in progress...

walked away weeks ago, now maybe coming back

"I don't see much of a line between enjoying the experience of my music, and the guy who pays a hooker to walk on him in six-inch stilettos while he rubs one out."

Ben Frost

new painting

"Bathtub" Short Film from M.A.Y.O. on Vimeo.

coffee line

tit anvil

The anvil falls from cartoon heaven above onto the head of the coyote below...PAIN. Meanwhile, here on Earth, there roams billions of lovely women with their nuanced breasts as precious and as unique as a falling snowflake...PLEASURE.

boozy doodle

Look, my drawing night, BOOZY DOODLE, featured on http://www.wallyhood.org/
Thanks.
Wallyhood Mon, January 4, 2010 at 11:00 am

"There it is, right at the top of your New Year’s Resolutions list: “Learn to draw”. And right there in the number two spot: “Spend more time in dive bars”. Well, how are you supposed to achieve both of these noble goals?
We draw your attention to Boozy Doodle Drawin’ Night at Al’s Tavern, every Tuesday night starting at 9 pm. We know only what we read in this sign, which instructs you to “bring yr’ sketchbook”.
First Boozy Doodle attendee to send us a scan or snapshot of your hecho en taverno masterpiece will earn a bag of Wallingford’s own Pangaea Organica and a featured spot on these well read pages. Get sketchin’!"

SERIOUS HEAT

the most recent animal collective record has been out for over an year but this video for Brother Sport is just seeing the light of day now and it's real a beaut. enjoy this trippy and playful romp

Hoobs & Jolly's Blueprint of Dystopia

BACK FROM FISHING

oh jolly!

70 sq feet of banana

been priming surface all afternoon--going big, going yellow! maybe thinking about a piece to take down to miami this december...

shitty-shitty scrawling 101

thanks to the summer malaise i now find myself in, i decided the best (and for the moment, the only) thing i could do is unleash a new series of very quick daily drawings aptly titled 'shitty-shitty scrawling'...here's the first one:

amusement ride

hoobs-n-Jolly (issue #7)

the following are some very kind words from the Sound on the Sound blog ( www.soundonthesound.com ) previewing my show at the sunset. thanks abbey
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On this blog, Stoic Swine is best known as Blowdog of the dearly departed Hopscotch Boys. His performances, which we’ve described as “part art, part felony” were confrontational, dark, abrasive, fascinating, enthralling, and totally unique. The same can be said of the artwork he creates under the name of Stoic Swine.

While I’m no art critic or historian, Stoic Swine’s pieces evoke the same sort of reaction in me as his performances as Blowdog: enamored revulsion. As Stoic Swine describes his own work, “soul in the soot, head in the ether.” His art, like his performances, toes the line of grotesque, in a way that makes you want to see more, not less. It is raw, honest, totemic, evocative, and I think, beautiful in it’s portrayal of the flaws and vices of man. Much like Blowdog on stage, it’s work you’ll either love or hate, there’s no middle ground. I for, one, love it.

So does The Sunset Tavern on Ballard Avenue, which is currently hosting Stoic Swine’s latest collection, “YESTERDAY’S HERO, TODAY’S GOAT.” The artist describes his work, created just for this show at the Sunset as:

Spanning from the fumes of the room’s storied past (from shaky Chinese restaurant to a debauched sailor dive) to its present lore as one of the city’s finest rock clubs, this work was created specifically to be installed in the legendary Sunset Tavern. All portraits on display are of figures I could imagine, at one time or another, filling the Sunset with their gregarious personalities and drunken behavior as they unwittingly question life’s greater existential formalities. Hopefully no amount of their blood, sweat or ejaculate has been spared in my faithful depiction.

what lovers do?

more hoobs-n-jolly...

Hoobs-n-Jolly (issue #4)

hog farm scratch-n-sniff

scratch it to smell the shit inside!

all limbs.

ourselves

'we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves.' -a.huxley

man in the mirror

(click image to enlarge)

it was a muzzle

it was a hand
it was a paw
it was a way of not talking
as you played your doctor games
all over my body