A little sketch I did for the “Blue Hour” show at Auguste Clown Gallery that opens next month.
Me and my crew are lovin’ our new @samho #giant #robot print! http://samuelho.com/nosmallvictories/
Caprica 6 learns to groove.
For Gauntlet Gallery’s “Re-Discovery” show. A tribute to Daft Punk.
16x20 inches. Original is for sale. $920
Painting some fun new little pieces… #art #scooter #wip
A commission for a client.
For the Tentacle show at LTD Gallery.
“Torment of the Banished”
See it this friday at Gallery 1988’s Official “Bad Robot” show.
10 years ago a kid made an album. It sat around for a long time. Then he got off his bum, mastered it, and uploaded it to the internets. Check it out. It’s still one of my favorite things I’ve ever created (you might even consider supporting my musical fumblings by buying it for a measly $5)…
Blast off octopus. #tentacle #art #painting #wip #spaceship
“Force of a Locomotive”
My piece for the Spoke Art “Scorsese” show that will premier in New York next week. Check it out. http://spoke-art.com/exhibitions/
The feeling that we’ll never be “good enough” isn’t something to remove, my dear grey-faced pudding-pop, it’s the cold, hard, and universal truth that pushes us forward whether we’re amateurs or masters of our crafts.
If I feel I’m good enough at any point in my life, I’ll be both a massive disappointment to the tiny angel-winged/shoulder-mounted version of me, and have effectively cheated myself of exploring my own human capacity. Like many problems that people face, how you use the struggle will determine its effect on you. It’s shockingly easy to let the abstract fear of never amounting to anything cripple you into a sobbing, fetal-position-assuming, ball of angst and pouting, but (though more difficult) turning that fear on its head and using it as the glorious fire under your ass to keep moving… well it keeps you alive and willing to attempt to make that life worthwhile.
I get embarrassingly giddy when I see artists 40-50 years older than myself and their work has evolved exponentially over the course of their lives, continues to do so, and that even near the end, they feel their work still won’t be good enough after their dying breath. You can see that as a morbid and depressing thought, sure, OR you can see it as a delightful and life-affirming reminder that most people are never happy with who they are and what they’re capable of — but we get to spend our lifetime improving our skills and subsequently — ourselves.