PROOFZ/PROFZ (suggested listening: Control-Spoek Mathambo)

I've been a busy little bee these days. No joke. Sometimes this art thing takes over my life, and I forget other important things like minding this blog (Sorry Prof!), eating, sleeping, and anything resembling sanity. But I digress. This is a colored proof of one of the three copper plates I am working on for the upcoming critique. The piece you see here is composited of two plates, one printed once, the other, twice.

The lovely poop brown color is a combination of Cadmium Orange and Yellow Ochre (2:1) which, according to Kurt has produced "French Ochre". Whatever that means. More on that later.

Oh shit. We'll you'll definitely need to know who Kurt is. Hold up.

Bam.

There he is, our fearless leader, Mr. Kuurrrrrrrrrt Kemp! If you are a printmaking student at Sonoma State University (as I am), you undoubtedly have come face to face with him. Consider him to printmaking as you would Anthony Bourdain to culinaria (is that a word?). He's an acclaimed printmaker who has been working at Sonoma State since before I was effin' born. His work is notable for its bizarre realities full of big heads with giant noses and the other flotsam and jetsam that populate his odd dimensions. The man is wacky as fuck. Sounds dope, sign me up. 

I mean, where is this place anyway? and If I went there, would I survive? Only one way to find out.

PRINTMAKE. AND MAKE SNACKS. LIKE THESE: 

BAM. 

Now that my nose is sufficiently brown, look beyond that and see that he's kind of a big influence on my life. And get used to hearing about him, cause he'll most definitely show up on this blog in the future.

 I've developed a new taste for art that I had long forgotten, all through an exploration of this big scary new media: fine art printmaking. It's this remarkable thing that makes a thus far DULL college experience seem more like a revelation. Its one of those standing at the crossroads and not taking the most travelled route. It's like the first time I had a humble piece of tuna sashimi in my grandmother's Philippine kitchen, undoubtedly, and to this day, the most delicious thing I have ever eaten. Poignant as fuck, right?

Anyways. I hope this long post satiates any sort of curiosity I have brewed in you at all. Expect more soon.

A.