S.R. Wild: Artist and Graphic Designer

Ladies

The ladies love me… no, that’s not true… a lady loves me… wait, that’s not exactly true either… a lady tolerates me… occasionally… yes, that’s it. Anyway, this lady sent me some saucy photographs she took of herself, which were a welcome surprise to see in my inbox this evening after a hellish day. Being the I-can-do-something-with-these sort of guy — especially when there are semi-nude photographs involved — I messed around with them and made a little something (prints are available in our store that has yet to be created). Of course she blurred out her breasts so I had to guess (they look a bit off, I’ll have to fix them; sorry if I got the size wrong). I’m not going to post the original photos; I can’t afford to piss anyone off and I occasionally need to talk to someone other than myself, my coworkers, and that weird lady that asks me for a quarter everyday.

This is sort of a test. I’ve had the idea of doing something like this for awhile. The hard part is finding a source for materials. Not for the random bits of textures, I have plenty of those, but for models — human models. I’ve posted on here many times and asked around, but no one seems to be interested. The only one who’s interested is the same one who sent me the photos — she’s been my model for years. Unfortunately, she lives on the other side of the lake. If you know anyone who would be interested, contact me.

Also, when I got home from the office this evening, my roommate wanted me to take some photos of her to send to someone. Being the nice guy that I am, I obliged. It made me laugh.

Yup, there’s nothing like messing around in Photoshop after working in Photoshop all day at work. I suppose it’s good thing, I’m getting better at it. Besides, there’s not much else to do: it’s cold, my car is still buried from last week’s snow, and I need to keep busy.

Muscle Man

I acquired a new roommate at The Montréal Museum of Fine Arts’ gift shop. He doesn’t have a name — or genitals. He’s made up of 46 pieces and provides hours of anatomical entertainment. Hopefully my current roommates, Pinky and Skully, won’t be upset that there’s another male in the house.

If you find yourself at the museum, check out e-art : New Technologies and Contemporary Art and American Streamlined Design: The World of Tomorrow.

Anatomy Check

My ho-hum Saturday was elevated to not too shabby after I opened my mailbox and found the anatomical chart checks I ordered. They looked good on the website and look even better in person… er, paper. The checks have three different charts: Anatomy of the Head and Neck, Bones of the Body, or Superficial Muscles of the Body. On the back, the names of the body parts shown on the chart are listed.

A great checkbook cover was also included.

Even the box they came in had a cool skull sticker on it.

I ordered them from Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Exceptional Stationary (I thought Rosencrantz & Guildenstern were dead). They also sell checks and other stationary with skulls, Edvard Munch’s The Scream, reclining nudes, insects, body smells, and much more.

I’m such a dork, but I’m comfortable with that.

Plastination Passion

I just received an email with the subject titled “Body Donation” from the Body Worlds people and it caught my scatterbrained attention. When or if (I’m betting on the former) I die, my organs with be harvested—the few usable ones—and my body will be Plastinated. Yes, my current vessel with exist forever. I told them my reason for donating my body was that I wouldn’t need it. Although, that’s not nearly as good as “people always said I was beautiful on the inside” as Vitamin K said, but she has yet to send in the forms—or have you?

Damn, I wish I could see it. Even though I’ve seen the inside of my body many times, which is why the looking at blood, bones, guts, etc. have never bothered me—once you see your own, nothing phases you. A friend of mine even suggested I become an EMT—hey, it worked for Kiki Smith. That’s not a bad idea because I like fast-paced work, anatomy, and helping people.

Which reminds me, I almost exchanged this piece for an opportunity to watch a surgery, but the doctor never got back to me. He wanted to hang it in his office. Oh well, I like it in my living room.

Body Worlds 2

It’s official. We’re going to see Body Worlds 2 in Montréal next week. I’m so excited that I’m going to use two exclamation points!! And I might actually be smiling. I plan on staying there all day gawking and capturing the bodies with pencil and camera. I will definitely submit a full report when I return. Everyone should… nay, everyone must see this exhibit. It’s showing May 10–September 16 at the Montréal Science Centre.

Finally, I get to see the real thing. I tried to see it in Boston over the winter, but plans fell apart. Two years ago, I saw a knockoff exhibit in San Francisco called The Universe Within (the name sounds like a new age journey of self-discovery or the place you go after scoring an illegal substance in a park). I didn’t realize it wasn’t sanctioned by Dr. von Hagens—that would explain why the exhibit was leaking.

Regardless, I was… was… speechless and still am. When we walked into the exhibit we all stopped talking and our mouths dropped. The displays were amazing: intact circulatory system, intact nervous system, the brain of a stroke victim that looked like it had a scab on it, the full bodies in various positions, and so much more that I can’t put into words. We didn’t speak to each other the entire time. When we finally left, three hours later, we went across the street to Grace Cathedral for some reason.

Speaking of bodies, I just got word that Dita von Tesse (a.k.a. the girl of my dreams, who’s single now and should call me) is coming out of retirement to perform at the Museum of Sex (MoSex, ha) in NYC on May 16th. Damn, it sucks that I have all this time but no money.

I don’t know if I’ll post a journal page tonight. Maybe later or tomorrow. I think I’ve been posting way too much on here lately. I’ll give everyone a chance to catch up.

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