Roots Design: Art and Architecture for the People

A day in the life, courtesy of my iphone, so middle class it hurts. 6:45 am, morning walk, 29° F, Templeton morning drive, US 101 S, just north of SLO: Morning class, Business and Engineering quad, Cuesta Communty College, San Luis Obispo, Ca: Afternoon drive, Old Creek Road: and Hwy 46 E  Afternoon walk, 5:45 PM, Main St, Templeton: then sit ups.  I love America.  Screw the environment.  Bless up. all images copyright Jordan Quintero, 2012

Fates: water+color: relationships: the best and the brightest at work: bonsai, UCSB Lagoon: all images copyright Jordan Quintero

"crying like a fire in the sun... the empty handed painter from your streets, is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets..." -Bob Dylan, Its All Over Now, Baby Blue I make art every day.  It's the first thing I think about in the morning.  I have dozens of notebooks filled with ideas for paintings, to-do lists, artist statements, notes about art history and theory, quotations from authors I think are important to keep in mind while I'm trying to make work that I think is both honest and beautiful.  It's a hard road, and despair always walks right behind me and to my left.  What is the point, nobody cares, we'll all be dead soon at any rate, and no one will know, and no one will care... Life gets so much in the way.  There are hundreds more paintings and projects in the notebooks than ever see the light of the studio (and dozens more paintings than will ever see the light of a legitamate gallery, but that's another post).  Those to-do lists, those end...

copyright Jordan Quintero 2012

Hal-"Did they teach you to write on the walls in college?" Me-"Street art is hot right now." Female figure, negative space...form and appearance... content and context... Content and context, continued... Pattern, myth, presence.  The moments, details, veracity, variety, endurance...picture-objects. Grays are my favorite.   And the environment. Nymphs. Beginnings.

Pictures by me, stories by Maya Dobjensky. Quietly : After the apocalypse, there was only two of every species. Mamma polar bear and baby polar bear looked out at the ice fields, and from where they stood they could see the skeletons of civilization frozen in the ground below. “Quietly,” said mamma polar bear, “so we do not break the ice and release those ghosts.” And together, quietly, they went on.   Moving Right Along:  Mamma and baby polar bear made it past the ice fields and found the place where the machines used to live. Baby polar bear stopped to talk to a nearby tree. “What are you doing, tree?” said baby polar bear. “I’m taking back my kingdom” said the tree. And indeed, he and his shoots were covering the steel and glass, and from the broken concrete sprouted little green things, soft and new. Drawing drawings:  Finally mamma and baby polar bear found another mammal. It was woman, and she was sitting all alone at an easel. “What are you doing, woman?...

I dont usually post music to my blog, but when I do they're usually depressing semi retro future disco robot garage tunes, but good.  Thanks to the oneone for sharing tunes, hope beat church was sick. just trying to do lots of situps.  and drawing over the universe and stuff. doot deet doot love