Hiatus Apology

So I haven't posted too much recently and my excuse is that I've been focusing on this animation I'm making for Adam Shapiro's upcoming documentary. The project is finally at it's tail end, so look forward to some new illustrations popping up. I suppose I coulda just posted some pictures from my sketchbook, but alas alack, I have not. So here's a little teaser:



I'll post the animation, or part of it sometime around the film's screening.

P.S. I'm still working on the print orders and things, and I've updated my pricing. I apologize as well for my tardiness. When I get my website up, it'll be much easier and quicker to get a print from me - like the orders will go directly to the printer and they will send it off to you. So sorry for the wait, and thanks.

Letter to an Unborn Movie

My film, my film! My beautiful baby film!
Intimate thoughts.

Line.
Wondrous feelings.

Color.
Truest story.

Time.
Echo my life:

Loose sight of levers.
See divided landscapes.
Reveal scars.

Looking for ultimate freedom.



Love my child.
My dearest hair-girl.

Tell them.

Color

I adore red hair, but I do not want her to have an explicit race. I want her green like the ripe leaf on my windowsill.

Paintlings

...psst! I'm making a website! - with animations!

Echo

Here she is again. She's changing. I've realized she isn't a child. Her life is so much like my own - as my life unfolds the images of this film come together. I've never had this happen before. This film, which will not be done anytime soon, is not practice like the Walkers piece. This is my baby. This is a story, this is a world that I'm visiting through drawing. Animation is magic.

I drew this on Friday when I was feeling this feeling.


My life is confusing and incredible. People keep sending me little things about the spring in An Nabi Salah and I am just astonished. I feel this responsibility to the Palestinian people; in my life, I will get to really know them and share their stories. That is truly my role as an artist. As I watch the world I create and imagine and the people I meet and my experience come together in a celebration. I am excited to see where things will go. What will I make when I am 50? What will I be doing? What will I think of this all? Will Palestine be free?

The Quiet

Hey guys, I know I disappeared for a moment which can feel like forever in internet land. Thanks to everyone who's helped me out, it helps me focus on my art. I will get back to you – I’m true to my word, just disorganized. I've been through something profound and I believe I'm working on important things.

I spent the last week almost completely locked up in my apartment, trudging through a field of things, little objects activating little memories. If it wasn’t a tool, art, or sentimental, it was trash. I feel like I moved in again. The colors are the same, but the walls hold good things. I turned my desk upside-down. I got rid of the internet because I use my computer for arting and it’s incredibly distracting. No more staying up late searching for whatever, if I’m bored I can’t check my e-mail. If I have to go on-line, I have to go to the library, hey here I am!

Perhaps it will strike me to make more Palestine pieces, but I’ve know for awhile I needed to make this one. For Nariman and her family and her village, this is An Nabi Salah before a demonstration.

Siege Busters Ball

September 21st
Let's get a US boat to Gaza.

http://www.littlefieldnyc.com/event-detail/?id=16345
I am not responsible for the fonts...