007 ~ 04:11:56 PM
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Log # 230
New on Etsy: Bat Smax!
http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=7585364
This is a print of an original oil painting which is not for sale.
The story of the Bat Smax cereal mascot is a fun one. I was hanging out with a friend who is a comics artist. I drew a wee bat in my sketchbook, zoomingly loopily. My friend redrew the bat so that it was smoother, more cartoonish and rounded. And I painted his sketch.
And this is why I can’t sell the damned thing, because it belongs to both of us.
This print is a few cents more expensive than the others because it uses an incredible amount of ink. Look at all that nice soft blackness!
He will be crunchily printed onto 8.5 x 11″ heavyweight matte archival paper, signed, numbered, and shipped in a tough envelope.
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Eliza Gauger on October 25th, 2007 ~ 02:25:16 PM
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Log # 229
Eye-Hurty Kids #1: Xartreuse
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Eliza Gauger on October 25th, 2007 ~ 03:34:48 AM
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Log # 228
Who’s up for shooting terrorists?
SWAT ninjas seek same. Join me and Stickypig on Xbox Live for some Rainbow 6: Vegas, nowish. I’m “Toxoplasm”.
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Eliza Gauger on October 24th, 2007 ~ 11:39:41 PM
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Log # 227
ATCs 4, 5, and 6
Artist trading cards are 2.5 x 3.5, made-with-care pieces of media traded or given away by artists. I put one in every shipment from Etsy.
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Eliza Gauger on October 24th, 2007 ~ 04:19:36 AM
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Log # 226
New on Etsy: Toxine
http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=7565107
“I attended a large comprehensive in Notting Hill. Staring at my book, flushed and intent, I’d discern, not a line of algebra or a spelling exercise, but a confusion of limbs lit by a shaft of light from the eaves. Dressed for her first ball, her blood-red gown was emblematic of her martyrdom. The lips too, and fingernails long as a mandarin’s, were incarnadined, so her body seemed one sensuous wound. But her eyes were not those of a victim. They were murderous. Green, and made of a luminous enamel, they glowed catlike in the gloom. She smelled of cat, her perfume the musty, electric scent of damp streets and brief couplings. A choker, half-obscured by inky locks, proclaimed her name. It would appear in my school books, on my desktop, on playground walls; and I would taste it upon my tongue as I ran home each evening to the sanctuary of the attic, to the hours between supper and bed. Toxine, Toxine, Toxine.”
“Toxine” by Richard Calder: http://www.fantasticmetropolis.com/i/toxine/
Printed on deliciously thick and fluffy archival matte paper with jewel-toned inks, hermetically sealed in cardboard, signed, numbered, shipped with a hand-crafted artist trading card.
8.5 x 11″
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Eliza Gauger on October 24th, 2007 ~ 04:09:18 AM
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Log # 225
I Should Have Done This Years Ago
I have sold something, or multiple things, every single day that my Etsy store has been active, with the exception of Sunday. This includes two original paintings, Afterglow (of which I am now selling prints) and Lisette, which is going all the way to Norway.
My friend Mikeatron has been on Etsy forever, and seemingly doing well for himself (damn you, Mike! Why didn’t you tell me?!). His work is a fantastic mythology of breakfast foods, astronauts, crudity and joy.
Really the only problem I’m having now is that I’m selling paintings faster than I can paint them. It’s getting so I have pieces in my actual possession for maybe a week before they’re off on adventures without me. It’s a glorious problem to have, do not get me wrong, but perhaps the next piece I finish will actually hang on my wall, secretly, just for me to enjoy. At least for a little while.
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Eliza Gauger on October 23rd, 2007 ~ 12:13:43 AM
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Log # 224
New on Etsy: Mourner Models a Monocle
http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=7551287
The Mourners are an elite sect of guardians-for-hire. Installed next to the recently-deceased by bereaved families, these stylish women watch for signs of reanimation in the corpse. The usual vigil lasts three days, during which the Mourners are not seen to eat, drink, sleep, or stir. At the first groan, burble or blink, the bedside valkyrie looses her kukri and beheads the beast.
Digital illustration from steampunk horror RPG, Unhallowed Metropolis. www.newdarkage.net
Printed on heavyweight, archival, matte paper. Signed and numbered by the artist.
8.5 x 11″
Model is Nicci Vega.
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Eliza Gauger on October 22nd, 2007 ~ 11:28:43 PM
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Log # 223
@warrenellis don’t worry about…
@warrenellis don’t worry about me. I sold a ridiculpusly expensive painting to a Norweigian today, and several prints besides.
