Mia More in the morning. #wheatpaste prep. #streetart #creativeprocess

Mia More Art is an evolutionary act. The shape of art and its role in society is constantly changing. At no point is art static. There are no rules. ― Raymond Salvatore Harmon, BOMB: A Manifesto of Art Terrorism See more about wheatpaste art: China Marker Bowie and other portraits Portrait: Jacqueline Latest updates This is how…

Joe Average. #wheatpaste prep. #streetart

He is one of my biggest inspirations…  Thank you, Joe, for allowing me to draw you! These pieces will be pasted next week. Joe Average See more about wheatpaste art: China Marker Bowie and other portraits Portrait: Jacqueline Latest updates This is how we do it Once it’s up, let it go Something this fun…

Latest updates from our #wheatpaste (aka Marxist glue) #streetart blitz, #downtowneastside.

Wheatpaste (also known as Marxist glue, or simply paste) is a liquid adhesive made from vegetable starch and water. It has been used since ancient times for various arts and crafts such as book binding, decoupage, collage, and papier-mâché. It is also made for the purpose of adhering paper posters to walls and other surfaces (often in graffiti). Closely resembling wallpaper paste, it is often made by mixing roughly equal portions of flour and…

China Marker #Bowie and other portraits.

Oh, China Marker I doth love you so. It’s my medium of choice for my graphic novel.  When I die, bury me with a fresh china marker box and a pad of newsprint.  Then cremate me ’cause I’m claustrophobic. Here are some samples from this week’s China Marker portraits. See: Jacqueline Portrait #wheatpasting

Love letter to my son (August 1987)

I found out I was pregnant with my son, Julian, on May 20, 1987.  You gotta love journals with their details.  I was 25 when I wrote and drew these images in my journal on August 10, 1987.  I addressed every entry after that to the baby until he was born.  I recall my daughter…

Love letter to my daughter (March 1985)

I was about to turn 23 when I drew and wrote this in my journal 26 years ago.  I was 4.5 months pregnant with my daughter.  I always referred to her as Felix.  It wasn’t until the moment she was born and I saw her, that I yelled out, ANNA!  I “recognized” her immediately. March…

There’s a blue bird in my heart… Charles Bukowski, poet

Henry Charles Bukowski (born Heinrich Karl Bukowski; August 16, 1920 — March 9, 1994) Coffee and Ink, 1999           From Bukowski’s AS THE SPARROW Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be young; I cry when it is…

Large charcoal piece up for silent auction March 10 #artevent

In 1986, my teacher (artist/surrealist) Martin Guderna, facilitated a paradigm shift in how I approached drawing.  This was my resulting “thesis” piece for the course.  That’s 25 f*cking years ago!!  I’m putting it up for silent auction on March 10.