LINDO'S ART

Holding On

2012-03-04T09:14:00.001-08:00

I'd like to think that I'm a happy drunk. And being a happy drunk, I tend to want to spread my feelings of goodwill and mirth to those who cross my mind.

This is why my drunk dials are almost never a bad idea.

I don't call up exes and embarass myself (I think). I call up people who I have lost touch with yet deeply admire. Friends with particluar energies, qualities, and shared memories that I don't want to lose touch with.

Confession: most of them are female. And I wonder how quickly that shit will stop if they get married, or I get married, or what have you. But for right now -- and by right now I mean last night, and any other night I spend way too much on drinks in Hollywood -- I feel righteous in reminding people how special they are at 12:45am on a Saturday night.

It's always good to be reminded that somebody out there loves you.

Local Sights

2012-03-03T20:12:00.002-08:00

Day

and Night

It has become quite apparent that I am a gatekeeper to my own success and happiness.

And at present, I seem to have locked myself out...

The Precipice of Success

2012-01-11T19:35:00.000-08:00

Every year I promise myself something great will happen. Kind of like a batter calling his homerun before the pitch, I ask the Universe for something I feel I'm ready for.

These evolutions have taken place as follows:

2009

"I'm going to fall in love and finally get into a relationship this year."

(I did. After wading through a 3 year 'single' period, I finally found someone great.)

2010

"I'm not going to work in Production anymore. I'm going to get the job I want."

(I became a Writer's Assistant on an HBO comedy series.)

2011

"I'm going to stop being an amateur, and become a professional."

(I began writing on HBO's HUNG)

So here is 2012. Hung is over. And I'm turning 30.

So what I am asking for is simple.

2012

"I'm going to make some fucking money this year."

(i.e. sell a script or get a staffing job)

I'm an artist. I've never cared about money, I've cared about my proximity to a realized dream.

But I've been studying and working and creating and evolving and sacrificing for 5 years now. I've been proving my worth to other writers and representatives, honing my craft and gathering the skills and the discipline I needed to say "Yes, I am ready to be a working professional writer in Hollywood."

I know what it's like to feel stuck, to feel like your work isn't there yet and you're not quite ready but you want a shot anyway. But that time is over for me now. This is the time where I use my skills to make a good living everyday.

I will finish what I create, and what I create will have value.

I want the harvest. I want to enjoy living just as much as I enjoy working.

I have always believed in myself. I believe I have a destiny, a path, and if I continue to stay hungry, and foolish, and to seek adventure, happiness and fortune, then that is exactly what the Universe will give me.

I'm going to be a grownup this year, and goddamn it, I'm going to enjoy it.

It's never too late to kill the person you used to be.

2011-12-29T12:34:00.000-08:00

People are mirrors: they each reflect you differently, and depending on the mirror, you might not like what you see. In essence, you are the company you keep.

I let go of an old friend recently. The reasons were hard to explain, hard to convey without any admissible charges or crimes. In truth, this friend never did anything consciously hurtful or cruel. She was a good person and a good friend to me.

Her only crime was reflecting everything I hated about myself.

Some people meet you or see you at your most vulnerable... your weakest, most pathetic, formative state. Sometimes that vulnerability brings you closer together... and sometimes it puts you on your defensive for the rest of your days.

No matter what they say, you know who you were when you met. And no matter how far you climb, they will always remember your secrets, growing pains and failures.

Such a dynamic can leave you constantly trying to work against the image of who you used to be. Trying to prove to them, or rather to yourself, that these fatal flaws are no longer yours.

But you don't have to prove who you are. The only proof you need is the life you lead. So if you find yourself appealing to the Jury of the past, the only exoneration is to kill and bury the person you used to be. Forever.

Perhaps that sounds disturbing or even rash. But some of us survive by shedding our skins, and it's hard to relinquish an old identity when loose ends keep pulling you back to the places you wish to forget. My life used to be defined by what I could not have. But not anymore. I grew. I changed. I survived.

Every stupid, scared, insecure, fragile, rejected, anxious thing that defined me -- I put a bullet through all of it.

I am not that person anymore. He's dead and buried.

And I am free.

Confession.

2011-12-23T12:38:00.000-08:00

And that is why we can't be friends.

Coming Apart

2011-08-27T13:34:00.000-07:00

There's this fantastic little feature in iPhoto that lets you hide photos from yourself. I would assume we're all using this function for the same purpose: to get rid of photographs of the people we used to love... without actually getting rid of them.

Last summer I had a torrid little love affair that kind of brought me back to life. Unfortunately, life turned very complicated, and it dissipated.

But out of all the photographs that I hide from myself, I don't hide those. They don't bring me pain or sadness or regret. She was great. We were great. And I know she's happy now. Deservedly so. In some ways we got close enough to matter, and hopefully got out just in time.

These are the days I turn into a 60 year old man and look at the slideshows of the past. The music I was listening to back then; set to the images of what happiness was like back then.

Last night, a woman told me I should have a blog or a book or something about my romantic life; she seemed to think I had so many stories.

But that's just how it looks to someone without the details. It sounds like I've been to so many places, met so many people, but to me... I feel like I've only begun to see the world.

Fake Horror Movie Poster Time

2011-06-12T19:55:00.001-07:00

Admit it. You 4-Square users are just asking for it.

made using a photo of my buddy Dallas in a raincoat checking his iPhone.

Special thanks to Bittbox for the bricks, and to Epper at Deviant Art for the Rating brush.
epper.deviantart.com/

Far Away

2011-03-01T13:24:00.003-08:00

No matter how far I get, I always look back.

Digital Skin

2011-02-21T02:18:00.000-08:00

It's amazing how much we put out there for the world to see -- yet we're not even sure who sees it.

(all models via Facebook)

Let it all out.

2010-12-23T20:09:00.000-08:00

I'm really glad my brother Collin came to visit a couple years ago. We really worked out all possible issues... at least I think we did. I certainly talked a lot.

Seriously. My brother's expression is priceless.

Sometimes you stay inside all day.

2010-12-10T10:31:00.000-08:00

PRISONER

BLOOD & WATER COLORS

And what does that get you?

Death, Decay and other Fun Subjects

2010-11-28T16:29:00.001-08:00

SPECIAL

Really proud of this piece. Mainly because it evokes and communicates something personal to me -- my feelings on the inevitable.

I did a lot of artwork over the weekend and it was so fulfilling. I've been on a writing tear as of late and hadn't done much drawing/tracing/photoshopping, but I got a little bit of an image-craving this Holiday Weekend, and cranked out some new portraits after finding a strange bit of inspiration via the theme of decay and demise.

I Heart LA

I know how uplifiting that sounds. But can't something terrifying be turned into something beautiful?

I found this in the Future...

2010-11-27T19:39:00.000-08:00

Apparently I have a lot to share.

City of Angels

2010-11-27T16:21:00.000-08:00

It gives and it takes.

Don't let your children fall in with the zombies...

2010-11-23T14:33:00.000-08:00

4 YEARS LATER...

2010-11-13T13:33:00.000-08:00

I moved to Los Angeles 4 years ago without a single connection. Yesterday, I was assigned my first co-writing gig on an HBO series.

Time flies when you're busting your ass.

Thanks, Universe.

Post-Halloween-Distress

2010-11-06T16:38:00.000-07:00

I AIN'T FRAID OF NO...

...GHOSTS.

Once again, I waited until the last minute and then half-assed a "look" for Halloween. And that look was "Tall Guy with vague zombie Makeup," which was better than my original inclination, "Bloody Guy".

I managed to stay out until 4am without really having the time of my life. Youth is overrated. Sometimes.

I like to think of myself as a fairly creative guy, but when it comes to Halloween, I'm completely past my prime.

Binky Rudich Grows Up

2010-10-26T19:44:00.000-07:00

When I was a kid, I performed in a community theater production of a play called REVENGE OF THE SPACE PANDAS: OR, BINKY RUDICH AND THE 2 SPEED CLOCK.

I had the lead role of child genius inventor Binky Rudich. It was a colossal failure. We had zero attendance a couple matinees.

I hadn't thought about it in years. So I googled the play. It was written by some guy named David Mamet.

...

David Mamet. Wrote a kids play. About Space Pandas. And talking sheep.

Nice to know I've performed Mamet on stage.

Leaving a Mark.

2010-10-23T14:09:00.000-07:00

Been thinking a lot lately about what we leave behind. Hopefully it's something good...

I guess if one thinks about dying too much, one could get rather bummed. I suppose civilization has a short memory. My only mission is to create a few things worth remembering.

Old Pictures. New Art.

2010-10-21T17:59:00.000-07:00

It's an old day. It's an old dawn. And I'm feelin' new.

you missed a spot.

Meet me at 4th & Atlantis

10 Minute Muses

2010-10-17T23:26:00.000-07:00

A collection of stuff I made one night while waiting for you to show up...

Splash

Meet Cute

Sun Drops

I Love New York

2010-10-17T22:41:00.000-07:00

A row of pen tablet portraits I've done of New York muses. Thrown against a displacement map/linear burn using a stock photo (Thanks Caleb Kimbrough!)

If you ever want to fall into a treasure trove of stock photo bounty, I implore you to visit:

bittbox.com and lostandtaken.com

Starlights

me & Kim at Beauty Bar NY

City Boy

Urban Jungle

2010-10-17T22:28:00.000-07:00

Exterior Damage

Interior Damage

Some pictures from downtown LA and New York (Public House, represent!) get infused with earth.