Monday, February 22, 2010

There is a place, far to the north, where the souls of the dead flow towards unfathomable abysses



"New" pieces as promised. 



Pray For Water/Fall of the Five Peaks
Gouache, acrylic and ink on Reeves BFK
Spring 2010, Independent Project
22 x 30 inches 




The Way the Atoms Are Put Together to Form Cellular Structures
Gouache, acrylic and ink on Reeves BFK
Spring 2010, Independent Project
30 x 22 inches
 



'Preciate it.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

You've been driven out by forces that don't drive you anymore.

I feel like working on my paintings again. As a counter-point, I no longer want to do a comic. I don't know what that means.

Pictures of the last two paintings I managed to finish before moving will be up soon. In the mean time, here are some people I managed to capture using color photography.
















Also, I miss my friends. 

Monday, December 28, 2009

Favorite Records of 2009

That time of the year again. Blah blah blah.

 





 






 



 

 

 

 

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Because Dusted Magazine Will Probably Never Publish It: An Interview with Al Cisneros


Shifting Paradigms of the Godhead: An Interview with Al Cisneros of Om


    Obelisk forms, dissolving moons, and hollowed names; these and many other arcane meditations encompass the perpetual motions of Al Cisneros' mantric two-piece, Om. Like any good story, Om's has a beginning that many are likely familiar with.

    After the three-year-long development hell of what would become their last record entitled Jerusalem (posthumously released as a bootleg in 1998 and in its intended form as Dopesmoker in 2003 ), Sleep dissolved into the ether, marking the end of what is consistently referred to as one of the most influential bands of the stoner/doom metal sub-genre. While guitarist Matt Pike went on to form the riffing monolith that is High On Fire soon after the break  up, bassist Al Cisneros and drummer Chris Haiku remained under the radar until 2005 with the full-length release of Variations on a Theme as the newly formed - and vastly different - Om. With the departure of Haiku in early 2008 in mid-tour, Om quickly found a fitting replacement with Grails and Holy Sons drummer Emil Amos and continued on their quest of sonic vigilance.

    Having wrapped up their North American tour and gearing up for a a brief run through England to promote their new record, God Is Good, Al found some spare time in his busy schedule to answer a few questions about the new record and the band's direction, his views on the music he creates and the process behind it, and his fondness for dub.

JB: While God Is Good in its entirety is definitely a sign of new developing ideas, Cremation Ghat I & II specifically seem to be the most telling of Om's direction. Should we expect more along these lines? And what has caused this new shift beyond having a new drummer?
Al Cisneros: The music is moving, we are occupied in discovering the parts and melodies where they exist (heart, mind, and space) and from there gradually bringing them into the exterior auditory plane. Working with Emil we are able to readily and quickly lay foundation so that emphasis can be placed upon structure and – if the song calls for it – augmentations. The core is always the rhythm and its cycles, its seat and cadence, its drive. From there the song proper is taken into consideration - its expansions and retractions – its essentially one song that continues in a spiral ascent, like life.

JB: Watching Robert Lowe (Lichens) and Emil Amos perform with you on stage and witnessing the new record literally materialize right in front of me was quite an experience. Do you think Robert would ever become a permanent member of Om or will it always remain a two-piece?
AC: Its been an organic coalescence, and in view of that we shall see as we continue mining the themes, songs and verses. There is a chemistry and kinship we all hold and a sacred communication.

JB: Pilgrimage was an amazing record, and at the time it was my favorite to date. With God Is Good, I noticed you're continuing the cyclical theme that was found in Pilgrimage - a sort of prayer that has a beginning and end that merely flow into one another. Will this aspect of your full lengths remain as integral as it is now?
AC: The full-lengths are no different in that respect from the individual songs, on an LP the songs have a space between them; it’s the same with the releases, albeit in the latter it can be months or sometimes a year or more before that gap of silence is broken by the next piece, the next note.  Regardless they are all variants on the central theme, the one subject – expressions and salutes to The Reality, The Light, God, The Great Void, It, That, He, She, The Absolute, so many word-symbols point toward this remainder/background it is essential to not be divided by terminology and to remain fixed in the experience of that which is behind the ineffable hollowed name.

JB: The presence of distinct Judeo-Christian iconography seems to be prevalent in your last two records without fully supporting any specific ideology or religion in your music. Are there specific meanings behind this choice of visual supplements and what do you believe you're communicating in your music that ties in with these visuals?
AC: To me, album covers are theoretically supposed to have a visual correlation to the sounds therein  – additional elements for the perceiver in their motion of absorbing the feeling - and understanding the core of the work. In Om we’ve always gone with album art that looks how the records sound. The iconography, like the lyrics/verses are vehicles to help get one to that state.

JB: Lyrically, what are your largest influences?
AC: I really don’t have any outside lyrical influences – life and an integration – report on where I am in the journey/process. I know when a line is finished by its vibrations and how effective it is in its ability to channel to the other plane.

JB: When writing or performing your music, do you believe this is one of many ways you attempt to gain the "Unitive Knowledge of the Godhead," and how close are you to attaining it?
AC: I don’t feel one is really practicing if they are also watching and waiting to see if its working – kind of like the observer effect in physics. It would take you out of the concentration – out of the very process where the grace may visit/descend if IT wills. Not up to you, me or us. We just have to do the work and the rest will take care of itself.

JB: You had mentioned before at some point certain synesthetic qualities of past Om. records. How would you describe god is good on these terms?
AC: This record evokes for me an amber oscillating with a silver-purple; it has warmth and is rich, fluctuating into a cooler atmosphere in certain areas – and throughout it is supported by a floor-beam of dark red/maroon.

JB: I remember reading somewhere that you and Emil shared an interest in dub. Any personal favorite records?
AC: Israel Vibration’s “Unconquered People” and “Same Song” have been on rotation since being home from tour. There’s so much I connect with - Augustus Pablo’s first album, Abyssinians, Burning Spear.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Until This Letter Thing Pans Out: Chapter One



17 in x 24 in inkjet prints for sale because I'm kinda very broke.
$1000 each
$10 each
Your best offer.

Monday, November 30, 2009

The Plot Thickens....

So I dropped the letter off to the University of Florida's Smathers Library East's Special Collections after speaking with the head archivist there, Carl Van Ness. He said he'll look it over, give it an appraisal, and contact me as soon as he's finished. Until then, here's some more info on the possible writer and recipient of the mysterious letter...

Taken from wikipedia.org: "John Edwin Holmes (1809–1863) was the first Lieutenant Governor of Wisconsin. He was born in Glastonbury, Connecticut. He was ordained a Universalist minister in 1833 and preached for a short time in Michigan and Ohio. He soon began to study law in Illinois and joined the Democratic Party. In 1836, he became a member of Wisconsin Territory's Territorial Council, and in 1848, he was elected the lieutenant governor of Nelson Dewey, a position he held until 1850. After his term ended, he became a quartermaster and was taken prisoner in Tennessee during the Civil War. He was returned to the Union in 1863 as part of a prisoner exchange, but died soon after, in Annapolis, Maryland.

Taken from http://history.rays-place.com/ny/hamilton-ny.htm: "The Dunbar Mills were built in 1850 by James H. Dunbar and Charles Blanchard, on the site of an earlier mill. They are now operated by W. M. Jennings."

Thanks to JJ for the heads up on Dunbar, and for being white.

The Case of the Hidden Letter or Holy Shit This Is Fucking Awesome

Alright, before I start, I should make it very clear to any and all readers: I'm a terrible liar. Seriously, I can't lie worth a goddamn. I can spin a tale - make it absurd and ridiculous and abso-fucking-lutely unbelievable in every imaginable way - and you might be entertained. But if it came down to me simply speaking fiction and passing it off as truth, no one of sound mind and faculties would ever remotely believe me.

That being said, the following is absurd, ridiculous, and abso-fucking-lutely unbelievable in every imaginable way. And no, I'm not lying.

I had just arrived at my apartment Saturday night from the usual two hour drive from Lakeland to Gainesville, returning from another average Thanksgiving/birthday with family. I unpacked my things and replaced my newly washed bedsheets since I neither have a washer and drier here nor money to afford such luxuries. Before doing so, I had to turn my bed over; a simple task that has become habitual since I bought the mattress and box spring from a rather homely and unspectacular family when I moved for the second time in town. When involved in such simple chores like the turning of mattresses and related activities, I usually shut off most functions of my brain and revert into some sort of dusty single-task computer circa 1968. This is important to note and its relevance will be clarified shortly.

A few hours later, I was back at my apartment again, this time from a brief night out with friends. As I bent down next to my bed to plug my phone into its wall charger, I noticed a folded piece of paper. It was brown with age, slightly worn, and with writing on it. I opened it up and saw this:





It's a letter dated August 20th, 1849. My initial reaction was, "there's no way my roommate would go this far to fuck with me."

I still have no real idea where the hell it came from. The only possible explanation is that it fell from the box spring or mattress while I was turning it over, but that's barely plausible. The other possibility that's a little less plausible is that my bed is really a sentient time machine named Benton the Bed and this is our first official adventure. Yeah, that sounds better.

After reading the parts I could make out, I deduced that the writer is one John E. Holmes, former Lieutenant Governor of Wisconsin. The letter was for a James H. Dunbar, although I couldn't find any information on him. The letter itself is pretty congenial and dry, asking if Mr. Dunbar will be visiting Wisconsin and discussing topical events like the State Agricultural Fair in Syracuse where Mr. Holmes wishes he could see the "live President of the United States" that will be attending the event, even though he doesn't have the nicest things to say about President Taylor, "whom I consider a little the most contemptible of any who have occupied the station."

OOOOH PRE-CIVIL WAR BURN.

Anyway, the discussion moves towards things like his sick kid, reports of cholera, and yearly harvests. And he really milks his sentences for all they're worth, with concise zingers like "I must tell you by way of recording events."

I plan on taking it to someone a little more knowledgeable about these sorts of things tomorrow. For now, I'm going to pretend I'm Nicholas Cage and I'm about to knock National Treasure 3 out of the fucking park.

Hopefully by the time I post an update about this, I will either be rich or being chased by Confederates and then rich.