Dinosaur, Scarf Sculpture, Virgin, Chicken
September 14, 2010, 6:14 pm
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I haven’t updated this thing in hot minute.

Here are some pictures.


I found this dinosaur outside.


This is a sculpture Victor and I made in Sculpture class.







I made the scarf.






Herre’s my WIP painting. Our Lady of Electrical Rodents.





And here’s me with a chicken.


Thesius WIP
August 22, 2010, 1:18 pm
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Inspired by Threading Stone, a book of poetry by a professor I admire.

More updates soon.

May 28, 2010, 5:48 pm
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So good. Just so good.

them fffffat boys is at it again!

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May 27, 2010, 1:32 pm
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theres so much art in the world, or not even art, just images of women. and seeing a womans face or body allows so much anomynity. it’s like, a womans face in a painting or ad you think ‘oh its just a woman” but a mans face carries identity.

woman = some woman
man = hey, who is that? why is he in that picture?


investigate further.


more photos soon i spect.

Tori and I
April 11, 2010, 1:03 pm
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Work from this, and a little from last, Semester
April 6, 2010, 2:48 pm
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Chad Reading


Clock Tower


Cory Reading


Forest Welcomes You


Fox Heart


Jason And Mermaid


Koifish Parachute


Only Genes Are Passed On This Way








sketchbook page


sketchbook page


sketchbook page








tortoise study



June 29, 2009, 1:28 am
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When I paint I stop wondering who I am or who I think I need to be.


And Nicholas, if you still read this blog, I saw someone at wal-mart today while I was buying the board this is painted on who looked like you. I hope you’re well and happy.



DS Art
June 21, 2009, 10:21 pm
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6-21-09 (1)

6-21-09 (2)

6-21-09 (3)

6-21-09 (4)

6-21-09 (5)

6-21-09 (6)

6-21-09 (7)

6-21-09 (8)

Obviously not very good at it yet, but I’m very fond of the medium.

in which Joshua talks about summertime, time travel, and the sadistic nature of rural county architects

Due to the twisted nature of the mind of the sadist architect for built my house, my room is the hottest part of the whole structure. I have no idea why but it’s for this reason that I’ve spent the last ten minutes wondering around with my laptop trying to find a place that’s  cool enough to sit and type in.

Unfortunately, the best rating I’ve given to any room is tolerable and that’s the kitchen table but only without a shirt.

Fortunately, no one is home to be blinded by my fleshy pale exterior.

So, I finally sit down to type out this little blog update and I find I have an e-mail from my bank about some “irregular activity” on my bank account. Turns out they always raise an eyebrow when people make random purchases from quasi-shady Canadian Third Party video game equipment distributors. Who knew?

Anyway, I was able to clear it up and assure them that it was “totally legit.”

This summer has been absolutely lovely. The fact that my creative juices have been flowing so freely and I get at least five hours of free time a day totally makes up for the lack of A/C in this house.

I’ve been working on a new project. It’s currant title is “Into Summer.” It’s a computer game love story about time travel. I’m hoping to use it as an exploration of mood and atmosphere but in a way that isn’t eyeball melting-ly boring the way all other games that are made with those goals in mind seem to be. Also, anyone who’s truly savvy will have noticed that the title is an reference to an old 1950’s sci-fi book called The Door Into Summer also about time travel, but very different to this project.

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I’ve written some lengthy prose concerning the two main characters and their situation but I’m extremely hesitant to upload it to this blog or even deviant art. I’d rather keep them private, however proud of them I am.

Also, I haven’t forgotten my old project, the REALLY big one called “Eyes On Trial".” It’s really big and honestly the sort of thing that’s totally out of my league for the moment in terms of plausibility. But, it remains,  in the background and eventually I will take it and I will organize it and streamline it and probably subtract some things in order to fully expand on the key elements. Blah blah blah, game designer talk.

I’m feeling that weird conflict between journaling here and journaling in my private, physical diary. The physical diary is obviously for more personal things that would be inappropriate for here (like the details of a recent phone call with my ex for instance.)

I feel bad writing so much but not adding a photo. Oh hell, here’s a  picture of me without a shirt eating a croissant with crème fraîche.

creme fraiche 6-11-2009


p.s. just as a started adding the tags to think i heard thunder and now i’m looking out my window at the prettiest summer rain you could imagine. 🙂

Moon Rise (complete)
May 19, 2009, 10:52 am
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The moon is a great apostle of liberty. Like the Marquis de LaFayette.

“No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else’s heart
Pumping someone else’s blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don’t get harmed
But even if it does
You’ll just do it all again

This painting has personal meaning. I’m getting to the point where I see loneliness, and the languishing about such, as kind f immature. If I were to open my  mouth up and complain about being lonely in life right now it would be as if I were walking along the great wall of China and complaining that my feet hurt from all the old stones.

Life, daily life especially, is an absolute bouquet of the most delicious sensations available to sentient life. I’m convinced of this: laughter is better than fucking, because it costs nothing.

This red moon is  solumn joy raising over a familiar and not unhospitable landscape. The house is made of yarn, it is a construction that can be deconstructed and moved.

I find the activity of cutting and gluing various types of yarn to various types of objects weirdly soothing. I will pursue this  form of leisure.

Also,  hot pink and metallic silver paint markers please me^_^

That is all.