Noah's Artwork

Soccer Crests

2010-05-15T06:21:00.000-07:00

I have a ton of stuff that I need to take pictures of and upload. However, in the meantime, I'll post pictures of my most recent hobby. I'm a pretty big sports fan, and I've started designing soccer crests for made-up teams.

The first one isn't actually a made up team. It's my team in gym class. Hudson Roosters F.C. We're 2-0 against our arch-rival, Baycaucus United.

This is a made up team called "F.C. Democrática." They play in Havana, and were founded in 1959 (forgot to change the date on the crest), after the Cuban Revolution, by enemies of Castro who were in favor of a democratic Cuba. I think the political elements between soccer clubs is really interesting, and incorporated it here.

This is another one for a made up team, called "Loyal St. Nicholas of Flüe." St. Nicholas of Flüe is the patron saint of Switzerland, and the made up history of this club is that they were founded by swiss immigrants, and play in some American City which I haven't determined yet. The german line around the circle is the last line of the prayer of St. Nicholas of Flüe, in German. Again, I like adding the political/religious element. When I decide where they play I'll update this post.

So tell me what your favorite one is and why! I like feedback, tell me if you would change anything!

I Want You To Have a Baby

2010-01-18T06:21:00.001-08:00

The lover must love.
But she doesn't have to wash the clothes in the rain;
Scour the stains
Out of vomit-stained clothes.

Flogging herself, in evening devotions,
She crawls to the river, and floats on her back, out to sea.

And from the tributaries,
Come other lovers.
They soak in the cool waters.
Rain bounces off their skin,
Like the flecks of vomit in the clothes.

Self Portrait: 1

2009-12-16T14:59:00.000-08:00

The background is more of a navy than black, but in the photo it looks black. By the way, it's a sperm and an egg, for all of you who thought it was a worm eating ice cream.

Khalid Shaikh Mohammed

2009-12-16T14:53:00.000-08:00

Monoprint of the self proclaimed "9/11 Mastermind." He's on trial right now and I saw his picture in the newspaper and thought it was the most terrifying thing i've ever seen. I'm going to keep working on them though, because i don't think i quite captured how scary he looks in the photo.

Bespeckled Dissenters

2009-11-29T20:52:00.000-08:00

This photo isn't as bad as the other one, but I'll probably take a better one anyway.

CH3(CH2)16COONa

2009-11-29T20:47:00.000-08:00

This is an absolutely horrendous photo, and I realize this. I'm going to take a better photo and replace it.

Painting of a sculpture called "girl bathing." I thought it would be interesting to paint a sculpture, because I think the way I paint is sort of like sculpting...

The Lonely Accordion

2009-11-26T10:47:00.001-08:00

With all his strength,
He pushes the bellows together
And deftly articulates the sound
With his nimble fingers.

He plays old French songs,
Rarely heard since his youth;
Rarely heard in America.

The sweet waltz fills his dusty apartment,
And a breeze comes through the open window,
Carrying the volatile sounds of the city.

At the last of his strength,
He sets his soul down
And whispers:
"No one reads me like you."

"L.H.O.O.Q.," or, "Leo, Mona, Marcel, and Me"

2009-11-26T10:46:00.000-08:00

Mona!
Mona!
Mona!

What has Dada done?
He spits on your face;
Taunts! Mocks!
Your glory... undone!

But Mona,
What's that you say?
It cannot possibly be true!
That vulgar phrase--
L.H.O.O.Q.

Sing, Alcatraz! Sing!

2009-11-16T20:15:00.000-08:00

The electric chair

Sally's Income

2009-11-16T14:26:00.000-08:00

Swear ta gawd you can hear tha ocean

The interesting thing about painting seashells in watercolor...is the water connection. very elemental.

The Playground

2009-11-15T21:12:00.000-08:00

I'll try to take some better pictures of it soon. It's inspired by Piet Mondriaan, I suppose.

Still Life

2009-11-08T14:20:00.000-08:00

Skull, weird piece of wood, wooden ball, bottle, peacock feathers. the most difficult part was the peacock feathers, by far.

Mad White Horses

2009-11-08T14:19:00.001-08:00

You can smell it
Before it begins.
Upon deep inhalation,
The cold penetrates,
Seeping into the brain,
Triggering over-awareness.
Now you realize how quiet it is.
And the altitude;
Imminent...
Imposing...

Rolling in the distance
Growing louder
Like thunder!
Like horses accelerating
From a trot
To a gallop!

Fallen on the train tracks.
There is no way out
Of the path of inevitable danger.

Frantically scale down!
They say do not look down
Or else vertigo ensues.
But nothing could strike more fear
Than looking up
And seeing that wall
Of mad white horses
Frantically charging
Full speed ahead!

O, to be enveloped
In that blanket!
That icy small-pox blanket!
Slow, painful death,
Without a friend
To whisper comforting words.
To whisper, to murmur, to talk
To yell, to scream!
It is screaming above you!
Horses! Laughing!
Screaming with ecstasy!

All there is to see
Is purgatorial white.
But Saint Peter does not
Whisper comforting words,
Or extend his hand.
No one does.

In this backwards place
There is no up or down
Or right or left.
Only cold and white.
Perhaps by chance,
A foot is sticking out
Of the vast whiteness.
Perhaps while you are still alive,
Someone sees it,
And rescues you.
Perhaps, after you die,
Someone sees it,
And gives you a proper funeral.

But then again,
Is a cold, lonely funeral,
Not appropriate for such a
Cold, lonely man?

Why were you on this mountain
By yourself to begin with?
You knew when you began your ascent
That you would not survive the avalanche;
You can smell it before it begins.

Some Sort of Sense of Companionship

2009-11-08T14:18:00.001-08:00

Look:
It's a simple procedure,
Really.
I don't see what all the fuss is about.
It's just like when you get it checked out.

You don't even have to pay for it!
I'll pay for it.

I love you.

SDJR

2009-11-08T14:15:00.000-08:00

Sammy Davis Jr. does about everyt
The actor who wrote "Yes, I Can," and starre
the Broadway hit "Golden Boy" is now Co-Prod
ing and playing the leading part in the Ti
Western for ABC-TV

The man, the myth, the legend

P.S. check out that lip. Sexy, Noah...real sexy.

Separation Anxiety

2009-11-08T14:12:00.000-08:00

The Different World

2009-11-08T14:08:00.000-08:00

Cover of my sketchbook. And what a world it is!

Neck-Love

2009-11-08T13:58:00.000-08:00

Giraffes, in Ink

Nabby

2009-11-08T13:56:00.000-08:00

Vladimir Nabokov, in ink

Vermont

2009-11-03T09:46:00.000-08:00

The cold does not bite,
It only gnaws
Your exposed skin,
Making its presence known.

I remember
Building an Igloo with Hal.
Maggie at her pottery wheel,
Molding the uncertain clay
To her merciful desire.

My mother,
Sits in the glowing parlor.
She peers out the frosty window
And sees Hal and me.
A smile breaks on her face.
To some, perhaps unforseen.
But I saw it coming.

At last,
She and I were home.
Home in Vermont.

The Army From The North

2009-11-01T16:12:00.000-08:00

Standing at the banks of the river
I can hear their citizens cheer their heroes.
Always victorious,
They make boys out of the strongest,
Fiercest men we have.

Sometimes, in my most desperate moments,
I consider treason...
But I could never!

Why do I stand here,
On the banks of the river?
It is a tempting river to cross,
And so very,
Very
Shallow.

Some may find it easier to break such young loyalties.
But although these loyalties are young,
They are not untested.

I stand on the southern bank
Because my father stood here,
23 years ago,
When we were victorious.
When, for a fleeting moment,
The Queen bested the King.

O, how I wish I could celebrate--
Not in cheering their beloved army
But in cheering my own.
Just as my father did.

The Girl From Salamanca

2009-10-28T22:14:00.000-07:00

She talks to me in the night
Whispering in my ear
Telling me stories

During the day, when she is in the bakery
I am free to daydream about her
Such a wispy beauty!
Her curved spine is but another curve in her figure
Like an old tree
Hugging me with its branches
Fingers like branches--
Long; delicate.

In the evening we meet
Dine on wine and cheese
She makes me laugh.
But not my usual cackle...
An unfamiliar sound escapes me,
Richer than the wine or the cheese.
A deep, hearty laugh.

We retire,
The girl from Salamanca, and I.
The phonograph skips
And she whispers in my ear,
Maybe talking, maybe singing, maybe telling me stories
I cannot tell as I sail off to sleep.
I dream not of her, but with her,
Falling asleep in eachother's arms

The Objects Of Freedom

2009-10-27T19:07:00.000-07:00

It is my firmly held belief
That only boring people
Have the capacity to lead a boring life.
Cut from a different mold than I,
I should think.

I will be as free as an airplane!
Or a subway car!
Or as an actor.

Free! Free! Free to live where I please
And think what I please.
These things are very important to me.
As are my books
And hats and scarves
And mittens and boots and coats.
Clothes for the summer months too.
For when I return.
Like an airplane,
Or a subway car.

Or a goose,
Coming home to find a quick fix.
Before he leaves again,
When autumn blows in,
This time, for good.

I Remember

2009-10-27T14:21:00.000-07:00

Je me souviens
The Rocket
Flying. A streak of
Dancing Bleu, Blanc, et Rouge

Je me souviens
When the Anglos told
The Rocket
It could not fly

Je me souviens
How the people revolted
The passion of hundreds of years
Of poverty ...Je me souviens

Requiem For An Aging Shoe

2009-10-26T22:17:00.001-07:00

I felt so new
So crisp and fully saturated

Now I am worn
Weary
Faded

A year is not a long time
Relatively, for a human
But it is for a shoe

I remember running
Dancing
Being untied

I don’t even look good anymore

Take me to the gallows!
To the electric chair!
To both;
To the telephone wire!
I would rather hang, singed hourly by electricity
Like a leather Prometheus
Than be neglected
Unnoticed
Any longer

Urine

2009-10-18T17:11:00.000-07:00

Isn't it curious how when you take a piss, the top of the water in the toilet bowl foams up just like a bubble bath? Perverse...yet, soothing. And nostalgic, because I remember noticing those things when I was really young, and thinking it was cool back then. I don't think I've really noticed it since then, until just now.

...cheers.

The Great Southwestern Cactus Society

2009-10-16T18:05:00.000-07:00

I like the first part that I photographed close up the best. Originally I intended for all three pieces to be mounted together, but I might end up just mounting that one on its own.

Self-Portrait, Chuck Close Style

2009-10-16T17:53:00.000-07:00

marlon brando in "on the waterfront"

2009-10-16T17:47:00.000-07:00

For a contest at a local movie theater. The theme is "what's special about Hoboken?" winner gets $1,000. wish me luck!

the guy who took the photo of piccasso that i painted, passed away today

2009-10-08T15:41:00.000-07:00

His name was Irving Penn, I don't know much about his work, other than that it was featured in an old issue of Life Magazine that I was going through. I thought it was a cool photo so I decided to paint it, and my painting won a Judge's Award in the Teen Art's Fair, which was pretty cool. Like I said I'm not that familiar with his work, but I figured I'd put something up here about it. His photo inspired me and I'm sure he's inspired other people too.

In other news, I don't know if anyone reads this blog but I realized I haven't uploaded any real art of mine in a while. I have a bunch of stuff, I just have to take pictures of it.

An Ode To My Beloved Assistant

2009-08-31T23:39:00.000-07:00

The ‘F’ provides the perfect beginning
Like bellows for the fireplace
The lip is pushed into the teeth
Pushing out the hot, suspenseful, stinky breath of profanity
Ffffffffffffffffff…
Like a light fuse of dynamite
Ffffffffffffffffff...
Eyes watch in horror as the spark slides closer to the inevitable
Eyes watch in horror as the mouth forms the first sounds
“He’s not going to say it!”

The ‘U’ is hesitant.
Uhhhhhh…
Suddenly, he remembers hours of childhood punishment
Stool in corner
Soap in mouth
Triggering a million pervasive, frantic thoughts
In his perverse little mind
“Do I dare utter the unholiest of unholies?”
"Do I dare make this pact with satan?"

Finally, with a deafening choke; like a clap of thunder
CK!!!!!!!!!!
It has been done. The deed has been done.
The dynamite explodes, leaving behind only ringing ears, dropped jaws, and rubble
Never has a word, so evil, yet so satisfying, been spoken

Portland, Oregon

2009-04-20T18:50:00.000-07:00

I was there recently. I didn't have access to a real camera on the trip, so I had to take crappy camera phone pictures. Just thought I'd post them. None of these pictures are artwork necessarily, but it's an extremely cool city. Very unique culture.

Portland is nicknamed the City of Roses (or something like that) because the city has moist winters and cool summers, which are apparently the optimum conditions for growing roses all over the place. here is a tree in front of someone's house that was chock-full of roses. I didn't know you could grow them on trees.
Lot's of public art in Portland.

Just some metal roosters
Cool sign for a theater (I think. It might have been a hotel).
Flying metal pigs.
Some bronze (i think) beavers
Big ol' metal horse.
More rooster bissness.

Some cool painted fish displayed on the side of a parking garage (I know it's a bad picture)

Bad art is still art II

2009-03-29T13:37:00.000-07:00

I was in a diner with some friends, and made some faces out of sweet 'n low (or was it splenda?) while I waited for my nachos. Malibu Diner is great, by the way. The waitress didn't even get mad when she saw that I made a mess.

a shot from the transformation piece that didn't fit in with the series

2009-03-24T17:23:00.001-07:00

Smashed Fruit -- Transformation

2009-03-24T16:47:00.000-07:00

old man trapped in a boy's body?

2009-03-10T20:20:00.000-07:00

Bad art is still art

2009-03-07T22:04:00.000-08:00

Orange peels and bread crusts

Self-Potrois

2009-03-07T21:56:00.000-08:00

Nasferatu Picasso

2009-01-04T21:05:00.000-08:00

portrait of my main man pablo

Self portraits

2008-12-15T17:50:00.001-08:00

This one is a work in progress...I'll put pictures of it up again when it's finished

"Denver, 1970"

2008-12-06T10:21:00.000-08:00

Inspired by Romare Bearden, Jack Kerouac, and The Denver Nuggets

More naked people, in charcoal and pastel

2008-11-29T19:59:00.000-08:00

All of these were done on the subway. It's amazing how many naked people ride the train in the wee hours...

A series of drawings of characters from The Bridge of San Luis Rey

2008-11-29T19:42:00.000-08:00

Uncle, Uncle PioActress, "The Perichole"

Twins, Manuel and EstebanGold digga/Abuella, Marquesa

paint'nins

2008-11-29T19:18:00.000-08:00

Oil painting galore with these babies

sketchasketchasketcha

2008-11-23T07:08:00.000-08:00

"The Giraffe" was inspired by my Algebra II teacher, Mr. Tarrant, who pronounced "graph" like "gr-affe." Mr. Tarrant passed away over the summer due to natural causes (the first sketch is not of him). RIP Mr. Tarrant.

Zing!

2008-11-22T12:22:00.000-08:00

Another one:

My bathroom smelled like a McDonald's condiment station for weeks

Photographs!

2008-11-22T11:39:00.000-08:00

This little lumberjack was traveling west to east on business. All he had with him were his logs, and the flannel shirt on his back. We took him in, and raised him as our own.