Saturday, March 26, 2011

waggling vessels and ventricles

The past two days, I have had a headache unlike anything I can remember.  It was ferocious and unremitting, and kept me placid and couch bound most of those days. People have told me before about how terrible their headaches were, with wrinkled noses and eyebrows that reached for each other’s support. I never believed them, oh I comforted as best I could, people in discomfort draw it out of me (I’m sure that’s true for most people) but I couldn’t help but inwardly scoff and think they were making too big a deal out of something so slight.
I don’t know what brought it on my own brain pain, but I was secretly sure that it was a sign of tumors peppering the inside of my skull.  Those fears dissolved with the pain when I woke up this morning, in almost a state of ecstasy. I live with two great friends at the moment; they have put me up in their house, and refuse rent payment until I find my long quested after job. Last night I told them “I wouldn’t have a headache tomorrow. I just wouldn’t let it happen”, and I didn’t. I opened my eyes for the first time early in the morning, and the first thing remotely like a conscious thought was the realization of freedom from pain. It sounds absurd but after I dozed back off shortly after that I’m sure I wore a massive smile on my face in my sleep.  I rolled contentedly back and forth in my blankets dreaming of racing here to there in my own personal free energy rocket ship.
Feeling like I had, I had neglected to do what had been necessary. The continued search for work, and the procurement of monies with witch I could extend my poverty and my joblessness if that becomes necessary. (I hope that it doesn’t!) I now have some 500 dollars from the sale of my vehicle (which I may have drove twice, while I owned it) but at the moment I can’t access that. Which all in all is good. The moment I thought I had that money at my disposal, my immediate impulse was to get something good to eat, and a cup of strong black coffee and sit in a coffee shop all day. Which may be a very enjoyable way to spend a day, but certainly that kind of behavior isn’t something I can afford at the moment.
            I haven’t had coffee in days, and it occurred to me during my strange two day infirmity, that a strong chemical imbalance, stemming from my abstinence in regards to caffeine and tobacco, might just be to blame. Even though I was feeling world better, It was with coffee in mind that I left the house. I neatly stowed away a book, and a letter I had received, and went to sell my body.
            Upon leaving the house, my friend had woken up and came down stairs, his wife had already left for the day, she always got up much earlier than either of us, and I immediately started jabbering something about selling my blood on the street corner, and waggling my vessels and ventricles at any passing pharmaceutical company that happened to be passing by. It struck me that that might be more true than any thought process I have ever had about selling plasma. It really isn’t that different from prostitution, and actually, prostitution might rate higher in my moral scale. After all, sex (at it’s best) makes people happy, but medications provided by pharmaceutical companies steal the coins from your pocket, and don’t necessarily provide relief just life extension. The whole thing begs to be described in far reaching sudo-mystical metaphors, it’s crooked, I can never quite place my finger on what I find the most dastardly and nefarious, just a smell of malignant mystery covered over by the antiseptics they use.   
            Nonetheless, I got on the buss. It was a present weekend bus trip. I didn’t have to worry about increased fares or overcrowding. A nice old fella tried to buy my hat off my head. After I declined politely, we got to talking about the neighborhood, when I reached my destination we said goodbye and I went to sell my body. In Canada, they don’t allow it. You can’t sell your blood or your plasma or any part of you, they just don’t allow that morally ambiguous ground, but they also don’t like or sell biscuits, no place is perfect.
            The process is relatively painless, and while it’s not my favorite thing in the world it does force me to sit and calmly read a book for a while, something I would like to be doing more often, and there really is something to it! The ancients believed in bloodletting, god knows why, it really is madness if you want to make a weak person stronger, but I have to admit, it can be really refreshing to have your old blood taken out to make room for some new stuff. My blood had gotten thick and sluggish, that can’t be denied, and thinning it out may have been just what I needed. Oh and I got my coffee too. It’s good to be a whore.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Now for something completely different...

this does exist, and nothing appears to be stopping it
(long thought lost, sent to me by a good friend, needed immediate posting)
I believe this is an antique Trevor Burks piece 
Oh oh oh, and for people who don't know, or just can't tell from the absurdity
of the thing. that is me there, towering above the trees.

Chaaaairhairhair

nicer

more chairs!
Chair
Chair
Stay tuned for more chairs!

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

chaaaair

no worries. there are more chairs to come.
kinda supposed to look like a print

Friday, March 18, 2011

Blog-a-versary

it was suggested to me that I do many things for the one year anniversary for my blog. I myself have thought of several things to do. but in the end I decided that the most appropriate thing to blog, is the equivalent of a cheesy clip show. firstly to be mighty nostalgic and secondly. more importantly... it won't be a pain in my butt.

so here are a few of my favorite posts of the past year.

http://benchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/show-poster-for-red-mnt.html
http://benchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/07/art-auction.html
http://benchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-b-day-anton.html
http://benchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/08/moon-had-started-to-rise-and-it-was.html
http://benchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/09/frogs.html
http://benchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/house-plant.html
http://benchyboy.blogspot.com/2011/01/been-drawing-birds.html

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Sketch dump






there is a job listing for an illustrator for HGTV on the interweb. I want to convince them that I'm somehow qualified for that. so I been brushing up on the boring stuff. turns out... it's not that boring.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

eye horse 2 (or would it be 3?)

We will buy a church;
hypnotize the explosives 
and send them to space
to dream of unattainable reform.
to await decaying orbits

dissecting the stained glass

reassembling

 fusing it together.

twelve foot tall magnifying glass windows
and every mirror we find
will materialize soil out of air
for gardening between pews
over worn wood floors

rolling hills;
covered in lilac and morning glory
one third the sketch of strangers
faces seen from above made of mounds and 
green grass 
the walls will creek with wind from within
sunset will shine from every surface so

I will build a cottage
under vaulted ceiling  
of St. Peter and yellow bricks
to enjoy the peace marked out by decaying orbits

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

eye chair

it's like the other eye stuff... but it's a PUN! cool huh?
there is a job listing that I need to apply for on MNartists.com
for that purpose I have started drawing furniture. It would probably help
if I stopped perpetrating my little retinal flourishes, but I probably won't.

Friday, March 11, 2011

a drawing

If you have noticed that I'g giving the short end of the stick on the english side of this blog, well then you are much more wily than I expected. Curse you!

kind of inspired by by Shadow of the Colossus

Monday, March 7, 2011

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Contest Winner!

This entry was certainly the most deserving of all of them.
truely a tour de force. I gladly award Thomas Moriarty the coveted award.


 I would post up the other entries. but there were none.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

colaberation


a collaboration between Tom and I. It's some sort of weird Katamari fan art