Two-color silkscreen print on Bristol board about 9 x 12 inches
It’s been too long since I’ve printed anything. I first shared a prototype of this design back in September, and really need to print something even if it was wrong. It’s a super small edition of just ten prints, but in four different colors. Continue reading →
Two weeks ago I finally finished my mash up of Homer Simpson with an Andy Warhol dollar sign. And here it is.
“Dough.” 5-color hand pulled silkscreen print, 18 x 24 inches, 2016.
If you’ve been following my Facebook page you’ll know that I live broadcasted most of the printing process. I also have time lapse video drawing the full size films onto frosted mylar and may make a video of the whole process at some point. Most of the illustration was done with a black oil pastel crayon, with the large blocks of yellow and orange filled in with black ink and a brush.
Why Homer Simpson And What Does It Mean?
I was a bit apprehensive about this piece because if it doesn’t cross a line, it approaches it. Up until now I’ve prided myself on doing original concepts. It can be difficult to be successful doing that because if you look around, that is not what people want. And I enjoy a lot of pop art, but I feel so much of it is too easy by taking advantage of a well known and loved property and putting a twist on it. So if I was going to do this, it had to be for good reason and to make a statement I could stand by.
Photo credit: Alex Needham for The Guardian. @alexneedham74 on Twitter.
I would be surprised if you’ve been on the internet lately and managed to avoid hearing about this story. Artist Richard Prince creates blown up canvases featuring screenshots of Instagram posts and sells them for $90,000. Is it art? Is he a thief? Where is my pitchfork? At times I have been tempted to chime in on various Facebook/Twitter/Instagram threads about these works. Most of the comments are pretty negative, and I understand where they are coming from, but my own opinion, while not glowingly positive, is a little more kind. Continue reading →
Once again I have fallen behind my posting duties here. You’d be surprised how long it takes to craft a well thought out meaningful post. So here are some highlights:
Love Poem film positive for exposure
My screen printing studio is coming along. It’s been a bunch of highs and lows as I figure out one thing and then fall on my face at another. Above is a film positive for screen in which I hope to print a new design of my Love Poem which was featured over at Kind Over Matter today.
I’ve been to the West Coast!. Last week I got back from California where I was checking out the LA area and investigating a job opportunity. More on that later.
In addition to the opportunity out west, I’ve still been thinking about the Tentative Quest, in which I tour all 50 states taking my art and music with me. It still sounds crazy, but the idea is getting harder to shake.
Whatever is coming, I feel like the changes are big and scary, but I guess that’s just part of life. When I quit my job two months ago I put those changes into motion and the only way to kind of avoid the coming changes is to take on another factory job somewhere, which I’d really rather not do. As much as my house is starting to feel like a home, I feel like I may have to let go of it to help usher in whatever change I choose.
I’m hoping to make some updates to this website soon, maybe even a new name. I feel like “johneverettmorton.com” is a lot to type out. Right now my biggest focus is getting my screen printing process going (even as the possibility of selling my home becomes more real), so I haven’t be as diligent about updating this site. However, you can still see pretty regular updates at my Facebook page and Instagram.
What do we really know? I mean, really, really know to be the absolute truth?
Imagine you have an apple in your left hand and another apple in your right hand. You should probably know that you have two apples. Now imagine someone comes along, takes one apple from you, takes a bite of it, and hands it back. You don’t quite have two apples anymore, do you? You have one apple and most of another apple. Even if you took the bite from the apple instead of someone else, you don’t still have two apples. It’s close, but not quite two whole apples. That bite of apple is now inside of you. In fact, it’s now becoming a part of you. It’s being absorbed, turned into energy, and what isn’t turned into energy will become waste. You turned a bite of apple into part of a human being.
Let’s back up, back to when you had two whole apples, one in each hand. You decide you’re going to eat the apples, but maybe you’re going to wash them and cut them up first. As you’re getting ready to cut up the first apple you notice on the bottom a very small hole created by a worm. It isn’t really of much consequence and when you cut up the apple you see that the hole inside the apple has closed up, the worm has come and gone long before the apple was picked, the apple healed for the most part leaving only an almost imperceptible hole in the bottom through the skin of the apple. The worm’s bites are hundreds of times smaller than the first bite you take, but are no less real. The worm had its meal from your apple, turned that bite of apple in to energy and waste for itself, and left behind most of an apple for you. Most of it. A whole lot of it, but not all of it. So now it looks like you didn’t even have two apples in the first place.
The preceding is an excerpt from a work in progress.
I’m 33 years old. I’ve got several bills to pay and I just quit my job of eight and a half years with no real plan for the future. Life is good. I hope.
If you know me personally, this news probably comes as much of a surprise to you as me. Twenty-four hours ago I didn’t think I would be sitting at home now unemployed. And yet at 4:30am I found myself punching out for the last time and getting in my frigid car to drive home. Continue reading →
What is Love? What is good for? How do we get it and why do we need it? This is the story that spawned my recent project concerning the Love Poem.
How and why I started thinking about this was quite accidental. I was watching a TED Talk about how environmentalists need to change the way they talk about saving the planet. Most of the time they are trying to scare people into polluting less so that our future isn’t so bleak.
It got me thinking about the stories we tell about the future. These stories usually depict some post-apocalyptic scenario of survival or maybe a seemingly utopian environment that comes at the great loss of liberty and expression due to an overreaching authority. Or killer robots. The reason for this may simply be that all good stories need a source of conflict and if I story takes place in the future, that setting is likely pivotal to the conflict. But what about the actual future? What does it have in store for us?