I Have Moved

What you are seeing now is old news. Old as dirt. Maybe you're into that kind of thing.

I have relocated my blog, now available at HunterMadeIt.com.

Gotta stay hip to the fresh aight. Take a look.

Girl...

Lemme splain. Let's say you come home from the grocery store with a big ole box of delicious cereal. No, really, let's. All together now:

"I came home from the grocery store with a big ole box of delicious cereal."

Great.

Now are you going to sit down and devour that entire box right there? It really depends on how hungry or impatient for breakfast you are, but it just makes more sense to enjoy it one bowl at a time.

So, from now on, I will update the blog more frequently, maybe even every other day. Take my latest works in "one bowl at a time" instead of the whole box every month. Get with it!

Well, Mr. Fancy Orange Hair Man, looks like ya girl flat busted you. Caught. Red-handed. Framed? Couldn't be. Gossip? No way. Come up with a lie, we dare you. BE REAL!


Some One

In other news, SpokenThreads.com got interviewed by the TampaBayTimes and it just dropped today! See more here.

OH! And you can follow me on Twitter @huntermadeit. I guarantee you one funny observation or cuss word a day. Restrictions apply.

I'm also working really hard on getting huntermadeit.com up and running, so get wise.

I Don't Know If You Don't Know

Keep movin!

SpokenThreads.com just dropped a couple days ago. Go check out all the shirt graphics and apply to be a member! Its real life. Bookin' on some other paintings, you'll see.

ATTTTACK!

Happy Earth Day, if you know what I'm sayin'.

Rock the Boat
8" x 24"
awyawlreddyknow its acrylic

I attacked the opportunity of painting and
lacquering a bamboo longboard for a friend. Rawr.

How do you get up if you don't fall?

These horrible and old and horrible crayons I found
were, to my surprise, tearin' up the scene.

An apple a day may keep
the doctor away,
but
A bird of prey keeps the doctor
at a f*cking distance.

Second In Line at the Water Fountain

Self-Portrait According to a Pack of Wolves with No Mandible
18"x11"

I am a chambered nautilus. Rawr.

Its easy to be serious:

just sit there.
Its hard to be humorous:
just sh*t, Cher.

Ello there champions. I'm currently reading "The Book of the Mind". It contains key writings on the mind from Plato and the Buddha through Shakespeare, Descartes, and Freud to the latest discoveries in neuroscience.

In other words, its total thrashthrash.

I just got done reading an interview where a man had suffered a stroke in his basal ganglia. It messed up his somatic sensations enough to make him feel a third arm in the middle of his chest. It must be very cool to give phantom high fives on a breezy autumn day.

IF THERES NO ROOM
I CAN STILL FIT
ASK THOSE TO LEAVE
WHO ASKED TO QUIT

Quiet, Sunny, Bumpy

Perambulation basically means to walk or stroll about, for exploration or for pleasure. I'm a firm believer in the phrase "Walks do wonders", so here's a coyote struttin' to nowhere, being with every step, and simply absorbing it all.

Secret Perambulation
18"x11"

(Secret Perambulation DETAIL)

I am extremely excited to say I sold my first painting ever this month (Wholesome Change From A Positive Disturbance). So excited, in fact, I offered to build a custom frame without having the slightest clue how to build a frame. After plenty of sweet hacksaw action, wood putty, and carpenter's glue, I got this. I roughed it up a bit with a knife and some sandpaper, and added two different color stains on afterward. Some glass, a chunky matte, and bam. The texture is incredible.

Hollar

Drawing on the plane is confined and bumpy,
but so quiet and sunny. A challenge.

"Its hard to fall asleep when a
jacketed man keeps picking me up."

The last two are out of a 1978 hardback Reader's Digest reaking of mold. I guess I'll do anything to get my hands on that yellow paper. Acid free? PSH.

The periscope project is underway. That's all I'm saying.

Just A Bunch of WORDS

Yeah, I'll admit it. I check Dictionary.com every day I can for the word of the day. Then I check it's synonyms (cinnamon?) on Thesaurus.com and write down all the ones I like in my sketchbook. Somehow I ended up at the word:

lacuna: An interval during which continuity is suspended.

With that in mind, I drew this:

Then painted this:

Soon The Lacuna Will Pass
20"x30"

(Detail)

(Detail)

"Nawman don't NEVER pinch your cigarette."

I found this Polaroid SX-70 Sonar OneStep (with Polatronic 2 Flash, hollar) at a thrift store for two bucks. That's what I'm saying players. After some quick research I found out it's worth around $60 nowadays and is from the wonderful year of 1978. I have a pack of exposures coming in the mail soon to see if this tank works.

FINGERS CROSSED.