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

they can't all be hits

Perhaps life is just that...a dream and a fear.
Joseph Conrad

website updated!

http://stoicswine.com

has been updated with all the finished images of new work recently installed at the sunset.
the site is also undergoing a refurbishment that will hopefully make movement within a little more user friendly.
everyday a little more gets done. baby steps.

don't forget to call your father today.

OK, back for real this time...

Things have finally come to a slow and sultry simmer and I'm pleased to report that i'll once again be posting on a daily basis here at the old blog. I wanted to post a couple of images of my newest canvas (4'x11') that recently went up at the Sunset. This piece speaks of a rupturing of unity while cheekily offering oneself up to the prospect of a new communion by showcasing a couple of positive attributes of self. it was loosely a play on a famous political cartoon titled Join, or Die created by Benjamin Franklin and first published in his Pennsylvania Gazette on May 9, 1754. Join, or Die is a woodcut showing a snake severed into eighths, with each segment labeled with the initial of a British American colony or region. The cartoon appeared along with Franklin's editorial about the "disunited state" of the colonies, and helped make his point about the importance of colonial unity. During that era, there was a superstition that a snake which had been cut into pieces would come back to life if the pieces were put together before sunset.

(click to enlarge first image)