quatre-vingts

new year!

2010-01-17T13:06:00.000-08:00

Me and Martin made these postcards with his Diana camera. A little late on posting, but I like them.

A Mughal American Bedroom

2010-01-12T10:29:00.000-08:00

I made this funny little drawing the other day.

I've been looking at Mughal Miniatures for the past year. The Mughal school, from the 16th-17th century, is a really specific type of Indian painting, which makes my brain just go nuts. The compositions, like most Indian miniatures are tight, brightly colored, severely labored, and are loaded with stories of history and religion.

They're pretty fantastic.

So, I drew George and Martha Washington's bed in Mount Vernon.

I'm not that psyched on the drawing itself, but I totally got back in the groove with this one!

Welcome back! I'm drawing!

it's coming around.

2009-10-27T21:42:00.000-07:00

dreams coming true in old los angeles.

This weekend: I helped out on my friend's movie, and let me tell you, I think I fell in love with the whole idea of movie making.
Also, I met two new friends, who I instantly also fell in love with, and can't wait to work more with in the future.

Today: we started a school, and we're coming out with a mail order very soon.

Last note: I felt a chilly breeze tonight, school is in session and it felt like Autumn today.

Good news!

I'm starting to like this town, but it's taken some time.

2009-09-29T20:56:00.000-07:00

let's do it together. I think I'm ready.

2009-09-20T11:46:00.000-07:00

The best, genuine and original ideas we'll ever have are coming to us now, write them down, make note and we'll spend the rest of our lives bringing those ideas to fruition.

thanks james.

2009-08-21T10:08:00.001-07:00

I'm moving to L.A.

September 8th.

how does an indecisive person decide?

2009-08-19T04:51:00.001-07:00

uh oh, got that job in L.A.

what I've learned so far:

2009-08-02T23:43:00.001-07:00

doing things together is a whole lot funner.

invite everyone you know.

talk and talk and talk and talk.

if you're going to do it, believe in it, if you believe in it you better damn well do it the best you possibly can.

sleep isn't going to be a thing we get as often as we want.

love your friends as much as you can, and show them how much you appreciate them.

whisper to yourself before bed, and talk to yourself as often as you can.

write and write.

document what you've done, because if you can't share it, it's as if it had never existed.

the more people you can work with, the better it gets.

don't forget you need a little loving too.

you can only do as much as you can do, but you can do a whole lot.

love yourself and know what you love.

At Barney's

2009-08-01T17:00:00.000-07:00

i have an interview next week in L.A.

the grocery store

2009-07-27T15:07:00.001-07:00

2009-07-20T09:52:00.001-07:00

come on down to bridgeport and see our show!

2009-07-19T02:12:00.000-07:00

i think i just realized there is an entire world out there and it's waiting.

new illustration

2009-07-07T16:59:00.001-07:00

illustration i did for the Mutiny, which is a newsletter for my building. 15 copies printed. max.

images

2009-07-07T08:12:00.001-07:00

hiiigh

2009-07-02T22:45:00.000-07:00

2009-06-28T17:19:00.001-07:00

hey

2009-06-28T17:19:00.000-07:00

hey

2009-06-22T12:46:00.000-07:00

just found out i owe one million dollars for student loans.

whoa, stoked.

2009-06-12T07:01:00.000-07:00

Modern architecture documentary.

illustrations for June's Glasses-Glasses, magazine.

2009-05-29T15:02:00.001-07:00

really cheesy.

2009-05-28T21:43:00.000-07:00

illustration for Jettison Quarterly

2009-05-27T18:15:00.001-07:00

a graduate

2009-05-17T09:13:00.000-07:00

Back in business

2009-05-15T07:41:00.000-07:00

i love this boy.

listing

2009-05-10T08:39:00.001-07:00

http://comeuptomyroom.com/

a new illustration for my friend's chapbook

2009-05-08T15:37:00.001-07:00

It's almost time:

2009-05-07T08:13:00.000-07:00

I have one more class on Monday and then: fin.

As always, I'll make a list of what i need to accomplish:

drawings

sunshine

friends

books

shaved legs

skirts

clean hair

lemons in water

here's a drawing i did a bit ago

The Shelter Corps

2009-05-04T13:21:00.001-07:00

Me and Pete looking very serious about our show.

spring is here

2009-04-30T07:44:00.000-07:00

2:00 am: Driving to the diner with the convertible top down, only to purchase a chocolate milk shake 10 minutes before bed and after an entire night of dancing.

Inspirations

2009-04-27T18:56:00.001-07:00

Friends!

2009-04-27T18:19:00.000-07:00

There's nothing better than feeding each other cold soup.

Shelter Corps

2009-04-27T18:11:00.000-07:00

These are pictures from this past week-end, and the opening of the Shelter Corps show that Teddy, Pete and I organized.

It was really refreshing to have so many people in one place working together.

Seripop posters, chinese baby print that i made, and tate foley, love.

2009-04-20T22:21:00.001-07:00

This is a poster that I made and sold at the Version Fundraiser.

Tate Foley

Nous Vous Design Collective

2009-04-14T07:53:00.000-07:00

Nous Vous

And some other goodies

wearin' the work clothes, goin' to work.

2009-04-06T21:37:00.000-07:00

Sumi Ink Club

2009-02-26T10:57:00.001-08:00

Sick collective of artists based out of Los Angeles, the Sumi Ink Club. Seriously, so good. Why doesn't EVERYONE do this?

Siggi eggertsson

2009-01-29T09:34:00.000-08:00

Really nice work by this Icelandic Illustrator. Some of my favorite work is his use of American Basketball cards, collected from when he was a child. Siggi has over 20,000 cards and puts them into his fantastic Icelandic design.

reposted from grainedit, a great design blog.

too good.

2009-01-21T12:31:00.001-08:00

life's good.

pictures coming soon.

this guy rules.

2008-10-13T22:21:00.001-07:00

I had a critique today in my "experimental drawing" class that left me leaving very annoyed. So, i found this guy, whom I've seen before, for example, 'him', the little hitler that scares the shit out of you after you've realized it is not, however a little boy knealing, but HIM.

Maurizio Cattelan, not taking art so seriously like the conceptual art kids in my drawing class who use big words for their big egos.

an interview with the man.

what is the best moment of the day?
I LOVE THE SMELL OF NAPALM IN THE MORNING

what kind of music do you listen to at the moment?
WAGNER, MOSTLY.

do you listen to the radio?
YES, A LOT, BUT I LOOK FOR COMMERCIALS.

what books do you have on your bedside table?
THE BLIND LEADING THE NAKED.

do you read design magazines?
I LOOK AT THE PICTURES.

where do you get news from? newspapers?
ANYWHERE, THEY ARE MOSTLY LIES ANYWAY.

do you notice how women are dressing?
OH YEZ.

do you have any preferences?
NO, ANYTHING GOES.

what kind of clothes do you avoid wearing?
MINI SKIRTS.

do you have any pets?
DO BACTERIA COUNT?

when you were a child, did you want to become an artist?
NO, I WANTED TO BECOME A DESIGNER, BUT I WASNT SMART ENOUGH.

where do you work on your artistic concepts?
ON THE PHONE.

who or which organization would you like to develop
something for?
I TEND NOT TO WORK WITH A SPECIFIC PERSON IN MIND.
ART IS A MATTER OF STATISTICS: IT'S NOT ABOUT INDIVIDUALS,
IT'S ABOUT PEOPLE.

do you discuss your work with other artists?
I TRY TO DISCUSS IT WITH EVERYONE: EVERY PIECE IS A TEST,
AND IT NEEDS TO BE CONFRONTED, CRITICIZED, DESTROYED
AND REBUILT. I TEND TO AVOID MY OWN OPINIONS,
AND JUST TRUST THE OTHERS.

describe your style, like a good friend of yours would describe it.
LAZY.

can you describe an evolution in your work from your first projects
to the present day?
I TRY TO MOVE SIDEWAYS: SO THERE ARE NO EVOLUTIONS,
ONLY DIGRESSIONS.

what project has given you the most satisfaction?
PROBABLY THE ONES I COULDNT REALIZE:
THEY ARE STUCK IN MY MIND, AND THERE IS NOTHING I CAN
DO TO GET RID OF THEM.

is there any artist from the past, you appreciate a lot?
WARHOL UEBER ALLES.

is there any designer and/or architect from the past,
you appreciate a lot?
BORROMINI.

any advice for the young ?
GET OLD SOON.

what are you afraid of regarding the future
EVERYTHING.

morning mourning.

2008-10-12T08:51:00.000-07:00

Ryohei Yanigahara

I've been up for 3 hours now, but of course i only have 7 minutes until I have to leave for work and I'm still sitting here like a wreck in my pajamas.
Tonight I get to smoke cigarettes with my grandma, arm-wrestle my niece, and eat cake.
I've been listening to Beirut so much lately. They are too good.

for the kids

2008-10-07T20:04:00.000-07:00

Man, alot has been going on here in Adi's life, Chicago, and the state of America. But, today I'm skipping all of this nonsense and heading straight for what makes me happiest lately. children's books. About a year-and-a-half ago I found M. Sasek. He razzled and dazzled my irises so intensely that I quickly became obsessed with 1960's children's books and their creators.

On Sundays, I work with Alice, whom oddly enough I've mentioned already. But, it's important to bring her up again, she's a smart lady. Sunday is the only day at the art store that we have silence. Customers stay in bed a little later, the boss stays at home doing yoga, and the other insane employees are off. So, me and Alice take turns bringing in our favorite things. This week I brought one of my favorite thrift-store finds ever, The Magic String. This is a gorgeous illustrated book from the 1960's. It utilizes print in such a simplistic way that tingles my tastebuds for a little more coffee while I'm falling asleep in the studio trying to reproduce a similarly beautiful children's book. After Alice gasped at the sight of this book, she recommended i look at BRUNO MUNARI. Oh boy, I fell in love. Also, I found this great blog with some contemporary designers who are doing things the old fashioned way.
www.grainedit.com

And, lastly I've been thinking of a room at the Pompidou alot today. It had wonderful drawings of Matisse's plane trees. Black, ink. That's all he ever needed. I'm reading Francois Gilot's book on Life with Picasso. She's remembering her visits to Matisse after his surgeries at the age of 85. She talks about him making those fantastic paper cut-outs in bed, and drawings made with charcoal fastened on the end of a 10 ft. pole. Imagine designing an interior to a church,the priests clothing, and the stainglass windows all from the comforts of your very own bed. On top of that, he had a lovely young assistant whom did all of his leg-work for him in the last years of his life. I give you, Lydia and the Plane trees.

Renoir couldn't stand his work, and Picasso was insanely jealous. What a guy.

i love you Matisse, Marislov, Munari, and Alice.

By the way, has anybody seen the movie Vampyr? And, if so, can you tell me why it's a recognized movie. My teacher, Jonathan Rosenbaum can't. I think it's a stink.

Adi.
(It's my birthday tomorrow)

Pascal's sausage

2008-09-17T14:40:00.000-07:00

This is a story which i've been working on since Paris. It was for a film class with Patricia, my film teacher.
Been thinking, working on it. Not quite finished yet.

There is a man who lived in a tiny town in America. In this town they spoke only French. How, this came about I’m not sure. So, in this town, let’s call it Versay, there was this man who had been the town’s butcher forever, we’ll address him as Pascal. However, with such limitations in this town of French language he had also bestowed a limitation upon himself. He would only make sausages. And in Versay, we’ll call these sausages Les saucissons. He was a lonely French speaking man, because as one might already know, a town’s citizens can’t only eat saucisson, to stay strong and healthy. And because there is only one butcher in town, everyone had given up on him and meat completely. So, the town of Versay was meatless and had in it’s walls one very sad and lonely buthcher.

One day, Pascal decided to leave Versay. If a butcher has no business, he’s got no money. If a butcher has no money, he’s got no car. If he doesn’t have a car, the butcher must create a car himself to leave the depressive imitation French town of Versay. So, under those strict guidelines, Pascal created himself, out of found scrap metal and corn cobs, a beautiful saucisson car. If, for those who have never seen a saucisson car, are interested in knowing what this type of car runs on, it is nothing more than the skins of saucisson.

Because Pascal has had so many years of experience, perhaps his only experience, in making saucisson he had created a casing SO perfect for his saucisson that they can actually fuel a properly made saucisson car.

So, he left. Pascal packed his car full of saucisson incased in the casing which would fuel his way to Canada. Versay is located just outside of Chicago by Midway airport, he had a long trip ahead of him in a car which could not exceed 20 miles an hour. So, by the time Pascal hit Joliet his saucisson car broke down in front of the Joliet diner where he saw a beautiful girl named Juliette. In Joliet, Juliette had stopped for a coffee break on her way to Canada too, at least this is what he hoped for. He hoped her name was Juliette because Juliette rhymes with Joliet, and he thought it would be harmonious to the ear when telling people their love story.

He saw her through the window. She had long brown hair, it was curly and hung down her back so effortlessly. She was a beauty. She wore a navy button up sweater , and a short skirt, …possibly. He couldn’t really see what she was wearing through the bricks that hid her possibly beautiful legs but, he imagined every minute detail of her down to the style of bobby-pin in her wavy brown hair. Come to think of it, it could have been red or black or even blonde hair. He couldn’t seem to see much through the window with such a glare from the morning sun, but he was hoping she had at least some hair. Anyways, he thought, Why is she sitting alone? Pascal wondered, and stared, and stared, at his imagined image of Juliette in the window. A lonely butcher, with no friends and no lovers in his personal history does not know the proper way to act towards a possible new friend. Juliette eventually felt this awkward gawking, and turned to Pascal through the window. Annoyed she gave him the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The most slender, pale skinned middle finger. She’s beautiful, he thought.

So, Pascal ran inside the Joliet diner and sat beside Juliette. She, however was not so beautiful, and she was not a she, she was a he. And he was James. James was a truck driver taking a break from a long haul. James was delivering a truck load of rotten pistachios back to pensylvania. The pistachios were rotten as can be, infested with tiny worms you shouldn’t eat but couldn’t taste if you did. And James, did not know of the pistachios’ rottenness, so James was feeling a little queezy after a 6 hour-long pistachio eating joy-ride. James also doesn’t know what the hell Pascal is saying.
“Je m’appelle Pascal. Ca va? Je pense qui tu est une femme, mais, toi n’est pas, mais. Nous sommes…”
James wasn’t in the mood to punch Pascal in the face like he normally would, so James kindly scooted this skinny foreigner off the vinyl diner bench and walked out, leaving Pascal the check.
Pascal, disheartened and almost at a point of giving up on all society decided to try fixing his saucisson car and head back towards Canada. But, just as he was leaving, a loud, large woman grabbed him by his oversized ears and demanded money from him for Jame’s bill. This butcher hadn’t a cent. But! Alas, he did have some of the best saucissons on this side of the English speaking Mississippi River. So, he offered, Beth, a perfectly made saucisson. She was aggravated at his barter at first but after trying his saucisson she fell in love with these saucissons and their creator, Pascal, instantly.
Pascal, with a broken saucisson fueled car, and his first-ever admirer, decided that instant he will let that damn saucisson car rust until there’s nothing left of it and he’ll stay in Joliet forever with his new lover. Beth, an underpaid waitress was also a bit lonely and thought Pascal’s accent was rather attractive. She never understood why he called her “Bets” but, she can’t understand much anyways so she let it pass.
Through the years which they lasted together, about 2 ½, Bets and Pascal didn’t talk much. This didn’t bother Pascal much, seeing this is how everyone treated him. But Beth quickly fell out of love with Pascal and his annoying language and soon fell quickly in love with every man who ordered a coffee before noon at the diner.
Pascal eventually took a megabus back to Versay after getting a great deal on a one way ticket to a town which no one ever wanted to go. I can’t tell you that Pascal was a happy man in the end, but I can tell you that he was home, and home felt good to a lonely butcher. And by this time, the people of Versay missed their friendless butcher and his tasty saucissons. So, business commenced once again for at least a few months and Pascal dreamed of Juliette, a long haired beauty waiting for him in Joliet.