andrew anderson

Road

2011-08-31T13:39:00.000-07:00

With the wind in my face I left the land of my birth and set out across the country through places it seemed I had never been.

I discovered the beauty of desolation while driving through the barren Nevada desert. Where spectral modern ghost towns clung to the cracked asphalt of the highway like sun baked rib bones grasp to the spinal column of some long dead beast of burden half buried in sand. The only places of business that seemed to flourish in this stark landscape are that of pleasure and vice which ironically had parking lots full of eager patrons.

Passing through the wonders of Northern Arizona, with it's giant rolling clouds and wraith like birch forests, I laid eyes on one of the greatest wonders of Mother Nature. The Grand Canyon, a rift on the surface of our earth so deep and wide that it defies all forms of description or categorization through any form of communication. Even experiencing it first hand left my mind reeling at the intense vastness of this land born abyss.

In the Land of Enchantment I rode between three tumultuous thunderstorms. Each rolling and competing in the wide blue sky. Excitedly throwing bolts of electricity to the baked high desert earth and infusing the air with the scent of ozone, wet dirt, sage and pine. As the sun set through the aftermath of this meteorological struggle it cast a vibrant crimson glow upon the sheets of rain to the north of the wonderful New Mexico sky.

Entering into West Texas there were more signs of abandoned towns and dreams. Old concrete walls with chipped paint, boarded up doors and windows broken by the promise of the American Dream as it became the American Reality cast an eerie silhouette against the endless horizon of oil fields with their ponderously slow pumps moving in an arrhythmic dance. Finally after many miles the despondency of this scene was broken by the wave like beauty of the Hill Country. With the lush ranches and thick accents I started to feel more at peace.

It was then, as I was ending my journey that I realized this topography which I thought would be alien to me matched that of my own internal road. One of struggle, success, love, pain, companionship, solitude, wonder, beauty, desolation, conviction and vice. But most importantly a road that continues even as I stop in Austin.

over black shores

2011-08-21T23:32:00.001-07:00

over black shores by amaximus

spaces in between

2011-08-21T23:31:00.001-07:00

spaces in between by amaximus

(sigil)

2011-08-14T11:40:00.001-07:00

(sigil) by amaximus

velvet fjord

2011-08-14T11:39:00.001-07:00

velvet fjord by amaximus

4 archtypes by amaximus

2010-09-11T18:38:00.001-07:00

4 archtypes by amaximus

point box variations

2010-07-03T17:19:00.001-07:00

point box variations 2 by amaximus

point box

2010-05-22T20:30:00.001-07:00

Point Box by amaximus

running with the devil!

2010-04-13T20:49:00.001-07:00

i rode an evil amount today!

textures of rome

2010-03-22T07:44:00.001-07:00

italian noses

2010-03-21T16:02:00.000-07:00

At last my friend, the road divides by amaximus

2010-01-14T03:23:00.001-08:00

At last my friend, the road divides by amaximus

thank you motorcycle helmet

2009-12-03T12:45:00.000-08:00

i dropped my motorcycle. i feel fortunate that i was only going 5mph. my shoulder is in some pain and i am bruised on my leg. the bike has some minor damage.

dog gone plants!

2009-11-10T21:19:00.000-08:00

tonight i bought a carnivorous plant. it had a little toothed mouth in the soil hidden by all the lush foliage. as it chewed the raw protein that i fed it, little morsels of deminerialized soil and water would spill in. over just a few hours, the mouth grew and the fangs calcified even as the greenery started to wilt. i swear i started to see dark blinking eyes and tangled limbs among the deteriorating root system. before the end of the night this strange life-form had broken out of it's terra-cotta housing and started walking around the apartment. a white furry tail that i earlier mistook as a moldy tendril of plant life started wagging. i brushed away the drying soil and browned residue of once thick leaves to discover a white male shih-tzu staring up at me with beady hungry eyes. that is what i get for drinking whiskey and reading warren ellis before taking a fucking nap.

new small painting

2009-11-01T22:32:00.001-08:00

small multi-media painting using acrylics, chalks, newspaper, washes, gauze and cigarettes.

nature is satan's playground...

2009-11-01T14:49:00.000-08:00

...perhaps that is why i love it. or maybe it just calls to my ancient danish and norwegian hive memories that go creeping around in the euro57 sauce that science calls genetics. anyway, if anyone needs a cool cover for a black metal album, here you go.

small paintings

2009-10-14T17:41:00.000-07:00

these are a couple of small peices that i did for my good friend matthew.

photos

2009-10-04T12:40:00.001-07:00