<p>Getting the lead out with some Cable doodles. </p>

Getting the lead out with some Cable doodles. 

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Seattle, February 2019.

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Managed to carve out some time to fiddle around at the art desk today. I’m rusty as hell, but still had some fun.


Anthony Bourdain, graphite, by me 2018.

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<blockquote><p>Putting the finishing touches on these fine gents. Had to rush the last session with Dracula and the Creature, but still had some fun bringing these guys to life.</p></blockquote>

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Putting the finishing touches on these fine gents. Had to rush the last session with Dracula and the Creature, but still had some fun bringing these guys to life.

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<p>Putting the finishing touches on these fine gents. Had to rush the last session with Dracula and the Creature, but still had some fun bringing these guys to life.</p>

Putting the finishing touches on these fine gents. Had to rush the last session with Dracula and the Creature, but still had some fun bringing these guys to life.

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<p>Got a bit more time with these fine gents today.</p>

Got a bit more time with these fine gents today.

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<p>WIP: Seasonal Chalkboard update, inspired by Monster Squad. Mummy, Dracula, and Creature from the Black Lagoon to follow.</p>

WIP: Seasonal Chalkboard update, inspired by Monster Squad. Mummy, Dracula, and Creature from the Black Lagoon to follow.

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<p>Islington, London. 6.2018.</p>

Islington, London. 6.2018.

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<p>Ballard, 4.2018</p>

Ballard, 4.2018

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<p>Doodles at Treehouse Point following a much needed respite.</p>

Doodles at Treehouse Point following a much needed respite.

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<p>BC Fires.</p><p>Seahurst, WA</p><p>8.2017</p>

BC Fires.

Seahurst, WA

8.2017

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<p>Fulton River District, Chicago</p><p>June, 2017</p>

Fulton River District, Chicago

June, 2017

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<p>“And now we are all scattered; and for many a long day lone-liness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings. Lucy lies in the tomb of her kin, a lordly death-house hi a lonely church-yard, away from teeming London; where the air is fresh, and the sun rises over Hampstead Hill, and where wild flowers grow of their own accord.”</p><p>-Bram Stoker, 1897</p><p>London, UK</p><p>June 2017</p>

“And now we are all scattered; and for many a long day lone-liness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings. Lucy lies in the tomb of her kin, a lordly death-house hi a lonely church-yard, away from teeming London; where the air is fresh, and the sun rises over Hampstead Hill, and where wild flowers grow of their own accord.”

-Bram Stoker, 1897

London, UK

June 2017

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<p>Adventures in the West.</p>

Adventures in the West.

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<p>Daily Doodles (w/pony sticker accent by my daughter).</p>

Daily Doodles (w/pony sticker accent by my daughter).

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<p>Going through some old sketchbooks and ran across this doodle from a while back. It’s one of those pieces that never really materialized, and didn’t reflect my mindset and preferences at the time it was created. </p>

Going through some old sketchbooks and ran across this doodle from a while back. It’s one of those pieces that never really materialized, and didn’t reflect my mindset and preferences at the time it was created. 

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<p>Dad + Daughter Doodle. 80′s Storm for the win. Yes, I’m still absolutely aping Jim Lee.</p>

Dad + Daughter Doodle. 80′s Storm for the win. Yes, I’m still absolutely aping Jim Lee.

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<p>Obligatory Sunday Hellboy Sketch?</p>

Obligatory Sunday Hellboy Sketch?

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<p>This is a piece I was commissioned to do for @LbrtyMsJustice and their Twitter personas. Liberty is a 20-ish hot mess mom, and MissJustice is a 40-ish bigcity glam girl. I wanted to create an animated look that was timeless and still had some character to the line work, while still looking clean and modern, with some inspiration from the master Bruce Timm. All line-work was originally done in graphite on paper, with digital inks and colors. </p><p>Hope ya’ll enjoy.</p><p><b>CEL </b></p>

This is a piece I was commissioned to do for @LbrtyMsJustice and their Twitter personas. Liberty is a 20-ish hot mess mom, and MissJustice is a 40-ish bigcity glam girl. I wanted to create an animated look that was timeless and still had some character to the line work, while still looking clean and modern, with some inspiration from the master Bruce Timm. All line-work was originally done in graphite on paper, with digital inks and colors. 

Hope ya’ll enjoy.

CEL

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<p><b>“Big man, pig man<br/>Ha, ha, charade you are”</b></p><p>Quick warm up sketch this morning while working on other projects. When doing portraiture, I find it’s often difficult to capture the subject as I see them, with my eyes, rather than how I view them, in my mind. In this case, I feel I’ve accurately captured the essence of the man, while keeping my own personal beliefs and philosophies at bay, ensuring a true and honest representation of the subject, his character, and persona.</p><p><b>Water soluble pastel & graphite on paper.</b></p><p><a href="http://www.selfrecyclable.com">http://www.selfrecyclable.com </a></p><p>(Inspired while listening to Pink Floyd’s Animals this morning, specifically Pigs (Three Different Ones)).<br/></p>

“Big man, pig man
Ha, ha, charade you are”

Quick warm up sketch this morning while working on other projects. When doing portraiture, I find it’s often difficult to capture the subject as I see them, with my eyes, rather than how I view them, in my mind. In this case, I feel I’ve accurately captured the essence of the man, while keeping my own personal beliefs and philosophies at bay, ensuring a true and honest representation of the subject, his character, and persona.

Water soluble pastel & graphite on paper.

http://www.selfrecyclable.com 

(Inspired while listening to Pink Floyd’s Animals this morning, specifically Pigs (Three Different Ones)).

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<p>Summer’s End.</p>

Summer’s End.

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<p>Get lost.</p>

Get lost.

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<p>Conference Call Monster-Doodling.</p>

Conference Call Monster-Doodling.

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Never Spoken

The adrift and awakened mind
Restlessly surging forward into endless ether
In the nebulous grey, uncertainty reigns
And truth is subservient to the weighted voices
Which curdle and drone of prospects and profits and progress but reek positively of self-service and feverish greedy grabbing of land
This unbearable constant questioning with so little to show and so very little to ask
This miming of shape and form and familiar illusions to typecast and provide belonging
But never ownership for the future
And never hope, for many
As we bore more deeply into the entrenched to discover only what was written on the walls by those before us
But never looking upward, outward, inward for the truths known to each other
Never spoken

Words for the day by me, 2016.

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<p>Beach bound.</p><p>Seattle, WA 5.22.16</p>

Beach bound.

Seattle, WA 5.22.16

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<p><b>Dry Land (Grief-sick and Sober)</b></p><p>Water soluble pastels, crayon, w/digital finishes. By me, 2016.</p><p><a href="http://www.selfrecyclable.com">www.selfrecyclable.com</a></p>

Dry Land (Grief-sick and Sober)

Water soluble pastels, crayon, w/digital finishes. By me, 2016.

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<p><b>Design Commission - March 2016</b></p><p>Here’s a piece I was commissioned to design, partially inspired by the trash polka design aesthetic, though clearly not adhering to the rules associated with that style. The client was looking for a design that incorporated a particular vibe, and included a skull and a vinyl record. I incorporated the dahlia flower as a link to the customer’s heritage (Dahlia being the national flower of Mexico), as well as a sound wave form from a favorite artist to help link the flow of the piece. I had a great time putting this together - hope you can dig it!</p><p>Check out more face meltingly rad art at <a href="http://www.selfrecyclable.com">http://www.selfrecyclable.com</a>.</p>

Design Commission - March 2016

Here’s a piece I was commissioned to design, partially inspired by the trash polka design aesthetic, though clearly not adhering to the rules associated with that style. The client was looking for a design that incorporated a particular vibe, and included a skull and a vinyl record. I incorporated the dahlia flower as a link to the customer’s heritage (Dahlia being the national flower of Mexico), as well as a sound wave form from a favorite artist to help link the flow of the piece. I had a great time putting this together - hope you can dig it!

Check out more face meltingly rad art at http://www.selfrecyclable.com.

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<p>Sunday doodles (dried & dead sharpie edition).</p>

Sunday doodles (dried & dead sharpie edition).

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<p>Chalkboard update: Drunk Santa edition.</p><p>Turns out Kris Kringle - better known to the public as Santa Claus the toy manufacturing mogul and philanthropist - had a history of chemical dependency, including a lifelong struggle with MDMA and absinthe abuse dating back to his early teens as a struggling children’s toy designer. Beneath his jolly and jiggling facade lay a man torn asunder by his rabid & insatiable addictions.</p>

Chalkboard update: Drunk Santa edition.

Turns out Kris Kringle - better known to the public as Santa Claus the toy manufacturing mogul and philanthropist - had a history of chemical dependency, including a lifelong struggle with MDMA and absinthe abuse dating back to his early teens as a struggling children’s toy designer. Beneath his jolly and jiggling facade lay a man torn asunder by his rabid & insatiable addictions.

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<p><b><i>“How A Relaxing Sunday Afternoon Can End in the Total Entropy of Self”, 2015, Graphite/Ink on paper.</i></b></p><p><a href="http://www.selfrecyclable.com">www.selfrecyclable.com</a> </p>

“How A Relaxing Sunday Afternoon Can End in the Total Entropy of Self”, 2015, Graphite/Ink on paper.

www.selfrecyclable.com 

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<p><b><i>Slack-jawed & Faithless, 2015, Mixed Media on paper w/digital flourishes</i></b></p><p>Slack-jawed and faithless<br/>My eyes are open<br/>From this new vantage point<br/>I can see, without a doubt<br/>And now I know for certain<br/>The magic has run out</p><p>Words + Art by me, 2015.</p><p><a href="http://www.selfrecyclable.com">www.selfrecyclable.com</a></p>

Slack-jawed & Faithless, 2015, Mixed Media on paper w/digital flourishes

Slack-jawed and faithless
My eyes are open
From this new vantage point
I can see, without a doubt
And now I know for certain
The magic has run out

Words + Art by me, 2015.

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Bemis Spring Art Show 2015 Recap

April 11, 2015
Nice video recap of the Bemis Spring Art Show a couple weekends back. Thanks to all who came out!

 

Quotables

April 6, 2015
"Black care rarely sits behind a rider whose pace is fast enough."

Theodore Roosevelt, 1896

Ranch Life and Hunting Trail


 

Sue Beres - 60th Birthday Bash

April 6, 2015
Here's a little something I wrote for my Mother-in-Law's 60th Birthday Celebrations. May you appreciate it, as only the vacuous blogosphere can. 

Looking back on the circumstances in my first encounter with Sue, it’s a miracle she learned to embrace me as a member of the Beres family at all, let alone marry her only daughter. 

By my account, it was a gloomy and blusterous evening in the fall of 2005. Leanne and I had recently begun our mutual courtship of one another, and we had ventured into the Beres’ Indianola home late into the evening. One thing I have learned about Sue: she’s an incredibly light sleeper, and when her sleep is interrupted, she awakes with a visceral, instinctual fight or flight response – as a lioness that has abruptly been awaked from a nap in the sun. As Leanne and I noiselessly careened past the Beres bedroom and towards Leanne’s room, I was startled by the swift cracking of the Beres bedroom door and found myself face to face with Sue, whom I had never met previously, just inches away. Needless to say, this was not how I had imagined meeting Leanne’s mother for the first time. Awkwardly, I said “hello” and continued my pursuit of Leanne down the bedroom, hoping Leanne would intercede and somehow evaporate the heavy air that had settled into the room. She didn’t.

Fortunately, it’s easy enough for young lovers to look past such awkwardness and become entrenched once again in one another. Unfortunately, we may have been a bit too ambitious in our discovery and found our necking soon interrupted, again by Sue, who patiently stated that I should probably leave.  It was, after all, late into the early morning, and Sue, unaware of my reputable status as a kind-hearted and caring Barista living in a small closet in Des Moines, was right to err on the side of caution when it came to matters involving her lovely daughter.

So, alone, I collected my things, said my farewells, and entered out into the quiet gloom of the Indianola morning. A heavy fog had rolled in during the hours of my visit, effectively obscuring the treacherous and infamous angles of the Beres driveway. Legend holds that a great many brave souls had attempted to court the angles of the driveway, and only a small few had emerged unscathed- and most on a clear and well-lit day. With a dry mouth and heavy eyes, I placed the gears of my Outback in reverse and slowly released my foot from the brake. As my descent was initiated, the glow of my taillights reflected back harshly against the Indianola fog, and I quickly lost bearing on the true angle of my descent. Slowly, I adjusted, and checked both rear and side view mirrors. I continued in this fashion for seemingly several minutes, adjusting my view, brake pressure, and speed – all the while attempting to regain my view of the vile and ghastly Beres walk. Minutes seemingly slipped by, knuckles gripped tightly to the steering wheel, eyes darting from mirror to mirror, until my descent came to an abrupt, grating cessation, as the wailing cacophony of my rear bumper ricocheted out into the calm crisp air of the early morning. With horror, my heart pounding inside my chest, I realized my vehicle had impacted the small rockery that lined the Beres driveway, it’s rocky teeth mauling the fiberglass siding of the vehicle, groaning like some progeny of Malebolge himself. With panicked eyes I quickly jumped out from the wounded vehicle to assess the damage – cursing myself for having fallen victim to such stupidity. As I approached the rear of my beloved Subaru, I imagined it’s siding crumpled inward, having toppled a great portion of the rockery itself, and pictured the long days of my sentencing to come spent rebuilding the rockery to it’s original state. Or perhaps they didn’t hear? Perhaps I could right the rockery before daylight and never have to face the piercing gaze of my muse’s parents while I confessed the damage sustained to their property – all before even having a proper introduction? As I rounded the vehicles body, I knelt down in the foggy air to view my fate: the vehicle had sustained some minor aesthetic gouging across the rear bumper, but the rockery appeared to be mostly intact! In the diffused light of the taillights, I ran my fingers across the surface of the rocks, and could see some markings giving evidence of what occurred. But surely those would be overlooked, I thought. In a panic, my eyes darted back up to the Beres bedroom. No lights had been turned on, no noises emanating from the house. Inaptly suited for the surely awkward discussions that may lay ahead, I jumped back into the vehicle, righted my angle, and was quickly at the bottom of the drive rolling gently through Indianola, adrenaline still pulsing through my tightly gripped fingers, thanking whatever gods had delivered me relatively unscathed from the perils of the Beres driveway. They hadn’t heard, I told myself. No one will notice a thing. 

As it turns out, they did hear and were well aware of my navigational failings - all too aware, in fact, of my panicked motions as I assessed the damage to both vehicle and rockery. Despite this, and the other disastrous events that occurred on that fateful evening, Sue managed to open her heart and home to me and welcome my woeful self as a prospected suitor for her daughter. She extended truly extraordinary hospitality to me – accompanied by family dinners with packaged leftovers to go, grocery shopping, and small token gifts, but mostly the positive stewardship needed to help nurture newfound love. She encouraged and supported the things I cared for – my art and my music. She even stomached my obsession with the Beatles, and worse yet John Lennon. She endured my eccentricities, sarcasm, and curmudgeon perspective. She did all this, I hope, because she could see how much love I had for her daughter. As a true mother, the love Sue has for her children is unwavering and unfaltering. It is the essence of motherhood – fierce and passionate. Even in the beginning, she extended a small portion of that to me, and it made me feel I belonged, and had come home.

As the months and years went on, I began to understand that. And I soon realized why she awakens the way she does- as a lioness who has awakened from a nap in the sun, overseeing her cubs, as she now does for a second generation.

 

Happy Birthday Sue! We love you.

Evan, Leanne, and Margot

 

 

Bemis Arts Spring Show 2015

April 6, 2015
Greetings Adoring Masses,

My work was featured at the Bemis Spring Art Show alongside some very talented local artists, March 28th & 29th. Here are a few pics from the event. Check out the Bemis Arts site for details on the very talented and lovely resident artists, as well as upcoming events.

Salutations! 

CEL


















 

Calavera v2

January 27, 2015
V2: Updated based on feedback from the recipient. Removed the keys and added more whirligigs + cobalt blue in the daisies.


 
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