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JBurton

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About Me

I'm an artist, and a graphic designer. I'm very in to photography, but it's really more for fine art than commercial or band shooting. If you need or know anyone that needs a logo/ad/webpage/t-shirt/album cover or any other graphic designed please get in touch with me.
E-mail me at [email protected]!
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- ART -


I'm going to keep new projects posted here because it makes things easy. I've put more work into my darker natured art up to this point, but there is much more to come.
A goal of mine (with the darker art), in the words of Diane Arbus; "to show that this is not the best of all possible worlds," But at the same time I want to show what the world can be, and the amazing thing that has been for me. I've recently chosen not to limit myself to any one way of thinking about or approach to creating art.
Art is a way of ridding myself of frustration, and a way of exploring ideas about how we're spending our time here on this planet in general. I create to bring myself down to earth... to keep myself grouded in the fact that I'm just some guy, and with the intent of inspiring others to question their own ways of living.
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Title:

Sorrow

Concept:

This is open for interpretation as far as how it represents what the title means. It was created for "Visions on a theme" at www.thedavecave.us

Materials:

Five digital photographs and about 9 hours of photoshopping.

Title:

Altarpiece of Rejuvination

Concept:

It was something like "People think that life in the movies is unreal, but I think that it's real life that's unreal." - Andy Warhol. My job was to interpret that quote. What I think Warhol is getting at is that many movies are just a simplification of real life, therefore they're much more believable than the true complexity of real life in many cases. The things that happen do so naturally, it's all man-made which means it had to have been based on something that had previously happened, been examined or analyzed etc. I agree completely... and so to support that, I am portraying the un-reality of my own reality. (This is also a simplification, and so it ends up being my own personal version of a movie) I am constantly in some sort of mental cycle. I experience everything; light and dark, good and bad, all of it. Then I gestate (allow thoughts to sit in my mind). Then I purge... this is often in the form of an art project. I 'puke' out all of the shit, everything that bothers me, and I organize it. I make things tangible so I can understand what I'm thinking more clearly. Every person has some way of dealing with their problems - art is my therapy. After I've purged I really come around to see everything much more clearly. When I'm stressed, depressed, or otherwise feeling mentally pressed I often fail to see the whole picture. After I've gotten everything out, and realized what I was doing wrong.. I get to experience that euphoria we call happiness.

Materials:

Photographs of lovely girlfriend wearing white face-paint surrounded by torn drop cloths splattered with black latex paint. Some yarn and other cloth as well.
As presented:
Close-ups:

Title:

Reflacification

Concept:

Addiction becomes us, and is backed by the consumer society we live in. See my blog titled "Reflacification" for a more in-depth explanation. Also, these pictures are crappy, I know - higher quality photographs coming soon.

Materials:

Wood, wire, photographs, house paint, a lot of black caulking, matt and foam board, a black t-shirt and a variety of other miscellaneous debris
Full set-up
Room #1
Room #2
Room #3
Room #4
Room #5
Room #6

Title:

Hall of Eyes

Concept:

You walk through a hall in a public area and stare at the faces of the people walking by. What do you expect? Instant rejection and/or submission; eyes are diverted to maintain personal comfort levels. Are we being controlled by fear, instinct, meeting the norm? OR (D) All of the Above. This project deals with what I believe to be at the very base of social distancing, and my exploration of and frustration with it.

Materials:

Photographs, scrap wood, hard board, screws, nails, adhesives, love, and most importantly; light.
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My Interests

Art (photography, painting, sculpture, architecture, film, music), perception, philosophy, life, Phanie

I'd like to meet:

Visit:

Alex Grey

H.R. Giger

Cam de Leon

Chet Zar

Jonathan Wayshak

Two more great artists; Alex Pardee and Robert Bowen

And a band that we all need to see:

Music:

The list: Tool, A Perfect Circle, Sublime, older Underoath, Primus (Claypool fan), The MARS VOLTA, Deftones, Soundgarden, Red Hot Chili Peppers, some Norma Jean, Evergreen Terrace, From Autumn to Ashes, Smashing Pumpkins, Radiohead, Alice in Chains, Beck, Outkast, Pink Floyd, Gorillaz, The Who, The Beatles, CCR, Zeppelin, Hendrix, STP, At the Drive In, older Rancid, any of the old-school big band stuff, some classical, the only real requirement I have is that it has to be GOOD - which is really quite simple.

Movies:

Eternal Sunshine, A Beautiful Mind, Hellraiser! Stephen King and Tim Burton flicks. Sans the "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" remake.?

Television:

I Shouldn't Be Alive, Miami Ink, Robot Chicken

Basically: Near death experieces, Art, and Comedy

Books:

College text books are my most current fascination.

Heroes:

Andy Kaufman

My Blog

Seven deadly.

Well, I just want to get something up here about this project that I worked so hard on last fall semester. This is  the Seven Deadly Sin project. I arranged photo-shoots with seven...
Posted by JBurton on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 07:01:00 PST

Quicky.

30,000 feet up turbulence is experienced over a spring storm Thousands of tiny hairs stand up on the a womans neck as she experiences an unsettling thought and she glances over at the strang...
Posted by JBurton on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 05:20:00 PST

Poem?

... and the dust and silt becomes our bread as a sitar hums we dance between the graves with gun shots at the sky to perforate the clouds ripping it all apart for a glance into heaven dawn brings twit...
Posted by JBurton on Fri, 30 Mar 2007 09:27:00 PST

Two new peectures.

Myspace is crap, and so I am putting these photos here. Firstly; I'd like to introduce you to a new-found way of working. I make something crappy and keep adding the crappyness on until I reach a poi...
Posted by JBurton on Sun, 11 Mar 2007 08:53:00 PST

Fairfairfairfare.

Four frumpy females in fancy dresses with fair hair finger through their wallets to find money to pay the fare for the fair. Being frugal friends they all wore frowns on their faces with their brows f...
Posted by JBurton on Sun, 11 Mar 2007 07:32:00 PST

Grim foretellings of hope, spangled

It's simple; pain breeds change, and change is inevitable. Yet pain and change are feared. Death is also change, also inevitable, also feared. But in nature we witness forests burnt that regrow h...
Posted by JBurton on Sun, 12 Nov 2006 12:51:00 PST

Golly gee.

I just wrote this really great blog on life and clicked the cancel button. Yep, it's all erased. It makes me thing about the "mandala" training some monks go through. They study and spend a ...
Posted by JBurton on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 10:50:00 PST

Blogging education, jogging on vacation

Hur ar too payntins I dun in skool. I's got good at it cuz I got a good teechur. Dey's learnin me up real good, real fast. First is a redo of a Van Gogh self-portrait in orange 'n'...
Posted by JBurton on Mon, 23 Oct 2006 07:54:00 PST

Undermining Intelligence daily.

I'm frustrated. I seriously want to know what people think about this, so read - reply... give me something here... whether you agree or not. Tell me what you think, please. Give me some love.Recently...
Posted by JBurton on Wed, 20 Sep 2006 12:33:00 PST

Inner-show

blind but conscious sacks fly into walls made of lies she wept and i took off my ego-shades for a short while the debris we left behind made rainbows at night and shadows in the day smiles g...
Posted by JBurton on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 08:28:00 PST