Hello! I've decided to move myself over to:

http://andyherod.tumblr.com/

Please come have a look.

Ready to be your man

Being a Libra, I am usually of two minds. Right now part of me wants to keep working and the other part wants to eat Nutella and blueberries and watch Paranorman.

I have great reasons for doing both. Such as, life is too short not to enjoy it when you can (watching Paranorman). Or, you only have a little time left to make awesome stuff (work). Either way I win, sort of.

Staying busy doing important stuff. 

Waking up in Brooklyn

There are ghosts of me still wandering these streets. Zombies of alternate reality scenarios that I am able to see for some reason. I can not understand why I would be given this second sight unless I was to learn something from them. But I have no idea what. I hate seeing them. They look right through me. I saw one yesterday morning. He was eating a messy egg and cheese sandwich from a bodega and had faint and slightly smudged cat make up on ,but seem not to know it. He didn't see me or if he did he didn't recognize me. His movements were labored and clumsy. He was hungover and irritable.
I knew this because of an empathetic
thread that connected us but to me it seemed that much would be obvious to anyone. Though no one would care if they took the time to notice. He was one of those faceless drones that was wasting his time on earth. Those people are everywhere and no one ever sees them.
I followed behind him at a distance and watched as he weaved thoughtlessly down the sidewalk. I followed his disgusting thoughts as he passed by a young Puerto Rican girl headed to the subway. I made up my mind to act. I followed him into a coffee shop. As he waited behind one red headed woman for the bathroom I snuck outside and looked around the side of the building. I found what I reckoned was the bathroom window and cautiously wandered over. It was about 6 inches too high up to see in but I was able to move over an old green arm chair that was abandoned in the alley and stand on it to peak in. The chair had only 3 legs so balancing was tricky. When I could finally pull myself up I could look down into the tiny bathroom and make out the mirror. In it was the red headed woman. Our eyes met instantly as she screamed and I pushed myself from the wall and fell off of the chair and fell hard into the alley. The wind was knocked out of me but I recovered in time enough to realize the woman had run back into the coffee shop and was yelling about a creepy man looking into the bathroom. I ran down the alley away from the shop and didn't look back. By the time I returned my alternate self was gone. But he had left me something. I knew where because he knew. I went into the coffee shop and into the bathroom. Under the upper deck lid there was a folded page from a sketch pad. On it was drawn a beautiful landscape. A mountain range with purple and pink clouds at twilight.
In the middle, on a hill was a white house. Under the beautifully drawn picture a tiny caption read, "See you there."

Bushwick 1986

My Halloween mask. Now all I need are eyeholes and somewhere to go.

Paper Mache, Acrylic Paint, Styrofoam

Recently, I was commissioned to do a series of cut-outs for the DeLuna music festival in 

Pensacola Florida. Here are some highlights.

Here are some shots from Pink Fog at the Push Gallery in Asheville NC in April 2012

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Pink Fog

     Good day! This is post numero uno on my new art blog presence. I will update it as much as possible to keep it interesting. Please feel free to contact me, leave comments and all of that stuff. I'm pretty needy so it helps to know that people are listening, watching and caring. I'm not very good at compartmentalizing or being cool or professional so a lot of my life will creep in here too. So, I hope that's ok.
   
     I randomly selected this first picture just to navigate how to add photos, but really it's probably a good place to start. This is one of the crystal clouds that adorned the wall at an art opening I had this Friday at The Push Gallery in Asheville NC. The show was called Pink Fog. This name was meant to convey the state of my head the last few months while putting this show together. Around the same time at the end of last year, I got a dui, my girlfriend of 3 years broke up with me and I got physically addicted to benzos. The following months were me pulling myself up from this mess that I definitely got myself into. I'm not even in the clear yet, but the show was last Friday and definitely marked a milestone for this era of my life.
   
     The individual pieces of this show were purged mostly from sketch books and pictures of friends and loved ones. The organic crystalline geometry of the clouds that tied each piece to one another represent the slow healing of a damaged heart and brain, tiny building blocks of progress. The animals in the show were inspired by the Hertzog Doc, Cave of Forgotten Dreams. They started me on this path that culminated in what is basically my version of a cave painting. The main difference here is that my paintings were done on paper to be intentionally impermanent.

I turned 37 a few months ago, I quit drinking in November. What I have now is Art and a precious little bit of time. I aim to treat it with a little more respect than I have in the past. In other words, I'm getting pretty serious about this shit. So let me know what you think.

Thanks.

Andy