remy holwick - ProfilesArchive

About Me

this isn't it yet.
I draw and paint, sew and silkscreen. I'm writing a comic book called "stories from the snow and ice", and I blog a lot. I do frelance illustration, design mens' and womensear freelance, am the head designer for a high-end mens knitwear line, Kinetix, and am the creative director for Kinetix new womenswear line. I go to art openings, drink at the bigfoot lodge, take long roadtrips with no notice, and rearrange my one-room studio for fun. Life's not ben the same since KF took that bottle of mahogony dye and changed over my blonde to some wooden brunette, now I really never want to leave the house and keep hearing in my mind like a worn out tape-reel, "you'll always be blonde to me", it's the perfect fall haircolor then, nostalgia and keeping warm indoors, all from Clairol.
climate change, page 1 of 5.
detail from the dead model painting... aug 25 07
working in the studio...
artwork for steve allen theater program, 2007

The ambient lighting in here kills me; it's so close to real sun.
I like doing things.
By now Wendy Darling is all grown up; carrying those fever-burned memories of the boy who would never grow up, but calm and happy and living in this calloused skin in this jury-rigged life in the big brick building in Los Feliz; it's clear and cold in the mornings and her bare feet collect dust and dirt and she is fascinated by the cracks in the floor and the mechanics behind every moving part of a pre-digital dreamland.
ittle worry.

My Interests

Dead things. toasted bread. Keeping promises.
Jaywalking in manhatttan, Gertie the Dinosaur, photos of bandits c. 1890, birds, buttered toast, feathers, premature greying, gourds, traditional pacific islander artwork and motifs, idly dreaming about calculus, macaroni.

I 'm strong enough, okay, sure, but there's a lot to carry and this stuff still burns.

Working in Big Sur... my favorite place on earth so far.

I design Kinetix Menswear!!

Joshua Tree, 2007. I live EVERYWHERE.
Me and Ruby; partners in crime since 2003... I love her... 'cept when she gets sick...

No one is alone, no more and not ever.
This is the way we rock the boat, but the sea carries as it will and we steer and we pull and we row and we raise sail and we motor for all we are worth, for all we have in our goddamned porus, salted bones and maybe we get somewhere and maybe we don't and along the way our teeth fall out and or hair cakes over and our skin turns to leather; tunrs to tanned hard leather, water beads against it; evaporates, salt dries on in white crusted streaks.
Put me in your marrow; stuff me in your bones, and I'll sing a mending moan: the kind of song to bring you home...

//just doin' like we do....

I'd like to meet:

Remy Holwick draws a lot, and a lot of her drawings have birds in them. This probably stems from way back when her beloved parakeet, Jingles, was set free one day. There are conflicting reports of the circumstances surrounding this event: her godmother claims that Jingles learned to open her own cage, and while taking sun on the patio one day, used this skill to perfect effect. Her grandmother maintains that her crazy-ass godmother let thde bird free.
November 2006, in the apartment. 1237 edgemont, #109.

me and you...and no one is looking.

Music:

Velvet underground. Aphex twin. squarepusher. muslimgauze. Bruce Springsteen.Joanna Newsom. Devendra Banhart. Kimya Dawson. Cocorosie. Little Wings. Magnetic Fields. Bonnie Prince Billy. Mike Doughty. Postal service, death cab, neutral milk hotel. belle and sebastian. Brightblack. Bright eyes. Dan Bern. Detroit cobras. Antipop consortium. Aesop rock. all things anticon. buck 65. Sage Francis. Dose one. Cannibal ox. clue to kalo. eels. radiohead. Talking heads. my bloody valentine. aphex twin. soul coughing. Yeah yeah yeahs. Tom waits. leonard cohen. rickie lee jones. johnny cash. yeah, okay, and the jayhawks. neil young. French kicks. When I was 15 I had a crush on billy corgan.

Books:

Nabokov (like food) Gabriel Garcia Marquez (like water). Camus. Pynchon rocks my shaking, shimmering little world. Dave Eggers should write me a postcard. David foster Wallace. Douglas Copland makes me cry. More Nabokov makes me shudder. Jonathan Lethem (the Fortress of Solitude is easily my favorite for the year.) Philip K Dick if you're gonna go all scifi on my ass. Kafka. Rilke shines like rain and Neruda feels like truth and stone. Oh god...the fuckin' Symposioum, baby.

Heroes:

.."courier"No two bodies can occupy the same space at the same time.

My Blog

I’m done, sort of.

I finished the artwork for "climate change" early this morning. I need to edit, change a few panels, letter, and add all the little stuff, but the 5 big pages are all there. So good for me.The next ...
Posted by remy holwick on Fri, 09 Nov 2007 08:55:00 PST

Death, be not loud.

"Writing in Encounter magazine in 1955, the British anthropologist Geoffrey Gorer argued that death had become the great unmentionable. The Victorians were prudish about sex and candid about death, he...
Posted by remy holwick on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 02:17:00 PST

"Climate Change" teaser.

a page from "climate change", from "stories from the snow and ice". It's this book I'm working on....
Posted by remy holwick on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 07:03:00 PST

sunday coffee, hair ritual, spine.

It is sunday and I wake up alone in a muted-grey version of the dark, try falling back asleep, can not; it is seven fourteen (or maybe eight fourteen, the house clocks have not yet come to a concensus...
Posted by remy holwick on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 09:22:00 PST

blog via blueberry, im tired of halloween, lets all go home.

Uuuuuuuuugh. That pretty much sums it up.
Posted by remy holwick on Thu, 01 Nov 2007 06:32:00 PST

loft.

Last page.D is a good man to scale the heights of my creepy loft-bed, sleep on a pile of faith and old wooden brackets and eight feet in the air, two feet from the ceiling, in my cluttered studio, at ...
Posted by remy holwick on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 10:03:00 PST

Snow stories.

"Climate Change" is drawing to a close as fast as I can write it; I am ready to be done. 5 pages. I am in the middle of page 4.I think I'm going to keep writing about myself, (there's a big surprise...
Posted by remy holwick on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 12:38:00 PST

Some people got their baggage on the platform.

Sort of for emma.He's wearing old jeans and some stubble and is on the platform with his baggage, (lit's a common thing, it's ike every man,) but his is notable for being just one mammoth suitcase and...
Posted by remy holwick on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 07:25:00 PST

little western, RL in the desert.

In the desert, RL arches her back, elongates her spine up into the heat of the day, then reverses it and slinks back low in the saddle of her horse in some sandy dirty valley with scorpions and cacti ...
Posted by remy holwick on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 12:35:00 PST

pencils

Posted by remy holwick on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 11:04:00 PST