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No on 15!

So Chris Culliver, number 15 on the San Francisco 49ers, came out against gays during an interview with Artie Lange saying the following:

“Nah, I don’t do the gay guys, man … I don’t do that,” said Culliver.

Lange then asked if there were any homosexual players were on the 49ers.

“No, we don’t got no gay people on the team,” said Culliver. “They gotta get up out of here if they do.”

“Can’t be with that sweet stuff,” continued Culliver. “Nah…can’t be…in the locker room man. Nah.”

source:

http://sanfrancisco.cbslocal.com/2013/01/30/49ers-cornerback-chris-culliver-gays-not-welcome/

To top it off, Mr. Culliver will most likely never see any repercussions on his statement. A statement released by the 49er’s offers a half ass apology.

What’s really awful about this is that we continually placate bigoted assholes and hold them to a lower standard. Whether it’s Garrison Hearst or Tracy Morgan, they get away with saying the most vile things against homosexuals.

Why is this? Just because this guy is going to the Superbowl? Does that supersede any measure of decency? If I had it my way, he would be suspended from the game, as well as the team. That is the only way to teach bigots a lesson. It’s sad enough that Michal Vic is still allowed to play after his dog fighting scandal.

Why do they get away with this? In my job, I would have been crucified if I said half the things they have said. Why is this different from Michael Richards going off on African Americans? His career was shattered after that. Why is this tolerated by the 49ers? Better yet, the NFL as a whole?

Can you imagine the amount of gay kids that look up to players and then they hear this? President Obama himself came out against bullying and made an It gets better video.

I dare, just one big corporate sponsor to pull out of the Superbowl. Send a message where it really hurts. Not to mention it would easily be the best way to show your solidarity to the LGBT community.

UPDATE:

I guess the pressure was on, because on 1.31.13 the LGBT community received an apology… kind of:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/01/31/chris-culliver-apologizes-anti-gay-remarks_n_2590480.html

In his apology, Chris Culliver says “The derogatory comments I made yesterday were a reflection of thoughts in my head, but they are not how I feel,”

HUH?

What the fuck does that mean? Thoughts in my head but not how I feel? Are you fucking serious? I think Mr. Culliver is still mixed up, so I will explain it to him and all of us right here, right now.

What you thought is that you hate gays. What you feel is that you hate gays. 

What you are thinking in your head now, goes something along the lines of ‘Shit, I fucked up and created a big ol mess in the best gig I have ever had. Many people yelled at me, and now I have to do something about it… so I’m really sorry I fucked up… so um, yeah, it was just my thoughts and not my feelings…’

Give me a break.

A lot of people are throwing around the ‘in the closet’ card. Now there’s a lot of truth in that those who are first to object are usually those that want the dick, but I dismissed the theory at first. After further consideration I have to admit I am starting to reconsider; especially after this photo of the assailant surfaced:

http://theybf.com/2013/01/30/the-49ers-are-pissed-at-chris-cullivers-gays-dont-belong-in-the-nfl-comments-nflers-sing

Now, I’ve seen enough online profiles (believe me…) to know there is just something up with this picture. It’s indescribable as to how gaydar works (the scientist are still trying to figure it out), but my bells are ringing!

Maybe it’s just the pink bracelet.

Diseased or burnt?

One of my artist friends said my recent works, three pieces in particular, look like burnt flesh.

Images 2, 3, and 4 located here

Tonka said diseased.

What do you think?

Lesson #242: How to patch canvas (or how I spent last Monday night)

So every once in awhile, I get a little overzealous, and um… ‘damage’ a canvas. Usually in the form of a rip. Considering prestretched canvas is expensive, (especially because I don’t have the time, energy, or gumption to stretch my own) I formulated a way to repair it.

Here is my most recent victim:

ripped canvas

To patch your canvas, you will need the following (most likely you have these already):

  1. Acrylic medium
  2. Acrylic paint (I’m using black)
  3. Raw canvas
  4. A brush
  5. A palette knife
  6. Paper
  7. Several large books (or something very heavy)
  8. A drop cloth – this is optional, you can use more of the raw canvas as well.
  9. Beer (Any German pilsner or wheat will do)
  10. Bottle opener
  11. The ripped canvas

acrylic mediumacrylic paint

This is a pretty fast process, so you only need a couple minutes.

  1. Open the beer. Drink.
  2. Brush some acrylic medium on the rip of the damaged canvas. be sure to cover all edges, putting any threads that have separated from the canvas back in line. As you do this, you will notice the thickness of the medium starts to create a bond. Do this first on the back of the canvas, then the front. Smooth out any large deposits of medium that seep though on the front to maintain a smooth finish.

    medium on backmedium on front

  3. With the palette knife, place some paint on the back of the canvas. Be generous.

    paint on knifepaint on back

  4. Cut a piece of raw canvas just bigger than the area to be patched. Place this on the back of the canvas right on top of the paint.

    raw canvaspatch applied

  5. With your palette knife, place some paint on the small piece of canvas and smooth it out. You will feel the paint underneath moving a bit. This is okay, but try to keep the patch as still as possible.

    paint on patch

  6. Drink some beer.
  7. You should notice that the paint is more or less keeping things together now. If not, use more paint. You should be able to tilt the canvas now and examine the front. Carefully smooth out any large deposits that have come through the rip. Optionally, you can brush on more paint if you wish to to ‘seal’ the rip on the front. Do this fairly quickly as not to risk the integrity of the canvas recently applied to the back.

    paint bleeding throughpaint smoothed out

  8. Flip your canvas back over and place some paper on the patch (note to protect your floor with a drop cloth or some raw canvas).

    paper on patch

  9. Make sure your canvas is level and place the books or heavy object on the paper. Make sure you have significant weight on the canvas part itself and not the stretcher bars. Also make sure you aren’t tweaking the stretched canvas elsewhere with the weight. Notice my doctor’s office blue drop cloth.

    heavy object

  10. Finish your beer
  11. Go dancing at Deathguild

Let the above dry over night. Depending on temperatures and humidity, the patch should now be dry enough to pick up the canvas. Do this very carefully as some paint may have seeped through, adhering the canvas to the drop cloth, but should still be pliable as not to cause an issue. This will give you some time to examine the front of the piece and make any minor adjustments. If you do have any unsightly deposits of paint, you can smooth them out (very carefully) with your palette knife. Remember, the patch is not fully dry yet! You will see a ‘scar’, but don’t worry about perfection yet. Set it out to dry fully.

This is what the finished patch will look like. Notice the ‘scar’ detail. You can now slather on a bunch of paint to hide it, or use it as an effect in your composition. I took the picture with a flash to highlight the texture:

 finished

Good as new!

Lesson #241

Painters tape will gladly relieve you of India ink recently ‘dried’ on canvas.

 

india ink

i have exactly seven keys on my key ring.

My kitchen is literally a storage area for paintings:

Cute bunny rabbits

So I’m back in the studio painting cute bunny rabbits.

Open studios has come and gone, and now my studio is totally cleaned out. Totally. New drop cloths. It’s this sterile doctor office blue drop cloth now.

So as I began to put some details on Mr. Cute Bunny Rabbit no1, I started to outline this great eye detail, Just where the fur meets. Tori Amos‘s version of Slayer‘s “Raining Blood” is playing. And I flick the brush over the canvas, get more water, flick, switch brushes, paint, paint, then some more water and now some more white. No, water. Get some more wat — splash!

And that is how, my friends, you test the water capacity of the new doctor office blue drop cloth.

He did it all for you

This piece was originally entitled “A son to a father”.  I decided against this title because I didn’t want my peers to think it was about me and my father.

This idea started festering when I met other men in the workforce who had young sons. They would talk about them, and it didn’t take me long to realize what they were doing wrong. It wasn’t my place to say, and on the occasion where I dropped subtle hints, I was always dismissed as a young artsy type with a goofy moustache that didn’t know anything. I contend they were afraid of the truth.

When you loose a parent, you develop a new understanding as you link up events in your head in reflection on their life. Unfortunately this happens after the fact, and was never seen as an asset in my wisdom.

Another interesting aspect is the fact that some of these men were more or less talked into having kids from their spouse. To clarify – a lot of parents truly want to have children and plan accordingly. Most of us have a strong drive to reproduce, as it’s built into our genetic makeup (a drive I fortunately did not receive), but sometimes this drive is paired up with inappropriate timing or other obstacle. So in many situations the male doesn’t want the added responsibility, at least just yet. And it takes about a whole three seconds to realize where a parent fits on this spectrum when you see them in Safeway. After all, no one knows how to be a parent, they just (hopefully) do the best they can when the time comes.

When men have a son, a whole new dimension opens up and a sense of pride is developed. It’s almost a god complex when they consider they made what will become a man in their own image.

To some, that child represents an unconditional love that will most likely morph into a love-hate relationship as adolescence sets in. And parents know this. You get caught in a catch 22; if the child is the same sex as you, you know what they are in for and it’s terrifying to watch. If they are the opposite sex, you ultimately will never fully understand them.
But I digress.

So the men that originally got my gears turning were very good at getting up everyday and going to work, to provide and build a good home life. But I always wondered, when I met these children, what they were really providing for the child, emotionally and spiritually. The family I feel sorry for the most involves the father who insinuated he was waiting until his boys were a bit older so he could really bond with them.

I wasn’t able to communicate to him just how detrimental his process was.

A diary of sorts…

Everyone knows that painting is a diary of sorts, and it is no surprise to be reminded of this as I start to refactor the galleries on my site.

I never know exactly how to display my work as many pieces have little or no relation to another while others do (some are series spanning years), not to mention the differences in style I jump between. Chronological order just seems the best way to conquer this beast.

What I wasn’t prepared for is the the way my analytic mind gave into the emotions of pieces ordered throughout the years. Not that these are unresolved, but when I think of a piece, I know exactly where I was and what I was doing when I started it, as well as when I finished it. Not only physically, but also mentally. Upon thinking about or sometimes handling a piece, I am transported to the time and space of wading through the ego or stepping into the shadow. Looking at the whole, I can recognize large sets of time correlated with events that produced a specific kind of work, and other time/event combinations where I was complacent and the reasons why. It is not so much that one understands things better in reflection, but that one cannot fully understand things while working through them.

The daunting task before me is leveraging this knowledge to try and further understand the why’s and how’s in the big picture of my work as a whole, as a reflection of life. Any creative outlet is, as is life, an experiment.

GODDAMNIT!

godamnit