Dermot Tripdych

These paintings are almost a year old now. They were commissioned by my department head at Gyeongju University who had seen some of my older work. The portraits in order are, Paik Nam June, Dermot Coffey, and Haruki Murakami

DIGITAL PAINT TESTING

This continually updating collection of what looks to be introductory digital painting assignments is more or less just that. In university I may have been too reactionary, and now I feel like my dad must when his game of solitaire freezes up on his Windows Vista operating system.

So no, I don't take these as portfolio works, or even works. But I wanted to post them (at least temporarily) to motivate me to work though them. Criticism, advise, and tips, very welcome.

Elephant with a Slipped Disk

Inspired by a new but persistent and ongoing back injury.

I hope to translate these smaller works on black to larger papers soon.

Portrait of Anthony Carter

Derrick and I got a pretty nice crowd around us during the live painting for Project Sketchbook. Kevin, the owner of Sneak Peak next door caught it, and was cool on letting us cover his walls. Sneak Peak is at 515 South Main, Memphis TN. If ya get the chance go by. Any and all hip hop apparel you can think to own. He gave us free reign of what figures to throw up, and we felt much obliged to geek out for two days.

Project Sketchbook Success

Live painting - Aug 28 2009

Myself and Derek Dent

Horned in

commercial appeal write up


http://www.gomemphis.com/news/2009/aug/28/25-years-on-horn-island-still-inspires/

Horn Island

Drawings of Don Dumonts Domain

not even vaguely

Thinking like Texans isn't as easy as you might think.
It takes a spry trigger finger and attention to detail.

Where were you when Jacko died?

I was shooting blow darts in chicago.

where ever you were, where you were isn't the issue,
it's how you felt






I felt like a spring hen.

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"It screws on like a top."
"Yes, but assemblage isn't really the concern."
"The bumpers."
"My point exactly. Yest the bumpers. There's a lot more at stake with the bumpers. Less finesse but more mental energy spent on them. They must be nurtured. Like a child, or a good garden. If done properly the entire experience could serve as your ally."

BEASTS BOUNDING THROUGH TIME
by charles bukowski

Van Gogh writing his brother for paints
Hemingway testing his shotgun
Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine
the impossibility of being human
Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief
Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town
the impossibility of being human
Burroughs killing his wife with a gun
Mailer stabbing his
the impossibility of being human
Maupassant going mad in a rowboat
Dostoyevsky lined up against a wall to be shot
Crane off the back of a boat into the propeller
the impossibility
Sylvia with her head in the oven like a baked potato
Harry Crosby leaping into that Black Sun
Lorca murdered in the road by Spanish troops
the impossibility
Artaud sitting on a madhouse bench
Chatterton drinking rat poison
Shakespeare a plagiarist
Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafness
the impossibility the impossibility
Nietzsche gone totally mad
the impossibility of being human
all too human
this breathing
in and out
out and in
these punks
these cowards
these champions
these mad dogs of glory
moving this little bit of light toward us
impossibly.

BFA Senior Show 09 - Let Us Begin and Carry up This Corpse

In my work I experiment with paint and its application to the surface of the canvas. I’m interested in the difficulty with viewing works that are jarring, aesthetically awkward, or overtly contrived. I use a wide range of imagery and paint handling to keep the work from being too comfortable. I think comfort is something that the viewer should have to fight for. Through medium and imagery my work implicates the history of art, and oscillates between its discursive power and the paintings ultimately opaque content. Within the paintings, an empty and transparent mode of surface values butt against traditional imagery coded by centuries of Western art history. I think of my work as a critically abridged dictionary to this history. The residual definitions often serve to displace or completely nullify one another. This is because while art is widely believed to be a uniquely human form of communication, for The West it is the victim of a deformed, hyper articulate profession. Western art was a grand celebration, but the party has long since passed and the artists are still eating their cake. Art historians, artists, critics, and collectors have ushered art into a gaudy church of false prophets. Instead of answering the questions found in Modernism, the art narrative rejoiced that they might be trick questions, spurring the contemporary zeitgeist for anti-intellectual Logos. So, we artists are the mythic genius. We are the cult of personality, and our brands on these walls contain hilarious inside jokes that you will never get. There is everything to get. My work is that of an alcoholic locked inside his confessional after having determined to drink himself to death. I accept my work with the gluttonous ease of difficulty.

new works spring 09

"drowning horse" 4'x4' oil on canvas

"mad dogs/fat cats" 4'x4' oil on canvas

"abridged plea bargain" 4'x4' oil, saran wrap, and packing paper on canvas

The Persons

The Persons
Man James Patterson
Woman Painter
Plumber Cat



Man: Did you call the plumber in?
Woman: Yeah. Suppose I did. Sink’s broken, what did you expect?
Man: Just like to know is all, monies spent and such.
Woman: Not yours.
Man: I know, I know... I wouldn’t mind it being so you know.
Woman: …
Man: Maybe we could go out some time…
Woman: Please, I’m far too full to think about food right now.
Plumber: Sir, do you know much about fly fishing?
Man: What? Well, I guess I don’t. What are-
Plumber: Don’t invite a girl fly fishing is all I’m saying.
Man: and what do you know about success Plumber?
Plumber: Can’t say, suppose it’s an effect more than a goal.
Man: How’s the sink coming, Plumber?
Plumber: Can’t say, too soon to tell.
Man: And what’s your goal, Plumber?
Woman: Would you not distract the work? Besides, we have a lot of work to do ourselves.
Man: Like?
Woman: Nevermind.
Cat: The St Jude’s marathon is today.
Man: Who taught the cat how to talk?
Woman: I thought it’d be cuter if he could talk.
Man: But we were taking it to the vet to have ‘em neutered Thursday.
Woman: So?
Man: Well we can’t now can we?
Woman: Why not?
Man: Well it’s just not the same.
Woman: You’re crazy!
Cat: What’s all this?
Plumber: Seems to be a CD stuck in here.
Man: Oh that may be that Colin Feral movie
Woman: I remember that. Cassandra’s Dream or something wasn’t it?
Man: Horrible movie.
Woman: Horrible movie.
Painter: I rather enjoyed the wooden guns bit.
Woman: Who are you?
Plumber: How did you get it so far down the drain?
Painter: I’m a painter.
Man: A stick.
Cat: When is Thursday?
Plumber: A stick?
Man: I was drunk.
Woman: Did you hire a painter?
Man: No one hires painters. They just come.
Woman: Since when?
Man: The 40’s.
Plumber: Well that’s what has broken your sink.
Man: The painter?
Cat: Figures.
Plumber: No! Cassandra’s Dream.
Painter: How romantic.
Woman: Would you leave?
Painter: The world is too heavy out there I’m afraid.
Plumber: Get a trade. The world is only as heavy as your wallet is not.
Painter: I’ve got a trade. I’m a Painter.
Plumber: Right. And what do you paint?
Painter: Simulacrum presenting sardonic juxtapositions of sensorial experiences.
Plumber: Keeping a diary is no trade I’ve ever heard of. Sounds more like a hobby.
Cat: When is Thursday?
Woman: Where are you going?
Man: Kitchens getting too stuffy for me, thinking I’d go for a walk.
Woman: and just leave me here with these strangers?
Man: Have the hired one fight the unemployed one then.
Painter: I’m not unemployed!
Woman: No. You wait for these people to leave here and I’ll come with you.
Man: Like a date?
Woman: No.
Plumber: Fly Fisher.
Painter: I should paint you two. The struggle.
Cat: The humanity.
Woman: How do you get rid of a painter?
Man: You have to starve them off I’m afraid.
Woman: At least its Winter.
Plumber: I think I’ve gotten most of the DVD out.
Man: Well where is it?
Plumber: The DVD?
Man: Yes. It was a rental.
Plumber: I don’t think they’ll want it now.
Man: You tradesmen are all alike.
Plumber: What’s that?
Painter: It’s not true! I am nothing like this Plumber.
Woman: I’m getting the broom.
Plumber: Thank you ma’am.
Painter: I’m just saying I sympathize with this man’s bitterness towards a soured art form.
Man: Art form? I just mean to return the movie properly and on time. It fell in the sink was all.
Plumber: -With a stick.
Man: What?
Plumber: You said you used a stick to get it down there.
Man: I was drunk. It’s an accident.
Woman: You don’t drink.
Man: Doesn’t mean I wasn’t drunk. And besides, it was a horrible movie
Woman: Horrible movie
Cat: Horrible movie
James Patterson: Horrible movie
Woman: Leave.
Painter: Did anyone see the new Art Forum?
Everyone: no.
Painter: Well, recently, a young Vietnamese artist shat a perfect circle.
Man: Incredible.
Woman: Please.
Plumber: How big was it?
Cat: Excuse me?
Painter: 6ft diameter.
Man: Well that’s quite impressive for a little Asian bottom.
Woman: Please.
Painter: No! It was a line drawing.
Plumber: So you mean to say he shat drew a perfect circle.
Painter: I suppose. What difference does that make?
Plumber: Well, to excrete a perfect circle six feet in diameter would be more impressive than Immaculate Conception I think. It’d been the golden egg... much less impressive.
Man: Much less impressive.
Cat: Much less impressive.
Plumber: Well I’m almost done here.
Woman: Oh good. How much will it be costing me?
Plumber: Didn’t take long. Just the service fee: sixty dollars.
Woman: Very well.
Painter: Me too.
Woman: Say again?
Man: Oh what a mess you have made!
Woman: Stop shitting!
Plumber: Have you lost your mind Painter?
Woman: Stop him! Stop shitting Painter!
Man: It’s so loose…
Plumber: He’s going to burst a blood vessel.
Cat: Looks more like Hawaii.
Painter: So…impotent.
Woman: Get out.

HOLY SHIT I'M GRADUATING SOON.

Seven Self Portraits

Damien Hirst has a fetish.

I'm going to be a graduate soon. All of you should come with me,

we can rent movies.

and drink soda
and love children
and buy Skittles
and love each other
and we'll never forget the holidays

so let's get real cozy
and get real fresh
with your real niece
for the sun will never set
on our Empire

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I was going through a couple of portfolios in my room today. I found these again, and I think I might do some more in this line of thought. Thought I'd post them to keep it in mind.