✨🖼✨ Work in progress sketch for a possible upcoming painting
I’ll be doing a live painting in connection with Angel City Brewery on May 26 during their Annual Heritage Festival. Much of my artwork is related to finding beauty among chaos. One way we can do this is by letting go of things we can’t control so we can put our energy towards things we can. In connection with this mission, this mural will be interactive.
The first 150 people that come to the event will be able to take an egg filled with pigment and write their latest concern, failure, or worry on the egg and at a scheduled time, we will all throw our eggs against the wall of the mural. So together we will put away all of those frustrations and make something beautiful out of it as I’ll incorporate the colored pigment thrown at the wall into the design of the mural.
There will also be a live band, great food and other surprises. Hope to see you there!
12:00 pm – 6:00 pm
216 Alameda St.
Los Angeles, CA 90012
‘Liquid Dreams’(The Millenial Mona Lisa) print will be available this week.
‘Liquid Dreams’(The Millenial Mona Lisa) print will be available this week.
Trying to avoid the 🔥s’ on this Sketchy morning…thoughts & 💕 going out to all my neighbors affected by the #woolseyfire
“Stop passively drifting thru life…Create the the life you wish with the Art as the catalyst…” Watch the full length video.👇🏼 Directed and filmed by the talented Daniel Beyer @daenielbeyer
In the studio today experimenting with colored porcelain on some new sculptural pieces.
A Slaughter for Greed (Stolen Branches that Bleed)✨ii✨
Excited to have new prints available next week for #uniqueLA. All those on the email list will get first dibs. Come by and see them in person Dec 2 & 3.
Finishing up a few last strokes on a commission piece.
Evening 🎨-ing after #uniqueuniversity.
Feeling inspired while walking Peru tonight
Sympathetic Strings(2017) [A Beautiful Decay Series]
Acrylic & Oil on Wood 36’’ ⭕️ Diameter
In the studio finishing up this piece while vibing to @toroymoi’s new album.
•Ishan Project: 329/36•
The San Joaquin River ran drier this year. This drought has been one of the driest we’ve seen in over a 100 years, even before the time when mankind’s records began, so say many potamologists.
There is another kind of drought resonating around Chûndra’s lair today. It feeds Violet’s obsession for her, and Violet’s body still serves as a cradle for the larvae. As she hides in the shadows of the hallway waiting for Kalese, the larvae begin moving excitedly upon her suggestion. Kalese turns the corner, then she begins feeling a tingling sensation crawling along her left leg. She brushed off the irritation when suddenly a sharp pain struck her in her abdomen. She begins to panic now grasping for breath. As her vision finally adjust to the darkness, her consciousness wavers. And just before she passes out, the last thing she sees is Violet’s dark grin.
CRADLE / Mixed Media / 5″ x 6″
•Ishan Project: 279/86•
A GAUZE FOR BLINDING
Once the haze spread rampant, a fractal pattern of the mind was disturbed. Years ago, a distinct spiral pattern of 137.5° was given the name: A Golden angle. This angle forms a compact arrangement that is extremely efficient in distribution of matter creating what people commonly refer to as a Fibonacci sequence. This sequence can be seen in a snowflake, a pattern of a shellfish, or in the circular shapes created from the petals of a flower.
This young lady was one of the first observed by Jeth who took on peculiar changes. She had been dancing by herself one night to a tune created by the rain outside when suddenly, like a gauze, a purple film began blinding her vision. It circled itself around her eyes first destroying the flowers waking effects. It then formed a vice grip around her neck, suffocating then reconditioning her to this new vapor.
Jeth had been watching in horror as her movements once again became robotic.
A GAUZE FOR BLINDING / Mixed Media / 5″ x 8″
•Ishan Project: 244/121•
Anger? This word would only describe it politely. Her rage blazed white as she leaves her chambers. She had been used to controlling matters. Now, it seemed as though this entire time she had been double crossed. This only confirmed her disbelief in that four letter word so many people spoke of. She shudders as she remembers how some had tossed it around so casually. As if it were cliche. Used like dirty rags. Touched like dead men on pale papers. Shared like poisoned candy eaten by children on pagan nights. She’d show them. Yes she’d show them all what it means to feel what she feels.
4 LETTERS / Gouache, Graphite, Color Pencil / 5.5″ x 8.5″
•Ishan Project: 240/125•
A FALLEN LEAF
As they bring the young woman inside their quarters we notice that she’s become incoherent. She had suffered some kind of traumatic experience which put her in a coma-like state. As Aram begins using her healing skills on the young lady she is in awe as she discovers another substance attached to her organism. It was a living breed, somewhat symbiotic in its makeup.
Aram takes a step back now and looks at Jess from a different perspective amazed at her courage, vigilance, and creativity. She had put herself on the line for the 4bearance. She’d need to be rewarded properly. A discussion was brought to the board on which gift would be chosen. After much discussion, they combined their magnetic properties and grafted her a new arm.
As Jess looks in the mirror, I begin discreetly sketching her reflection.
A FALLEN LEAF / Gouache, Pastel, Graphite / 5.5″ x 8.5″
•Ishan Project: 238/127•
Jess looks at him, as he taunts her with his eyes, daring her to make any sudden movement. What she was seeing was unbelievable, but for something this big to sneak up on her, how could she be so careless? He didn’t even have his cloak available. As he gets closer, she begins edging backwards. Composing herself for what will happen next.
Normally his interest was in only eating. He finds her movement of interest. However, as he edges towards her, he feels the moisture in the air around them begin to thin out.
SCALING BACKWARDS / Gouache, Pastel, Graphite / 5.5″ x 8.5″
•Ishan Project: 221/144•
(Con’t from Day 220) First her tendrils began vibrating. Then a mixture began, a changing of the ingredients of circumstance. First in India. Then Africa. Next Russia, which hopped into Spain and both Americas. Turkey, Japan, Portugal, and Buenos Aires also became benefactors. When she stepped back and saw her first days efforts bear seed, she was overjoyed.
MIXTURE / Gouache, Color Pencil / 5.5″ x 4″
•Ishan Project: 216/149•
She’d never forget the scent. Although disguised as a double agent, her memory stayed intact. It was difficult performing this ruse. Yet, it was a necessary action if the 4bearance were to achieve their goal.
TUNNEL VISION / Acrylic, Gouache, Color Pencil / 5.5″ x 4″
•Ishan Project: 215/150•
A SCOURING OF THE PLUME
The Guardian had been running through the fields when a huge gust of wind knocked her down. When her face hit the muddy tracks left behind, she looked up to find another feather. The fog broke and sunlight gazed through the clouds. Now she was able to see more detail. She first notices that a substance is gliding across the feather’s soft texture. She grabs a leather satchel from her belt to obtain this evidence.
Once Aram inspects the substance, it’s confirmed that The Sower’s suspicions were accurate. The sun-eaters had been a hybrid form of Cyanobacteria.
A SCOURING OF THE PLUME / Acrylic, Color Pencil / 5.5″ x 4″
•Ishan Project: 213/152•
A VISCID WALK
Her tendrils drag slowly across the muddy field as she mourns her seedlings. Salty water begins to fall from her eyes and she glances at the dried blood caked onto the lids around those traps placed just days ago. These invisible thieves had taken everything she’d worked so hard for.
A slow drizzle begins. The fog from the bay crosses the peninsula. Looking down, she sees the bird’s footprints. It’s claws had dug down greedily into the soil snatching its victim from its roots. All that remain: water condensation. She hears the first raindrops fall. This marshy field, once teeming with life, is now simply a deserted tomb. The pulsation in her heart skips a beat and her pressure rises. For four generations her family had protected and grown these seeds successfully. The rain begins to pick up now leaving her tendrils soaked. From the corner of her eye she notices movement which changes her focus. A blue green flagella like substance glides across the surface of one of the cavities buried deep in the ground. And then a spark…. An idea is triggered.
A VISCID WALK / Gouache, Graphite, Acrylic, Color Pencil / 3.5″ x 5.5″
•Ishan Project: 211/154•
THE TALON AND THE SUN-EATER
Under the cover of the sun-eaters he walks through the marsh field without any care. The feathers on his body have been re-engineered to sustain their life. His talon crushes another seed as he gulps it’s petals down his long neck. Tasty.
The microorganisms would shield him. They drink in the suns rays as they’re able to sustain their tiny shells which keep him invisible.
THE TALON AND THE SUN-EATER / Gouache, Acrylic, Color Pencil / 8.5″ x 11″
•Ishan Project: 209/156•
All that would be left of us would be shadows of what we used to be, and we wouldn’t even know it. That’s why the guardians are frustrated with grief. They know that if they can’t figure out how the seed is disappearing, the face of the world will change drastically, so they make sure someone is there to watch the crops all day long. They have six shifts of five hours each. The shorter shifts ensure that the Guardian on-duty is alert at all times. The overlap between shifts is there just in case of an emergency. Unfortunately, this still hasn’t been working. Somehow seed still goes missing right in front of their eyes as they are watching. Therefore, to figure out how the seed’s disappearing, traps would need to be set. But what kind?
WATCHFUL SHADOWS / Gouache, Graphite, Acrylic, Color Pencil / 3.5″ x 5.5″
•Ishan Project: 208/157•
I received some disturbing news today. The sower reported that whatever is causing the disappearance of the seeds is moving at such a fast pace, she can’t keep up. It’s wasting precious time and resources to continue to plant when the seeds are being destroyed at such an accelerated rate. Because of this, she has to stop sowing before the 4bear’s resources are completely depleted. Personally, I think they have an idea of what’s happening with the seed and have a plan to try to snuff out the problem before we all become mindless drones. They’re just not saying what it is right now. All we can do is hope, because in the meantime, everything seems to be going Chûndra’s way. And she knows it.
AN INTERRUPTION / Gouache, Graphite, Acrylic, Color Pencil / 3.5″ x 5.5″
•Ishan Project: 207/158•
She was a bit disturbed when she found out Jeth woke her drone, but it actually worked to her benefit. After Chûndra was able to find the girl, she put her through Reconditioning again. It didn’t take as long to work, this time. The girl still had part of the antidote in her blood, which helped her figure out how to improve the process a bit. “How could they be so stupid,” she thought to herself. “They woke her then left her to the wolves.”
TURN / Gouache, Graphite, Acrylic, Color Pencil / 3.5″ x 5.5″
•Ishan Project: 205/160•
BIND FOR A FALL
(Con’t from day 204) As the pollen from the flower travels through her sinuses, they find the molecules from Chûndra’s chemical vapor to bind with it. For this nano-tech had been suppressing this young girl’s grey matter. As the pollen binds with the tiny chem-robot, her body recognizes it as a toxin and is able to overcome it, removing it from her frame. Rheum falls as petals from her eyes. It’s apparent she can begin to focus. Her complexion changes as she pins her hair up and looks over her shoulder…
BIND FOR A FALL / Gouache, Graphite, Acrylic, Color Pencil / 3.5″ x 5.5″
•Ishan Project: 203/162•
(Cont. from DAY 202) There’s a newcomer to town. Someone who seems a little unlike most of the town’s inhabitants. Many of the locals have been talking about him. Reportedly, many have been annoyed by his flowery fragrance and the annoying hummingbird which follows him around. The BFC have tried tracking his whereabouts, but haven’t been able to pinpoint where or what this stranger has been doing at present.
Meanwhile, Chûndra continues her experiment on the inhabitants, making sure her chemical vapor is continuing to saturate throughout this small village. She wants to see how long it will take for the brainwashing to become permanent.
But something begins to bother her. This stranger been able to resist her control so far. How? She’s even multiplied the dosage of the Sufna formula’s vapor, yet she knows he hasn’t succumbed to it. For if he did, he would have materialized by now. He is too much of an unpredictable variable. He can’t stay.
STAY / Gouache, Graphite, Acrylic, Color Pencil / 3.5″ x 5.5″
•Ishan Project: 202/163•
A DESOLATE MIND
She sit’s up high in a balcony in a two story chalet on a hill that overlooks the city of interest. Her interest. It’s already started. Chûndra has made sure her Sufna formula has penetrated every inch of town during the past three months. Slowly lulling the residents into an enjoyable stupor. At least she enjoys it. They most likely don’t even realize what’s happening.
It’s working out nicely. She knows this before the day she introduced herself to the woman pictured in this painting. A woman she had been watching, as she was one of the few that had been fighting the formula for some time. Resisting the effects on her mind. Today though, Chûndra suggests, after a short introduction, not to use the car when she picks up her children from school. Instead, why not walk? Or even better, go to the school whilst hopping on one leg. Funny. She did. No one reacted particularly surprised in the town. Chûndra considers going down to meet her again to tell her to stop. Aahhh, maybe tomorrow.
A DESOLATE MIND / Gouache, Color Pencil Chalk / 3.5″ x 5.5″
•Ishan Project: 201/164•
ARAM IN THE STREET LIGHT OF HYDE AND BEECH IN SAN FRANCISCO
Aram now travels from Brooklyn, NY to San Francisco, Ca. The 4bearance had initiated a thorough investigation as to who had been stealing the seedlings. She must travel in the night however. Chûndra’s army stay lurking, hunting for the leaders of their small pack. So she walks silently but ever cautious. Yet to the average night walker she seemed like just another average girl walking the streets of SF even though as she crosses Beech and Hyde Street, the reflections from the traffic lights cast dark shadows on the flowers peaking through the sweater on her small frame.
ARAM IN THE STREET LIGHT OF HYDE AND BEECH IN SAN FRANCISCO / Gouache, Ink, Chalk / 3.5″ x 5.5″
•Ishan Project: 200/165•
She had been too slow. The Guardian raises her last seedling for inspection. Frustrated, she senses this one was her last undamaged vessel. She had failed. The nighttime cast shadows in her field so she’d need to stay alert now. Panic sits in heart then across her face as she realizes it’s happened again. It was imperative to protect these last few because they only had a small window of opportunity for these seedlings to take root.
TAKE ROOT / Gouache, Graphite, Chalk / 5.5″ x 8.5″