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small space for the scribblings which do in their own rite [right] all contribute, coerce, cohabitate and collide within this mind of mine to the wearable-art-side that wearing upon the out of the world inside. |
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| In late 1997, I went to see Lycia play in Denver with The Machine in the Garden opening. It was a dive bar that we had trouble finding, as was to be expected. I went in, found a space, and attempted to tune out the rest of the audience as I listened to what would become one of my biggest creative influences. Following the show I remember thinking of what a strange little tree-like creature Tara was. Later on in the car I scribbled up some spirit, which is definitely not intended to look like Tara, but still seemed to know her name. |
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Yes, I completely admit to the fact that I am a very ardent fan of the works of Yoshitaka Amano. This is what one can expect after spending far too much time staring at Amano drawings and spending far too much energy reading Gaiman and spending far too much money on a Napa Cab Sav that wasn't content to just kiss goodnight. Well, maybe the Gaiman part isn't true. That's energy well spent.
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| More or less - the only self-portrait sketch i have ever done - with any intention of being something pretty, anyway. |
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my closest friend informed me that this was my worst work ever, so i thought it deserved some kind of recognition for that. |
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and clearly i have also been greatly inspired by the style in a-ha's take on me video. |
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