Last of the High School Portraits

Tiffy. Charcoal on a huge sheet of paper.


My mom. She didnt like this portrait. Pastels on paper.


Self portrait. Charcoal on paper.


Jen. Pastels on blue paper.


Jon. Charcoals or pastels or something on paper.


Taylor eatting ice cream. Charcoal on paper.

I scanned some old slides of my high school portfolio. These are really old. I did the one of my aunt Tiffy in my junior year of high school, I think. When I was 16. And I wish I could draw a shirt again like I drew Jen's that day.

So Art School

That piece is entitled "Scratch." I like to show it to people that I'm meeting for the first time because I feel it says so much about who I am and what it feels like to inhabit my specific skin.

Ho ho ho Ghost World reference for the 99% of you who won't get that. Anyway, this is a bizarre video I did in college, when I was 19. It was for a final project in my electronic imaging class. I find it kind of hilarious. I always have. You can't read the text because the original video is like 502MB and no server will let me upload that much. The video is about my habit of scratching the top of my head. The song is some Tori Amos remix. My first and last fling with iMovie. I'm more of a pencil pusher, I think.

More High School Work

Colored pencil on black paper.


Pastels on gray paper.


Watercolour.

Here are a few more from when I went to Walpole High School. Home of the Rebel or some other horrible racist thing. The bottom drawing is the earliest, done when I was 15. It was my first try at watercolour painting. Oh yeah, and it is the only painting I've ever done that my mom really liked.

Six Years Ago Today

Jon's hand. Pastels on black paper.


Girl I dont know. Pastels on colored paper (that was my thing).

I risked my life and crawled into my attic this afternoon just to find my slides of my work from high school and college. So for the next few days I think I'll be posting those gems.

But about my attic, you don't understand. The stairs are thousands of years old. They're the kind that you pull down from the ceiling. And one side of the support system of springs and nails is completly gone. Plus, they are directly over the stairs that lead to the first floor of my house. So if you fell, you'd fall far.

These two drawings were done when I was 16 or 17. When I was a kid and smoking was cool.