This guy's stuff is so good it makes me want to cut off my own hands so as to never attempt to use a paintbrush again. Cotdamn... This dude is doing it.
Showing posts with label Yeah I do paint. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yeah I do paint. Show all posts
Friday, July 23, 2010
Dave Macdowell Rules
This guy's stuff is so good it makes me want to cut off my own hands so as to never attempt to use a paintbrush again. Cotdamn... This dude is doing it.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Aint No Love in the Heart of the City
This is a painting I have been slowly working on over the last 2 weeks or so as a gift for my brother for Christmas...
As it sits now... approximately 68% done...
Some detail shots...
Thoughts?
-Ollie
As it sits now... approximately 68% done...
Some detail shots...
Thoughts?
-Ollie
Monday, August 10, 2009
The World According to Ollie:
Fair warning: This post will not consist of many photos. In fact, there probably won't be any at all. To tell the truth, this is going to be a long, drawn out series of words strung together with no real direction or general theme. Things on my mind, shit i hate, where I've been, why I haven't been posting, all of that will be discussed...
Now.
1. Where have you been?
There is no real answer to that question. I've been in one of the following three places:
1. My bed. Tempurpedic mattress top is better than sex. I've been logging some serious hours in my bed. More than I ever have previously in my life. The dungeon that I dwell in is now more affectionately being refered to as simply, "The Cave". But why young Ollie da boss tycoon? Why have you been spending so much time in your beloved bed? Because, fuck it, that's why.
** Side note ** After heavy deliberation and discussion with the few people in the world whose opinion's matter to me, I have decided to be fully open and honest about my current status in the world. TBC and YBO (that's "your boy ollie" for the uninitiated) decided to take some time off. Most of my drive to write came from the overwhelming confidence I drew from being in a monogomous relationship, but once that got cashed in, I've kinda been a little less driven to write, and even less egotistical than normal... That's all I am going to say about that...
2. Work. I am here roughly 10% more than I am in my bed. This is a great job, but in all seriousness, I really just want to fuckin hate it. It's mundane. It's repetitive. It's boring and unfulfilling. But it's awesome. What other job in the world would allow me as much internet time as I get, and pay me a decent wage, keep the A/C at a very unreasonable 70 degrees all day, and kick down with health insurance and not drug test? Answer: Very few. So as much as I want to just up and walk out of this place just to stir some shit up and break up the day a bit, I don't cause I would be a fucking moron to leave this gig. Seriously.
3. Lurking at your favorite girl's pad. Self explanatory and completely fabricated, but to say that I have been spending all of my time in bed or at work would be too depressing, even for the most bitter of haters.
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Shit I hate: Fucking Everything.
Yep. I still fucking hate everything. Anything that brings you joy, brings me down. I want to punch your stupid child in the face. I want to step on your kittens. I want to snatch the life right out of your self entitled body..
I still love puppies tho..
Back to the hate...
1. I FUCKING HATE drunk people when I'm not drinking. Man, there is literally NOTHING worse than slobbering idiots hangin and drooling all over me when I haven't had any libations and you motherfuckers want to carry on some sort of intelligent conversation with me. Let's get real, you are stupid to begin with, the booze does not help this. In fact, it makes you even less my equal. I already dislike you, don't force me to punch you in the nose to prove my point. Back the fuck up. What part of the brain sends out the message to your body that requires you to be 7 times louder than normal, and 10 times closer to me to talk? BACK THE FUCK UP. I can't take this shit.
2. I hate starting shit and not finishing it. I currently have at least 3 paintings "in the works", but I haven't touched a single one of them in over a month. They sit in the corner of my room collecting dust mocking me, acting as a constant reminder of my incredible lack of drive. It's pathetic. Get your shit together.
**Side Note** Any interest in original works on canvas from yours truly? trades welcome. Willing to consider most negotiable things of value, including, but not limited to: fishing tackle, 12" vinyl, 8-track players and tapes, Boomboxes (working or not), stuffed animal carcasses, bear rugs and other forms of animal home decor, WWF wrestling videos (VHS or DVD), a motorolla brick (as you guppies might call it, "the zach morris cell phone"), ninja weapons, drugs, cash, phone cards, human souls, even large quantities of grape soda. Holler at your boy on the low, nickelplatedbama@gmail.com.
***EXTRA SPECIAL OFFER. ONE TIME ONLY.*** Anyone willing to burn their Raiders or St. Louis Cardinals jerseys can have their pick of anything I have painted to date...
All of the above offers are of course only valid if I ever actually finish a fucking painting.
3. Obama. Look, I didn't like him before his presidency started. I felt like he was really pulling the wool over the American people's eyes and putting on this facade like he was a man of the people but behind closed doors he was really just the purest form of asshole on the planet. Just a real "my shit don't stink" type of cat. Now, I feel like every day in office he gets one step closer to showing his true colors and revealing just how pompous and self-involved he really is. He's got most of the world fooled, but not me. I know he's a prick and it won't be long now until someone catches him slippin and he really fumbles that ball on a public stage and starts goin ICICLE on some unsuspecting white house intern. In fact, if/when that day comes, I can honestly say that I will have a whole new respect and appreciation for all things Obama, cause at least I will know what he's about. We all know how much I love ice cold behavior. I know, I know. But Ollie, you are such a friend to the brothas, how can you hate on Obama so much? Because I don't look at Obama as a brotha. I see him as the president of our country and he needs to be spending more time handling business, and less time guzzling brews on the white house lawn. Of course I like that my president is a smoothed out, beer drinkin', everyday man's man (ahhhnnnt!). What I don't like is that he spends more time being a regular ol' plumber Joe in his jeans and t-shirts than he does governing the United States of America. The solution to the "race war" going on in Boston over a cop arresting a brotha for attempting to break into his own home (which I admit is wiggity wack), is to invite the arresting officer and the "assaulted" man to sit down for a lecture over beers? Come on Obama, you didn't even need to be involved in that. AT ALL. The only reason you got involved is because of the race card that was being played. Eh, I can go on and on about this shit, but when the day ends, Obama is my president, and I respect the man's hustle, but I want to see a little more business and a little less tomfoolery out there in the streets.
4. Lady Gaga is a man? The boys at Eat Me California (a really cool food blog based in Southern California if I'm not mistaken) hipped me to this shit way back when I made the post about how Lady Gaga had the fat ass, but I just dismissed it as another run of the mill Hollywood rumor. But no. This shit is getting real, fast. Apparently Mister Gaga came out on her/his blog saying that it was born as a hermaphrodite and has a small penis and a full on vagina. Are you kidding me yo? Get that shit hacked off and move on. No wonder she dresses like a short bus rider.
5. John Hughes died. That sucks, but he really hasn't done anything impactful in this decade, shit, in this millenium to be perfectly honest so I ain't in tears about it. Big ups to "The Breakfast Club"... "Judd Nelson, he was fucking HARSH". First person to tell me where that quote is from gets a prize.
6. I hate this idiot John Gosselin. He always has the stupidest looks on his face. I ain't gonna front on homie's pimp game tho. He's goin hard on these hoes right out the gate, but I guess when you've been married to easily the biggest bitch in the world of c-list celebrities, you really gotta get out there and put your best pimp foot forward. But yo, on the rizlas player, please stop rockin all that tuurrrrrribble ass Ed Hardy gear. I mean, that shit just makes you look like the world's biggest booger eater. Seriously. No self respecting man on this planet can wear Ed Hardy anymore. That's the rules.
7. After eleven months and 10 days I have started smoking again. This really makes me mad, but fuck it. Everyone's got their vices right?
There's alot more shit that I am hating right now, but my blood is already boiling and I fear that if I continue, I may end up punching right thru my monitor.
So that's that. I feel like I got a lot off my chest, and am now ready to get back on my grind. Sorry again for leaving all you guys hanging for so long. I got my shit back in blog mode and will be working harder than ever to produce quality, original content for the loyal fan base.
-Ollie the Chronic Underachiever
Now.
1. Where have you been?
There is no real answer to that question. I've been in one of the following three places:
1. My bed. Tempurpedic mattress top is better than sex. I've been logging some serious hours in my bed. More than I ever have previously in my life. The dungeon that I dwell in is now more affectionately being refered to as simply, "The Cave". But why young Ollie da boss tycoon? Why have you been spending so much time in your beloved bed? Because, fuck it, that's why.
** Side note ** After heavy deliberation and discussion with the few people in the world whose opinion's matter to me, I have decided to be fully open and honest about my current status in the world. TBC and YBO (that's "your boy ollie" for the uninitiated) decided to take some time off. Most of my drive to write came from the overwhelming confidence I drew from being in a monogomous relationship, but once that got cashed in, I've kinda been a little less driven to write, and even less egotistical than normal... That's all I am going to say about that...
2. Work. I am here roughly 10% more than I am in my bed. This is a great job, but in all seriousness, I really just want to fuckin hate it. It's mundane. It's repetitive. It's boring and unfulfilling. But it's awesome. What other job in the world would allow me as much internet time as I get, and pay me a decent wage, keep the A/C at a very unreasonable 70 degrees all day, and kick down with health insurance and not drug test? Answer: Very few. So as much as I want to just up and walk out of this place just to stir some shit up and break up the day a bit, I don't cause I would be a fucking moron to leave this gig. Seriously.
3. Lurking at your favorite girl's pad. Self explanatory and completely fabricated, but to say that I have been spending all of my time in bed or at work would be too depressing, even for the most bitter of haters.
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Shit I hate: Fucking Everything.
Yep. I still fucking hate everything. Anything that brings you joy, brings me down. I want to punch your stupid child in the face. I want to step on your kittens. I want to snatch the life right out of your self entitled body..
I still love puppies tho..
Back to the hate...
1. I FUCKING HATE drunk people when I'm not drinking. Man, there is literally NOTHING worse than slobbering idiots hangin and drooling all over me when I haven't had any libations and you motherfuckers want to carry on some sort of intelligent conversation with me. Let's get real, you are stupid to begin with, the booze does not help this. In fact, it makes you even less my equal. I already dislike you, don't force me to punch you in the nose to prove my point. Back the fuck up. What part of the brain sends out the message to your body that requires you to be 7 times louder than normal, and 10 times closer to me to talk? BACK THE FUCK UP. I can't take this shit.
2. I hate starting shit and not finishing it. I currently have at least 3 paintings "in the works", but I haven't touched a single one of them in over a month. They sit in the corner of my room collecting dust mocking me, acting as a constant reminder of my incredible lack of drive. It's pathetic. Get your shit together.
**Side Note** Any interest in original works on canvas from yours truly? trades welcome. Willing to consider most negotiable things of value, including, but not limited to: fishing tackle, 12" vinyl, 8-track players and tapes, Boomboxes (working or not), stuffed animal carcasses, bear rugs and other forms of animal home decor, WWF wrestling videos (VHS or DVD), a motorolla brick (as you guppies might call it, "the zach morris cell phone"), ninja weapons, drugs, cash, phone cards, human souls, even large quantities of grape soda. Holler at your boy on the low, nickelplatedbama@gmail.com.
***EXTRA SPECIAL OFFER. ONE TIME ONLY.*** Anyone willing to burn their Raiders or St. Louis Cardinals jerseys can have their pick of anything I have painted to date...
All of the above offers are of course only valid if I ever actually finish a fucking painting.
3. Obama. Look, I didn't like him before his presidency started. I felt like he was really pulling the wool over the American people's eyes and putting on this facade like he was a man of the people but behind closed doors he was really just the purest form of asshole on the planet. Just a real "my shit don't stink" type of cat. Now, I feel like every day in office he gets one step closer to showing his true colors and revealing just how pompous and self-involved he really is. He's got most of the world fooled, but not me. I know he's a prick and it won't be long now until someone catches him slippin and he really fumbles that ball on a public stage and starts goin ICICLE on some unsuspecting white house intern. In fact, if/when that day comes, I can honestly say that I will have a whole new respect and appreciation for all things Obama, cause at least I will know what he's about. We all know how much I love ice cold behavior. I know, I know. But Ollie, you are such a friend to the brothas, how can you hate on Obama so much? Because I don't look at Obama as a brotha. I see him as the president of our country and he needs to be spending more time handling business, and less time guzzling brews on the white house lawn. Of course I like that my president is a smoothed out, beer drinkin', everyday man's man (ahhhnnnt!). What I don't like is that he spends more time being a regular ol' plumber Joe in his jeans and t-shirts than he does governing the United States of America. The solution to the "race war" going on in Boston over a cop arresting a brotha for attempting to break into his own home (which I admit is wiggity wack), is to invite the arresting officer and the "assaulted" man to sit down for a lecture over beers? Come on Obama, you didn't even need to be involved in that. AT ALL. The only reason you got involved is because of the race card that was being played. Eh, I can go on and on about this shit, but when the day ends, Obama is my president, and I respect the man's hustle, but I want to see a little more business and a little less tomfoolery out there in the streets.
4. Lady Gaga is a man? The boys at Eat Me California (a really cool food blog based in Southern California if I'm not mistaken) hipped me to this shit way back when I made the post about how Lady Gaga had the fat ass, but I just dismissed it as another run of the mill Hollywood rumor. But no. This shit is getting real, fast. Apparently Mister Gaga came out on her/his blog saying that it was born as a hermaphrodite and has a small penis and a full on vagina. Are you kidding me yo? Get that shit hacked off and move on. No wonder she dresses like a short bus rider.
5. John Hughes died. That sucks, but he really hasn't done anything impactful in this decade, shit, in this millenium to be perfectly honest so I ain't in tears about it. Big ups to "The Breakfast Club"... "Judd Nelson, he was fucking HARSH". First person to tell me where that quote is from gets a prize.
6. I hate this idiot John Gosselin. He always has the stupidest looks on his face. I ain't gonna front on homie's pimp game tho. He's goin hard on these hoes right out the gate, but I guess when you've been married to easily the biggest bitch in the world of c-list celebrities, you really gotta get out there and put your best pimp foot forward. But yo, on the rizlas player, please stop rockin all that tuurrrrrribble ass Ed Hardy gear. I mean, that shit just makes you look like the world's biggest booger eater. Seriously. No self respecting man on this planet can wear Ed Hardy anymore. That's the rules.
7. After eleven months and 10 days I have started smoking again. This really makes me mad, but fuck it. Everyone's got their vices right?
There's alot more shit that I am hating right now, but my blood is already boiling and I fear that if I continue, I may end up punching right thru my monitor.
So that's that. I feel like I got a lot off my chest, and am now ready to get back on my grind. Sorry again for leaving all you guys hanging for so long. I got my shit back in blog mode and will be working harder than ever to produce quality, original content for the loyal fan base.
-Ollie the Chronic Underachiever
Monday, July 6, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Limited Updates Today:
Updates will be spread out throughout the day as my mind seems to be working in 7 second delay.
Cubs lost last night. 1-1 in the first 2 games. Hopefully they can bounce back tonight to win the series at 2-1.
Otherwise, I have every intention of painting today.
Got some ideas I've been scratchin out on paper, and now I think it's time to make the transfer to canvas.
check back later for updates about Lindsey Lohan doin porn.
-Ollie
Cubs lost last night. 1-1 in the first 2 games. Hopefully they can bounce back tonight to win the series at 2-1.
Otherwise, I have every intention of painting today.
Got some ideas I've been scratchin out on paper, and now I think it's time to make the transfer to canvas.
check back later for updates about Lindsey Lohan doin porn.
-Ollie
Friday, April 3, 2009
Slackin' Off
Dear BAMA faithful,
It has been one of the longest weeks of my life.
Where do I even begin?
TBC is not happy with me.
I've been working hard at doing nothing, and I am really being a piece of shit.
Sorry for the lack of posts/updates. It's hard out here for a peeimp.
The final four is upon us. My advice has been pretty much worthless since College football ended, but if you want some touts, heres what I got:
Michigan State is currently a 4.5 point dog to UConn. Take the points. I don't have any faith in UConn and Michigan State is on fire.
On the flip side, The way UNC dominated the best player in the country and the rest of that squad known as Oklahoma, it's difficult to tell you to do anything but lay the 7 points and take UNC. I, of course will be on the other side of that because I'm an idiot and a glutton for punishment.
I have absolutely no chance at winning my bracket. Great.
I'm taking the rest of the week(end) off, and coming back harder than ever on Monday.
Some good news though:
Baseball season officially starts Sunday. Let's go CUBBIES!!! Let's win 100 games this year and get swept in the first round of the playoffs for the 3rd FUCKING YEAR IN A ROW!!
Sold my latest painting.
And that's about it for good news.
-Ollie
It has been one of the longest weeks of my life.
Where do I even begin?
TBC is not happy with me.
I've been working hard at doing nothing, and I am really being a piece of shit.
Sorry for the lack of posts/updates. It's hard out here for a peeimp.
The final four is upon us. My advice has been pretty much worthless since College football ended, but if you want some touts, heres what I got:
Michigan State is currently a 4.5 point dog to UConn. Take the points. I don't have any faith in UConn and Michigan State is on fire.
On the flip side, The way UNC dominated the best player in the country and the rest of that squad known as Oklahoma, it's difficult to tell you to do anything but lay the 7 points and take UNC. I, of course will be on the other side of that because I'm an idiot and a glutton for punishment.
I have absolutely no chance at winning my bracket. Great.
I'm taking the rest of the week(end) off, and coming back harder than ever on Monday.
Some good news though:
Baseball season officially starts Sunday. Let's go CUBBIES!!! Let's win 100 games this year and get swept in the first round of the playoffs for the 3rd FUCKING YEAR IN A ROW!!
Sold my latest painting.
And that's about it for good news.
-Ollie
Monday, March 30, 2009
Painting I Just Finished:
I started this thing like 3 months ago, finally got around to puttin' the finishing touches on it.
Specs: 32"x40" acrylic/opaque/gesso on masonite with 1"x3" frame
Detail:
Pictures do no justice to the contrast of colors.
For real though, PLEASE tell me your honest opinions. Because personally, I am never satisfied with the stuff I paint, so you all have a chance to give an opinion that I will actually care about.
Let the praise/hate begin.
-Ollie
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Saturday Morning: My Life
I don't know if it is possible to be this happy about losing a job, but I am literally cheesin' ear to ear about not having to go to work on Monday. But more importantly Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.
I got alot of paint, and alot of canvas. I got enough "medicine" to get through the next 8 days or so. It's wierd, when I'm doped out of my mind, my creative brain really starts to click.
I got some action this morning...
UConn +4 vs. Pittsburgh. I got UConn and I parlayed it with Miami +9.5 vs. Cleveland.
My gambling/drug consumption/womanizing gets to an all time high when I'm unemployed.
The blog will be poppin a lot harder in the weeks to come.
Just want to address some shit real quick...
My commenters have seized to comment, and I haven't had any feedback in the past 10 posts. Get back on your game people, or I will punish you by not publishing for the next 5 days. Nobody wants that.
I cannot consider myself a man today because I watched the movie "Fried Green Tomatoes" first thing this morning. Before checkin sportscenter, before checkin' the morning betting lines, just layed out and watched one of the chickiest chick flicks of all time.
I am so happy to have my laptop back in good working order. I can now post from home.
I got some new irons in the fire. For the time being, they will remain under wraps, but soon enough you will all know about my new money earning schemes.
I hate how companies are jumping on the "green" bandwagon. Just because your new compact car gets 2 more miles per gallon doesn't entitle you to stamp "greenest vehicle on earth" and add 5 grand to the price tag.
There will be a freely downloadable mixtape courtesy of my current favorite rapper Makeshift available (somewhat) exclusively on the BAMA in the weeks to come.
March Madness has set in. I will be covering the entire tournament and giving advice leading up to selection sunday. The NFL may have kicked my ass this year, but I've been cleaning up in college basketball. I fancy myself quite the authority on NCAA basketball.
The "no weekend posts" schtick has officially ended with this post. There will be updates every day as I deem them neccessary.
UCONN is down 10 right now. FUCK. Time to slow this game down and start passing the ball instead of jackin up 3's.
-Ollie
I got alot of paint, and alot of canvas. I got enough "medicine" to get through the next 8 days or so. It's wierd, when I'm doped out of my mind, my creative brain really starts to click.
I got some action this morning...
UConn +4 vs. Pittsburgh. I got UConn and I parlayed it with Miami +9.5 vs. Cleveland.
My gambling/drug consumption/womanizing gets to an all time high when I'm unemployed.
The blog will be poppin a lot harder in the weeks to come.
Just want to address some shit real quick...
My commenters have seized to comment, and I haven't had any feedback in the past 10 posts. Get back on your game people, or I will punish you by not publishing for the next 5 days. Nobody wants that.
I cannot consider myself a man today because I watched the movie "Fried Green Tomatoes" first thing this morning. Before checkin sportscenter, before checkin' the morning betting lines, just layed out and watched one of the chickiest chick flicks of all time.
I am so happy to have my laptop back in good working order. I can now post from home.
I got some new irons in the fire. For the time being, they will remain under wraps, but soon enough you will all know about my new money earning schemes.
I hate how companies are jumping on the "green" bandwagon. Just because your new compact car gets 2 more miles per gallon doesn't entitle you to stamp "greenest vehicle on earth" and add 5 grand to the price tag.
There will be a freely downloadable mixtape courtesy of my current favorite rapper Makeshift available (somewhat) exclusively on the BAMA in the weeks to come.
March Madness has set in. I will be covering the entire tournament and giving advice leading up to selection sunday. The NFL may have kicked my ass this year, but I've been cleaning up in college basketball. I fancy myself quite the authority on NCAA basketball.
The "no weekend posts" schtick has officially ended with this post. There will be updates every day as I deem them neccessary.
UCONN is down 10 right now. FUCK. Time to slow this game down and start passing the ball instead of jackin up 3's.
-Ollie
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