dougbot makes art

2009-10-03T18:58:00.001-04:00

stop reading blogs, doug.
find a job, doug.

2009-09-19T04:13:00.001-04:00

lord have mercy

lord i'm thirsty

no matter how | hard you try

2009-09-01T11:19:00.004-04:00

we went together like multiple lacerations and painkillers

2009-08-25T19:53:00.001-04:00

2009-07-21T23:27:00.006-04:00

SWEPT

When we say I
miss you what
we mean is I'm
filled with

dread. At night
alone going
to bed is
like lying down

in a wave. Total
absence of light.
Swept away to
gone.

HAYDEN CARRUTH

please enjoy this:

i don't know why the text won't go back to normal size.

2009-07-09T03:02:00.002-04:00

IT'S TIME TO TRAIN YOURSELF

It's time to train yourself
to sleep alone again
and it's so fucking hard.

-RICHARD BRAUTIGAN

2009-07-06T03:55:00.001-04:00

so there it is,
your image for today.

2009-06-30T03:00:00.002-04:00

things always remind you of other things.
things will always drag me back.
it's complicated.
someday, someday.
i don't think i owe you what i think i owe you.

the best thing about tomorrow is that it is always tomorrow.

2009-06-09T23:23:00.003-04:00

remember that time i said i would update soon and then didn't?
sorry.

being home is nice: finally hanging with aaron and ryan again, along with the rest of the gang. i'm biking nearly everywhere, spending half the week painting houses, and that's about it. i hadn't made art since the end of the semester up until last night, which was weird, and even last night it was just some big writing on big newsprint paper that's now hanging on my wall, c'est la vie. it was nice nonetheless.
so yes, i'm happy being home, but i do miss people in baltimore of course. jenna sent me her awesome book about having eight thousand six-hundred and sixty holes in her finger tips, and i was happy.

wolf just started playing fetch with me. he's so fucking awesome.
i was going to put more ffffound things up here, but i'm such a cynic and i feel like for every one picture that i actually like, there are hundreds that make me say "grow the fuck up you hipster-in-love." is that bad? like this vomitorium, which is kind of cute but also mostly disgusting. there's one thing i read where it said something like, "i knew that i would love you when i found out we had the same favorite brand of sketchbooks," .... ? congratulations, you both know about moleskin journals, they're not that special.
you know?
how about a poem.

needing someone to
write notes and letters to
needing someone to
wake up next to and
kiss goodnight and cook food
for and needing someone
who needs someone
needing someone who knows
what can be done and should be done
and will never do what ought
not be done and needing someone
with the grace of a tsunami
and who doesn't mind being
open to the world i'm
waiting for you you're side
of the bed is made and empty

2009-05-15T16:13:00.002-04:00

in case you couldn't tell, i watched the warriors recently, and, don't worry, it's still fucking awesome.

i need to clean and pack my room, and hang out with everyone, and i think that's it, but it sure feels like a lot.that's funny to me, or something.
can someone make me a playlist of totally sad songs?
later i'm going to make a post of all the business cards i picked up at the commencement show, it'll be awesome. sorry this post was pretty boring.

2009-05-12T13:56:00.001-04:00

Morning

2009-05-04T00:45:00.001-04:00

I've got to tell you
how I love you always
I think of it on grey
mornings with death

in my mouth the tea
is never hot enough
then and the cigarette
dry the maroon robe

chills me I need you
and look out the window
at the noiseless snow

At night on the dock
the buses glow like
clouds and I am lonely
thinking of flutes

I miss you always
when I go to the beach
the sand is wet with
tears that seem mine

although I never weep
and hold you in my
heart with a very real
humor you'd be proud of

the parking lot is
crowded and I stand
rattling my keys the car
is empty as a bicycle

what are you doing now
where did you eat your
lunch and were there
lots of anchovies it

is difficult to think
of you without me in
the sentence you depress
me when you are alone

Last night the stars
were numerous and today
snow is their calling
card I'll not be cordial

there is nothing that
distracts me music is
only a crossword puzzle
do you know how it is

when you are the only
passenger if there is a
place further from me
I beg you do not go

doing everything i can.

2009-05-02T16:06:00.003-04:00

monoprints moneyprints

2009-04-24T01:22:00.007-04:00

what's the worst part of hell?

not enough whiskey.

i've been doing a lot of monoprinting lately (a lot.) in all three of my studio classes. i'm really glad my professors are all okay with it, i feel like everything is becoming so solidified and unified and probably all kinds of -fied's. i went to dolphin on my way home from rite-aid tonight, and laid out all the small-format monoprints i have, and counted somewhere in the sixties. they're all around postcard size, and some time i may start sending them out- the only problem is that they're mostly fail-comments: about being sad, lonely, fucked up, blasphemous. it's all there. anyway, while they were all laid out in front of me i picked out some of my favorites, the ones that show a good array of what they're like, here they are.

in other news:
i had a really good day today, for the most part. i stopped taking my medicine. probably the worst part was that i bought a pack of drum this morning (at the old price) and lost it at around 5 pm when i lied down on a bench in cohen plaza. but, that's really not that bad, so i guess it really was a good day.
i'm listening to otis redding right now, and it's good. duh. later it will be billie holiday, and it was be good, too.

"do you like billie holiday?"

"oh, i love him."

2009-04-20T21:27:00.002-04:00

this is pretty neat for a cover i think. it's weird the way the author's name and the smaller text praising the book work out together, to start and end at just the right places. i'm not a graphic designer so i don't know how a graphic designer did it, but i'm more of a mathematician, and i know if i were told to make this work it would take some quadratic equations and (maybe?) differentials? i'm not sure, it's been a while since i've done legitimate math- thanks mica.

here's a shirt i found on ffffound the other day, and i think the sentiment is pretty true to my own, but if i ever turned my life choices into a shirt, it would hopefully kick a lot more ass than this. some bird-head wearing fuck-me shoes? honestly?

i've been doing a lot of work lately that's equated me to jesus and the son of god, and i have no idea why. part of it might just be more blasphemy, which is always nice, part of it is thinking that i'm suffering for other people, which is weird. i'll take pictures of all those fun things later, when i get them back from dolphin.
also, i bought a corn cob pipe today. why? i don't know. i just felt like it was the right thing to do at this point in my life. so i did it and it tasted pretty good when i smoked from it, and there's that. ALSO, i'm reading things by jacques ellul, friedrich nietzsche, michael bakunin, and theodore kaczynski: i don't know if i should keep reading or just blow shit up all over the place. i really like it. i'm reading all these things because i'm writing a paper on the unabomber and glorifying him a bit, maybe not in his exact actions, but at least in his ideals and for having some fucking motivation to do something about it rather than sit back and watch nature dissolve and technology take over. (says the man typing at the keyboard.)

i guess i'll try this out

2009-04-19T20:41:00.001-04:00

for me, art hardly consists of images any more.
what does that mean? i haven't drawn a legitimate picture or painting since the beginning of this year; if it has no words in it, i seem to not care about it. where is the line drawn between being and artist and a poet? what makes barbara kruger an artist and not a writer? or jenny holzer? fuck if i know.
what i do know:
i only want to write things. when they're long i call them poems, when they're short i call them art, and all of them are emotionally taxing.