Tory Van Wey


The Sweet Smell of Victory
October 28, 2009, 2:56 pm
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IMG_2551Victory! Also known as a Chanterelle.

Some of the spoilage from my first mushroom hunt of the season, and the happy result of a day of bushwacking through the Santa Cruz foothills.

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Heeding the Call

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The Call

Mushroom season has barely started here in Northern California and I can hardly contain my excitement! Mushrooms are on my mind, like the above Cantharellus Californicus, or Chanterelle. The forest is an ample provider of deliciousness.

My critique group and I came up with a fun idea for a silly children’s book entitled “Good Mushroom, Bad Mushroom.” As you could probably guess, it is a picture book alternating prints of poisonous mushrooms with delicious ones. Lawsuits and hilarity ensue. Speaking of lawsuits, that idea is copyrighted RATTarts 2009. Steal and you will suffer a terrible blight of boils.

Cheers.



Semi-Functional Public Art

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I LOVE public art. I think it is one of the most exciting things, and it makes my little heart go pitter patter. But why is there so much sterile public art out there? I guess people who give grants have some qualms about funding art that might border on the absurd, entertaining, or (heaven forbid!) humorous! The above was my was my semi-serious proposal for a public art piece entitled “It’s Time, Los Angeles.” Imagine a giant (about 10 ft. in diameter) hamster tube winding through downtown Los Angeles containing several large brightly colored balls. It passes above intersections, through office building, past parks and runs along sidewalks. The awesome thing about it is that the different colored balls represent different times of day and there are certain markings along the tube indicating what time it is when a certain ball passes that point. Don’t you think it would be cool to be sitting in your cubicle tapping away on your keyboard, pretending your not checking your facebook or Perezhilton.com and all of a sudden the 10 foot tall, bright red ball comes slowly rolling through the atrium of your office building? Hey, it must be 12:34pm, lunch time!

Some public art I find anti-sterile.

small scale:

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Edina Tokodi/JÓzsef VÁlyi-TÓth Polar Bears, 2007

Large Scale:

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Lawrence Argent I See What You Mean, 2009

Ginormo Scale:

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Holy Shnikes How Did They Do That Scale

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Christo and Jeanne-Claude Surrounded Islands in Miami, Florida, 1983

Cheers!



The Color of Love
October 16, 2009, 6:16 pm
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This short article was written for the Painted Tongue Studios blog. More images and info about PTS can be found here. Photos courtesy of Benjamin Chan and Painted Tongue Studios.

I have always been a cynic when it comes to love. Whipping up a batch of Valentines cards in October at Painted Tongue Studios did nothing to change that. . .

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Color is essential in portraying emotions and when you couple that with a very loaded word like “love,” you find yourself examining details with a psychological microscope. That icy blue that resulted from a less than clean press seemed too cold, like that one Valentines Day in elementary school when no candy hearts ended up on my desk. Wipe off the ink, clean the press, take two. The next one came out a nauseating baby pink, like the Valentines Day I was hopelessly in love. I just knew I would spend every second of my teenage existence with that certain someone, or maybe that was just the sugar rush from the excess of candy hearts I consumed that year. Wipe, clean, take three. The next one turns out a jealous green, like the Valentines Day when the candy heart I wanted ended up on someone else’s desk. Wipe, clean, take four. This time I add just the smallest touches of all those past valentines days, and then I dilute it with wisdom, experience and lots of transparent white. Now I get a warm and subtle color, not too imposing. That one is just right.

Tory Van Wey (Apprentice at PTS)
October 12, 2009



Art Imitating Life Imitating Art

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Chimney Mountains

Another excerpt from The Walk. These are the Chimney Mountains. They have been burning for thousands of years, ever since some careless creature dropped a match while lighting his pipe.

As strange as it is, this illustration for The Walk was actually inspired by a real place.

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Welcome to Centralia, Pennsylvania! Pop. 9

“In May of 1962, a fire was started in the town landfill, next to the Odd Fellows Cemetary in order to clean up the area before a Memorial Day Celebration. What the members of the town did not realise was that there was an un-sealed abandoned coal mine shaft beneath the pile. The trash fire ignited a coal seam beneath the earth, and it continues burning to this day…Beneath Centralia and surrounding areas lies a rich deposit of anthracite coal; very hard and compact, which burns slowly at a high temperature. Since the initial fire in 1962, the underground mine fires have spread some 400 acres”

Another wonderful burning mountain came into my life recently via my parents and their whirlwind tour of Turkey.

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These are the Turkish fires of Chimera, thought to be the origin of the myth of the Chimera. The Chimera is a fire breathing Lion-Goat-Snake of ancient Greek mythology. Um, can you say badass? These methane fueled fires have been burning for thousands of years. When it rains they simply recede deep into the mountains waiting for it to be dry enough to make their way back to the surface.

Excellent examples of truth being stranger than fiction, and inspiring fiction. Cheers.



I think I feel a curly tail coming on.
October 11, 2009, 7:54 pm
Filed under: illustration, Off Topic

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Six O’clock Hawk

This was drawn while I was watching the news, marveling at the new heights of paranoia one can achieve when staring at the idiot box at Six O’clock. I took a brief hiatus from posting/arting to attend my first Hootenanny at Devil’s Canyon Brewery a couple nights ago. It was slightly lacking in the hooting department but the beer was delicious (as always) and the fire was warm. The best part was random people ambling up to me asking to use my breathalyzer (better safe than sorry right?).

Only after we passed the breathalyzer around a few times did I remember that it’s flu season…and half my social circle either has or knows someone who has H1N1.

Even my attempt to be the responsible twenty some inevitably ends in carelessness. Cheers to that.



Off with her head!

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Queen of Hearts

I find I have many queens in my life. Be it literal or figurative. Actually all of the characters from “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland” tend to pop up in my life quite a bit, as I am sure they do in your life. I think that the Lewis Carroll story does a brilliant job drawing caricatures of some of the more animated personalities we all come across in our day to day existence.

I was always a little dubious of authority but I think I have finally come come to a peaceful coexistence with the mere idea of authority figures and their role in my life. Be it teachers, parents, bosses or mentors, they are all queens and sometimes it seems only natural to challenge them. The real challenge for me it to sit back and listen to what they have to say, but when I do it is usually to my benefit. So here’s to the teachers, parents, bosses and mentors in my life, you make me a better and more humble person everyday. Cheers.



Chicken or Egg, and Clarification
October 2, 2009, 10:39 pm
Filed under: illustration, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , , , ,

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Chickens, eggs, chickens, eggs. Sometimes both, sometimes neither. Sometimes the gut overflows with unanswerable questions. Should I or shouldn’t I? Does she or doesn’t she? Will I or won’t I? Too many to count, too many to answer. What is the sense in deliberating over something that seems to consistently chose its own spontaneous course? Better just answer an enthusiastic YES! to all quandaries and be satisfied with the beautiful sunshine.

I have been asked a few times over the last few days if all the work on this blog is mine. Short answer is yes. All of the images are my doodlings and toolings. If I use an image from another artist I will certainly give credit as due. Obviously I draw inspiration from countless different sources, but these are all my hand. My scrawlings are sort of my way of keeping a journal (I was never really great shakes at writing, discombobulation often ensues), and often I find that they more accurately illustrate my thoughts than the written word ever could. Cheers.




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