chrissharp3000

2011-02-25T07:56:00.001-08:00

I was so excited after I ran 12 miles I wrote the President and totally forgot about it. Stupid endorphins. I just was so jazzed about running after being a smoker. In 36 years I wouldn't have thought it was possible.

I read this letter from WWI to the President (? not sure who the President was) from a soldier. It stayed with me. The letter was extremely repetitive about kicking the Kaiser out, and listed the following: GOD, the President, and the dear old US of A.

mousetrap

2011-02-14T08:50:00.000-08:00

I almost lost my head. I put a sign up on a roof and just after putting hardware in realized the ladder was now on the other side of the sign. I took all but the center hardware out of it and turned the sign 90 degrees and perched it in a position that left it with a surprising amount of velocity once it started. The sign weighs about thirty pounds.

I had a good opening at Brooks Dental on Thursday. I did however get an odd comment... a compliment in a sense. "I really like your work, I just wish I could afford it." It's an odd thing to hear. I do have a formula or a rule of thumb that I go by and I do feel strongly that it is logical and I'm not going to change prices of paintings to a lower price in hopes that I'll start selling a lot of them. I wonder if I had a lot of money in the bank and was paying a mortgage instead of rent if that would reflect in my pricing- I wonder if it would reflect in the paintings themselves too.

2011-02-10T08:45:00.000-08:00

This photo is for Mickey and Aaron at Artco. It's cedar planks joined on the back with one by twos. The wood shrank a lot as it dried and I think if I had to do it over again I'd purchase a inventory of wood to dry and distress before beginning the project. There is a video of me 'distressing' the sign but it's not a sexy as it sounds.

I wish I remember the name of that place in SoDo. Lots of gothic by in the front window. I think there was a safe painted in the window also... ? It's right by the strip club.

mothers day

2011-02-08T07:52:00.000-08:00

moms. everybody has one. one of my favorite painters Dean Benish once said that if you mom likes your painting it's no good. he showed with Philip Guston- or at least studied under him, my memory is foggy.

2011-02-04T09:49:00.001-08:00

2011-02-03T09:22:00.000-08:00

2011-02-02T08:26:00.000-08:00

I was watching this move.... it was sort of a walk around with different philosophers and this one lady had it right. I don't remember exactly what she said but something to the effect of designating meaning finitely leads to no good end. Absolutism and singularity is a bad deal. People that purport to know the truth in a linear unquestioning way have no ethical substance.

This may lead me into my aversion to talking about any art. Especially art that I've made. When writing or talking about it upon reflection is never 100% correct. Whenever anyone talks about their work I do cringe but after some time has passed I do have to admit I get a little jealous. Selling your competence I think is more about showing your confidence. I'd like to be more specific here but no good examples come to mind when thinking about what not to do when talking about your art.

2011-01-31T12:46:00.000-08:00

I built a flat bar in the studio today. It didn't take very long and doesn't use any hardware. In theory it is possible to skate it. It's going to happen.

Good skateboarders to me aren't athletes. They don't practice, they are simply very good at what they do- and they always will be. What they do is more in the realm of mysticism. They bend probability and change mathematical odds because of their perception and experience. If you don't know what I'm talking consider this video of Toy Machine's Billie Marks.

huckster!

2011-01-28T07:38:00.000-08:00

The thing I don't like about facebook/online journaling is that you are forced to soften the edges of your posts. You can't be specific about what's really going on in your life because the person you may be venting about might read what you write. You might actually not want them to do that. Consequently I get a few posts from my friends on facebook that are so vague and emotional it's laughable. Don't get me wrong- I feel bad for anyone who is feeling bad. Venting can be useful and necessary- it's just, I often read things that I would write to myself and wonder what was all the bother about? The force was there, but all gone at the same time. Even this post upon review will be dashed in the emotional sense. (I think for some reason this feeds back into my tirades about sentiment).

This photo (by the way) is the best manual pad ever built. Ever. It is for skateboarding only. After we are done using it I'm going to make it into a painting for a fundraiser for the Pantages. Yup. Also people should take note the fundraiser for the Pantages is giving %50 back to contributers of original works. You get fifty back? Yep. I think so. Is that right? That's like having a gallery show if it's true... Anyway for skateboarding it's the best thing built (using three screws and scrap woods).

2011-01-27T08:14:00.000-08:00

I fell hard skating the ramp. It was bad. Jeremy and Jeff went outside so I was thankfully alone. I hit my hand and my unmentionables- the ones that aren't the balls. At first I just laid there and I thought I might be hamming it up for myself. The first rush of pain sprinkled over me and I immediately got up to inspect my numb hand. As I poked around my swelling palm looking for broken bones I felt a loss of hearing, sweat wicking off my skin, my mouth dried. As the pain in my abdomen grew a partial loss of vision and dizziness. It was like dope. For real. At one point when I picked something up and decided I was going to be okay- no broken bones and I remained conscious I thought, 'people pay good money for this feeling.'

gawwwwwd!

2011-01-26T08:24:00.000-08:00

I hate beer culture and all seasonal beers. 100%.

For a while I was into riding bicycles. It was all I thought about. Mainly because I was trying to stop drinking as much (or ride a bike and not get a dui) and get a respectable life under my feet. I don't know if that whole plan failed or not but I did stop drinking in the obsessive and desperate table-for-one way. Bikes took over my life and I would get a new one (that I could fix up) every two to three months.... they became less of a present tense hobby and more of a nest egg.... or a lifestyle I could see myself living with that bike. It's like each bike was this future I could see myself in- I'd buy it, clean it up and then live there in my ideal future. Eventually the horrors of reality set in and you have twelve bikes in your living room. Oh well.

I do hate saying this but I get super bummed with the crowd falling in with what I do. I don't like picking up bikes and riding and then everyone jumps in all enthusiastically and wants to talk about it. It's bad- that mechanism that gives me the 'oh, it's all overrun with hipsters, oh!' tirade.

I've been walking a lot lately. Everyone should get into it.

grrr..... mmmmm

2011-01-25T08:04:00.000-08:00

I wanted to make it a mean spirited blog.... I'd find people on the street eating spaghetti and mustard sandwiches and write a bunch of funny things about them- post their photo.... but it's a small town. You get the drift. I've also considered writing about my paintings and my process, but whenever I write anything about painting or art it has this really short life.

I'm not sure why I don't like sentiment or whimsey. It seems dangerous, potentially, embarrassing, and super temporary. I don't like the word java... I'm hating coffee culture more and more. Most days I work in public and go to the easiest source of free internet the 'local guy' coffee shop. My reactions make me angry with myself. People chatter, they order the weirdest drinks with such connoisseurship. They talk over perfectly good music while holding text books. I never flirt with saying anything but every once and a while I think to myself ,'get a hold of yourself man, your in public for chris sake!'.

blag

2011-01-24T08:44:00.000-08:00

man I hate modest mouse (the band)! I'm not sure why other than my one time brush with the semi famous drummer. He took me and a few people out to dinner (? it was pretty late). I think he was trying to win the affections of my lady friend asking her to punch him in the face. She didn't.

Oh yeah and there is that rape surrounding the band's front man. I totally forgot all about that.

I'm going to the studio today. I'm hoping to not skate the ramp too much and not hurt myself. OH and I have to do the cookie run.... and turn in my funding grant to tacoma today by five.... grrr. Hoping to get five thousand dullers. Nobody gets full funding though.

2008-09-03T16:05:00.000-07:00

took forever to upload this image. Weird huh? Formats. You'd think to a self-employed-graphic-designer that troubleshooting file formats would be second nature.

2008-09-03T07:52:00.000-07:00

there's another photo coming. Blogger isn't having it today. Look at the "older post" for the first of two photos.

real close

2008-09-02T21:56:00.001-07:00

2008-08-30T22:03:00.000-07:00

I felt like all of the painting was done in the same key.... All of it seemed too light, in a way that was in it's very beginning- too light. Even if the goal it that lightness it seems fitting that (if for only formal reasons) to have dark in the painting to cover up.

It seems realer. This seems like a painting I do. There is more work to do too.

Some pray for rain- others snow. I'm praying for drying.

2008-08-28T11:47:00.000-07:00

At certain times in my life I've found that progress is suitable- it's even good. Like now. I've spent some time mixing my own oil paint. I've understood that oil takes longer to dry, but I keep running into patches that won't dry for now. It's nauseating when looking at deadlines, and accommodating other work.

again... so?

2008-07-30T11:56:00.001-07:00

There is a fly in here today. I've got the place too cluttered to really make a go at him. I opened the window thinking that he'd fly out. It's giant.

When I was cooking I'd have to bring water to the table... or coffee. Most of the time I'd be in the kitchen cooking and not in front of the customers. In the beginning I'd keep thinking to myself, "don't pour it on their lap, don't pour it on their lap..." I was out of my venue and WAS a little nervous about messing up, but saying that made it interesting. It was one of the jokes I had with myself and Barry to get into the job.

This painting came out really easily, but to continue I'm going to find that mindset of not pouring in the lap to finish it.

In other news I talked to my dad today about a self portrait project called Faux Pa, where I dress up like my father, recreating memories of he and I and take photos. He didn't seem opposed to the idea, but when I asked him about taking some of the photos he got a little dodgey, but I don't know how I'd react to that either.

2008-07-29T09:33:00.000-07:00

2008-07-29T09:07:00.000-07:00

soo...

2008-07-29T09:01:00.000-07:00

I'm often putting things off not because I don't want to do them, but usually I set some other task in front of it. After a while you have a dialog about, "I can't do this now because I haven't done that..."

Making a painting has little to do with buying batteries, maintaining a blog, or finding a usb cable, but sometimes I suppose it is possible to set that task in front of the making a painting.

Day 1

2008-06-16T11:01:00.000-07:00