"Pittsbird" Clap tracks line the spaces places papers people stack

Pittsbird $45.00
Original
Mixed Media on wood
with vintage map








The map on this artwork feels like an electrical storm to me.
What I love so much about maps is that they have such expression...
such emotion when applied to artwork.
They give something to the art that my hand doesn't. That's why
I use them. I'm obsessed with them. I love the way they feel, smell; some more than others...just like people.

I made this artwork before and gave it away to someone who said they liked it. I pretended it was a door prize. I wanted to make it again and give the scone bird the opportunity to know what it feels like to be in a shop without scones. Maybe it will lose some weight.

A note on travel (re: maps) like weight...travel lets you lessen your load quiet often. Living simply. I don't (never really have) want for material things...although man I'd love an Audi r8 and if I got rich off my art I'd buy one. No shame...however I won't make an effort to ditch my social and moral standings to get one. I'd also let all my friends and local teenagers drive it for fun. It's an r8. hello.
I made a dream board last night. It listed my goals. Current and future. After I wrote everything down I realized how attainable they all were. Magazine cover. To be published. To have a fenced in yard. Money for vet appointments. etc...maybe a new scarf to hide the paint on my tshirts when I go out in public...but I'd rather learn to knit.

This artwork shows simplicity...let the earth and travel electrify you!

A song...to allow you to continue quietly into your afternoon.

Beastie Boys
Electrify

Words comin forth like water from the tap
Clap tracks line the spaces places papers people stack
Back track through the minutes when the thoughts went insane
I pulled the picture off the cover and blew out the mind games
People say this is the playlist of the void non-bound
But I can say this is the plainness of the peace I've found
It's not the sorrow or the pity that we hope to dismantle
It's the cast of past dice lighting both ends of the candles
Scandelescent in the means I have dreamed on the schemes
Reunited in the times of such picturesque scenes
Can I get a witness to testify
Open your eyes realize electrify

So I plan and I scam and write it off on my taxes
It's times like these I'll just go with the decisions of the masses
And to the crowds who've come before with their profit massing ways
To the greed that fucked it up and brought it down to today
With pain I stand sane and remain holding strong
Whilst all around me those who clowned me are now drowning by the throngs
It's illogical the actions that are typically displayed
A set back ain't all that much problem to invade
So I will glow like a lantern on a new moon night
I'll fight violence with these hands that weren't built to fight
But like a furnace burning coal my goals are bound to burn in flames
Whether achieved or dismantled by the agendas displayed
Can I get a witness to testify?
Open your eyes realize electrify