Journal Entries #13


The Tins

I’m not really sure how this came about. I’ve been doing a lot of acrylic pours lately and I had this tin. I had some paints left over from one piece I was doing and didn’t have another canvas to pour it on so in the tin it went. After is surprisingly dried successfully, I added resin on top and called it a day.

But Then I got another tin…

Then my friend wanted me to make him a tin…

And now I’m working on a galaxy tin for another friend, and then I’m done.

No really, I’ll be out of tins at that point.


Homemade Watercolors


1/2 cup Baking soda

1/4 cup White vinegar

1 tsp sugar

1/4 cup corn starch

2 drops food coloring (hoping to try other pigments soon)

let dry for 2 days.

They definitely aren’t as awesome as tube watercolors, but they seem to work just as well as other hard watercolors… at least from what I can remember from using them as a kid.


Making Art from the Ashes

There are those who make art and they know there’s no future in it, so eventually they stop. Life gets too busy and they just don’t see the point anymore. They let it go, they move on to working and raising children and in general just experiencing life. Occasionally they’ll make some doodles that look particularly impressive and some co worker will say over their shoulder ‘that’s really good.’

Then there are the artists who can’t stop. Even if it’s not any good, even if no one ever sees it or hears it, they can’t stop creating. They’re lives get chaotic and they’re documenting the traumas with paint. Their hearts get broken and they sing about the betrayal. Their house burns to the ground and they make art from the ashes.  If they get an interview or get into a gallery they ask ‘why do you make art?’, and the artist makes something up that sounds really good. But in truth, they’re thinking ‘how could I not make art?’. Their wrists give out and their voices crack, even their fans are saying ‘maybe it’s time to quit.’ But somewhere along the way they saw their muse, and they keep seeing her in their dreams, in the way people act, in the direction the wind is blowing and if they don’t create, then they don’t fucking exist.


Grade School Art Revival

My friend Mari and I came up with these in grade school. We called them MJ Goop, I think we even managed to sell a couple to other students. It’s just glue and ink left to dry in a Pringles lid, but I thought it would be fun to make some more. I added string this time so I could hang them over the window and let the light shine through them.


Acrylic Pour- 1st attempt

This is my 1st attempt at any kind of flow art. I did what is called a ‘dirty pour’ layering all my paint mixtures in one cup before dumping onto the board.

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I used: 2 parts Floetrol, 1 part acrylic paint, 1 part water and about 15 drops of silicone oil in the red and purple mixtures.

I didn’t have a blow torch, but after it set for a few minutes I tried a heat gun and I did get more of the little circles to pop up.

This really didn’t use as much paint as I thought it would as the Floetrol and water makes it go a long ways. I also got the cheapest acrylics I could find and it seemed to work great. I am really happy with the results! Next I’m going to try one of these on tile ;).


‘American Woman’

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I made the ‘American Shaman’ piece several years ago. I was interested in the idea of shamans from various different cultures and how they often show symptoms of what we in America would classify as Schizophrenia. However, Shamans are important members of many villages helping to find food and cure ailments where as in America someone with those traits would be locked away, having no place or ‘function’ in our world.

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American Shaman

Wanting to continue with art in that same vein I made this piece ‘American Woman’.  With this work I started considering mental disorders that flourish in our society and not necessarily in others. People with Antisocial Personality Disorder and Borderline Personality Disorders certainly fit this bill. Sociopaths do crop up in other societies, but no where do they thrive like they do in the competitive capitalist America. I decided to make this piece over BPD however, due to recent personal experiences.

People with BPD thriving in America is merely my own opinion based on relatives I have with this disorder and how I see them being treated by others. BPD is predominantly occupied by women and in America we are all too accepting of the “women are crazy” anecdote. Not to say that because we accept this women become Borderline. What I am saying is that because we accept this many women with this problem do not seek help and instead are accepted as just being that way because they are female.

BPD deals with issues of empathy, unlike sociopaths they do feel for others, just not when they are upset. When they are upset they will kick their children out of the house for little reason, they will try to run their partner with a car, they will try to kill themselves just to make others feel bad, and they will hit kick and scream at anyone who comes near. You might think no one would put up with that so how could that be ‘thriving’ in America. I assure you from personal experience that many people will put up with that, because many believe women just go crazy sometimes. You’ll hear things about these women like “she’s crazy, but it keeps things interesting” or “She’s ok most of the time, she just gets really emotional”. In my experiences they also are usually only hurting those who they are close to, and those people don’t want to turn them into the authorities.

So unlike the people with schizophrenia in our society who are locked up or homeless, people with BPD can go without treatment and be accepted in our society. It’s just interesting that it is the society you live in that determines if you have a function or not. I am not saying that these people do not need help, just that there is a clear difference between how people with certain disorders are treated depending on what society they live in.

I use many symbols on the body of this character to represent BPD based mainly on the DSM-5 and ‘The Science of Evil’ by Simon Baron-Cohen.  I tried to show my process in the images above. The background was accomplished by drawing out the pattern I wanted in ink many times with different colors and then spraying water over it. Hope you enjoy!

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American Woman



The Town Called Sendia

A place for my imagination to run wild.

The town of Sendia was a project I started in high school and have continued working on here and there since that time. I created this town in a little notebook for the purpose of having somewhere to express imaginative ideas at any point without the pressure of putting them in an art piece or story immediately.20170723_153628

It turned out to be a great reference point which I have utilized for art pieces, short stories, and meditations over the years. Shown here I have one of the occupants of Sendia, a nameless Albino woman who thinks she is an old man, encased in resin with small twigs from her poorly made shack.

My work on Sendia, more and more, is proving bigger then the little notebook it all started in. So my goal here is to simply compile all the work I’ve done on Sendia and continue to add to the town on this site, so it may more easily leave the confines of the 5×8 page.



In Progress


I’m looking for a place to share my stories and art as they progress.

Most of my art up until this point has been very experimental with different mediums, and I have tried A LOT of different mediums. I’m wanting to turn some of the pieces I’m happiest with into series of three or more. Like the one I’ve posted here.

I’ve also written several short stories in the past and probably started 50 larger stories that I’ve just never finished. SO I would like to finish one of my books and post the progress on here.