I believe in friction

Shannon Shaw, Acrylic, 30 x 40

I’m a big fan of Shannon and the Clams, I love this band for the attitude in Shannon’s voice.

I hit a wall early on with this painting. The colors wouldn’t match up. “She looks like a Simpson’s character” Cody told me. We critique each others work often, because we have our own expertise (he digital and me traditional) one’s point of view tends to push the other’s farther.

We’ve lived together for epochs: apartments big and small, across state lines, through jobs, undergrad to grad school, and the trade schools and community college courses in-between. Sometimes what keeps us attached is nothing more than a faint feeling.

Step 1:

The examined life is a steady unfolding.

I am new to embracing sorrow as essential rather than trying to cure it.

I turn 31 today. This is the first self portrait i’ve done in over a year, since then my way of making has completely changed so i thought with this post i’d reflect a little.

Jay Reatard, acrylic on canvas, 30 x 40

“Does not the very word ‘creative’ mean to build, to initiate, to give out, to act - rather than to be acted upon, to be subjective? Living photography is positive in its approach, it sings a song of life - not death.”

-Berenice Abbott

Original available at artbyianstorey.com

He hands me a click pen, emblazoned on the side reads “Casual Anger”.

Frictionless. A state of mind we all dream of. Work where we don’t have to brush up against rugged discomfort- where everything goes our way. There are no bugs in the code. Spaces outside of the computer screen increasingly resemble the software engineer’s ideal work environment. It is no wonder the first of these appears as a black box, nestled at the base of another black box, in a nondescript part of town, where the buildings uses are mixed to brown.

“My Life… is Like… Death” – Defect Defect lurches into their disorderly and existential final act.