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My Artwork

So, I thought I might share a little bit of the visual art I've done in the past.  These days, my work is far more centered around music, but I've always also considered myself a visual artist.  I've done art exhibits and used to spend a great deal of time drawing several years ago. Nowadays, I incorporate a lot of my visual art experience in my promo materials and website (which I am currently redesigning by the way).  I've always loved art and intrigued by the innumerable ways that space can be utilized and occupied.  A blank canvas is so FULL of possibility. I recently put up some of my old artwork on my walls in my room, and here are some photos for your eyes to feast on .  .  . A few years ago at a conference, I was asked to be creative with my name badge, and this is what I came up with.  I've kept this ever since. This drawing of a heart is a doodle that is an rough draft of a piece I hope to some day do in the future.  It is just a fraction of the concept that I have in mind. This was one of a series of abstract faces that I drew a while back.  He actually has a female counterpart that I donated to a charity auction.  She sits quietly back in Charlotte, NC in the living room of the young man who submitted the winning bid.  You might notice a similarity to the piece that wound up being my album cover for "Seahorses". This was a rough sketch for a later, much bigger piece that I was envisioning.  Though I'm certain it was the sun I was drawing, I can't seem to remember what I was going for on the whole. The band Counting Crows' debut album "August and Everything After" is one of my all-time favorite albums.   This was my rendering of the album cover, and I think I got it pretty darn close. For a coffeehouse show I did back in March, I did the artwork for the promo poster.  This bizarre one turned out pretty well. I wanted to go bright and bold with this poster and give it a handmade feel.   This was for my Cafe Coco show last October.  I'm not even sure what kind of flowers those are supposed to be, but this one was a lot of fun to create. Back in 2003, I did a HUGE art installation.    A photographer friend of mine named Chris Hafner took photos of various subjects for me.  I, in turn, transformed them into what I call "kaleidoscopic collages" intertwined with poetry.   This was one of the resulting works.  It currently hangs in my bedroom for me to enjoy every day. I've been itching to do more drawing and sketching lately, and I have some ideas I want to sketch out.  Maybe someday I'll do another art exhibit. In any case, I just wanted to share, and I'll share more soon. What's in your space? -gordon

Paranoia - A short story

On The Grey Flag

The old lady was staring at her. She knew it.

Four months ago, Julia had married the love of her life. Her husband, Mike had just been named head curator at the art museum where he was working in. She was three months pregnant with a boy they would call Joey and after Joey is born she would quit that stressful writing job of hers to be a full-time housewife. Nothing could go wrong in her perfect life.

The day it arrived, Julia and Mike were busy unpacking their luggage from their trip to Venice when the doorbell rang. Julia ran out to get the door and when she opened it and looked down, there it was.

The package was encased by a bubble wrap, with an additional layer of plastic over it. At first glance it was about two feet tall and one foot wide. Julia carried it into the living room and unwrapped it. The rectangular wooden frame in the package was old, but kept in good condition. Flakes of the golden paint that coated it were coming off but it was still a beautiful frame, with very fine carvings of flowers at its corners. But Julia didn’t notice that, her eyes were fixed on the painting in the frame.

It was a portrait of an old lady who looked almost in her eighties. She had a sharp chin and high cheekbones and her pale skin was weathered and covered in wrinkles. The old lady’s graying hair was tied up in a bun and over it she wore a white bonnet. She had a hooked nose, almost too big for her face, with a sharp tip like the beak of a hawk. Below that nose she had very thin and dry lips. The edges of her mouth slanted slightly upward, giving her a smile that looked more like a smirk to Julia.

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