Changing my blog

Alas, there is a blog I actually post on regularly:

http://makubo.tumblr.com/

Cardboard Reminiscing Past Lives...

Prompt: Create a 3D form out of a 4x6 ft. piece of cardboard, without cutting away or adding. The structure must unfold back into the 4x6 cardboard in one piece.

Concept: I wanted to do something organic, and the tree idea is kind of satyrical theme I’ve been playing around with lately. But apparently I completely missed the point of this assignment, and was extremely “left of field…and way beyond the prompt”, etc, etc. It has too many representations of iconic things, and most of all; it incorporated too many ideas into one small project. In the words of my professor, “you were biting off more than you could chew”. I think I’ve finally learned his definition of “sculpture” versus “form”.

Overall, I have no idea what I’m doing.

Head Like a Kite

Prompt: “Disengage”
(Stop motion animation, indie ink on tracing paper).

Music: Swedish Boy by Obi Best

Some Midnight Sketching

No, that is not a sweater design, that is a tattoo.

College Brochures Reverting to their Original Form

Lesson Learned:

Never papier mache with whole grain organic flour.

Supplies:
- Accumulated college brochures sent to me in high school.
- Monopoly money
- chicken coop
- wood
- crappy flour

Message:
I think you can figure this one out. If you can't, maybe you should go to college. (It's too bad sarcasm doesn't travel through internet text).

2006 sketches - various models

These were done at the Gage Academy of Art 24 hr Drawing Jam. They had some actors come in from a local theatre group doing some poses.

2004 sketches - model A

These are some old sketches I did back in freshman year of high school at Gage Academy of Art. The model never showed up, so the instructor modeled for us. He was a great subject anyway.

Eternally Entangled

Prompt: A platform, stage or site for the redress of misdemeanors of public accountability.

I went to Bethlehem (Palestine) on Christmas this year, and these were all taken that day as I was crossing the West Bank Barrier. I sewed each photograph together with red thread. There is a myth that a red thread is tied from our finger to our soul mate. I took that idea and applied it to a less romantic situation. I believe that Israel and Palestine/all the Abrahamic religions are forever entangled. Christmas festivities seems inappropriate for that country, especially considering the last few months. The West Bank Barrier has become an oxymoron in the way that its purpose is to trap/protect but is now a testimony of its own infamy.

Sketchbook Scans

These are a few scans from my sketch book, which has been sent to Cooper Union. I wasn't able to scan much of it, so there's not much to post.

All of the above was done in black sumi brush pens, they're basically brushes with sumi ink cartridges. I bought them at Kikokuniya, they are rather pricey, but what isn't at Kikokuniya?
The finer tipped ones are not actual brushes, they are just shaped foam. But the larger sizes are actual brushes, with long bristles that have a more sumi look to them but are hard to handle.

So I really want a Kikka Menso sumi brush. I'm asking a friend to buy some in Japan, they're pretty cheap, like 650 yen each.
Takehiko Inoue started using the kikka menso pretty consistently while he created Vagabond. Most graphic novelists use a G pen nib, but I really like the weight and movement you get out of sumi brushes.

Pic 1: I drew a bunch of crows in flight because I wanted to better understand the way a bird moves for a stop-motion animation I want to draw.

Pic 2: I was inspired by some one's dreadlocks I saw on the bus, and drew this. It got me experimenting with the different kinds of textures I could get out of the sumi pen.

Pic 3: I had an awful dream one night when I was living in Israel. Basically I was working for some big time corporation as an artist of some sort, and I was having a secret meeting with the boss about some illegal contract I had been working under. We were about to renew the contract, but I felt so shitty about it (even though I got paid extra), so I told the boss that I didn't want to be a part of any of it anymore, and he got ridiculously pissed off, and for a second I thought "what am I saying!?", but then I realized that it was the right thing to do. So I quit. I became unemployed, and then I had to go to some birthday party for a friend I really didn't like that much, so I went through my box of regifting crap.

Pic 4: This is a little portrait of Voronin, the Ukrainian Illusionist. He's apparently the greatest magician in the Ukraine. He commissioned for Teatro Zinn Zanni for a while, I read an article about him and became obsessed, but I never had the money to actually see his performances.
One day I was at the Gage Academy of Art for their annual 24-hour Drawing Jam, and I was waiting in one of the classrooms, chalk and paper on an easel, I had a great spot right in front of the stage, just waiting for a model to show up. Suddenly Voronin (in all his gothicly magic glory) waltzed on stage. I was pretty stunned, he waved his hands dramatically to introduce himself, and sparkles showered from his arms. As he sat down, he whipped out a Hungarian cigarette and smoked it with his Vivienne Westwood armor ring. After the session, he glided around, pulling a few tricks here and there, while looking at all the drawings of him. As the guest model, he was allowed to pick a few drawings to keep for himself. He stopped at my drawing, which was devastatingly dark and gothic, croaked a few words of fancy, and asked for mine. His breath smelled like thousand year old dried rosemary.