first attempt: simple t-shirt idea

white on black or black on white....

New T-Shirts.

So the first string of new ways in which I plan on raising a little capital is to do another run of T-shirts. I'm going to do three new designs using black on white/white on black. I haven't finalized any designs, but they are in the works at the moment. The real question now is how many do I print. So I figured I will simply take as many advance orders as possible and then base the final order on that.

The shirts will be all be 20 dollars with free shipping or 17 dollars if you buy it direct. I will be doing standard T-shirts and girls T's (and maybe a third thing).

If you have any desire for a shirt, or even think you might have a desire, just post a yes or a maybe in response to this blog.... or let me know in person, or by e-mail ( zac@zacmax.com ), or on facebook.

A strange twittering sensation (occasionally associated with Carpel Tunnel Syndrome)

Well I've always had a pragmatic view when it comes to new online trends, and twitter is no exception. I started out very apprehensive, actually to be honest I hated the idea (I still don't consider myself a huge proponent of the thing). After a while though its popularity and it's potential seemed something worth exploring. The fact that everything is searchable, it boosts google hits and opens you up to another extensively large social network.. well it seemed like something any sensible business minded artist should look into. And look into it I did. I mostly just followed the 15 or 20 people i knew on twitter and then a host of interesting artists and celebrities. It wasn't an earthshaking experience by any means. I would occasionally post a comment to this person or that one but usually I just mentioned my blog posts and well... not much else. Anyway my social networking popularity far from snowballed out of control (which was the greatest immediate permutation of a new social networking experience); maybe I am just not an adept social-networker, maybe I just don't have the dedication to the media thats needed for true transcendental twittering. Whatever the case, I didn't really give a shit (to put it plainly). The whole Twitter thing was kind of a backburner issue. I decided since it was a a moot enough point that anything seemed fair game, so i found found a batch-following applications and had myself a ball adding upwards of 500 people at a time (specifically those who seemed interested in art). Now here I was going about my business, happily friending 500 people in 20 minute intervals, waiting a couple days and then unfriending whoever didn't follow me, when all of a sudden my account gets removed. It turns out the higher ups at twitter got wind and decided to put the digital foot down. Apparently my actions were not entirely kosher. Oops. So the twitter-authorities (twitter-police?) suspended my account for the last month or so. I wrote them a nice long apologies, but they still made me wait a month. I guess now they feel that I've had sufficient time to repent, that I have come to alms with my seedy past, I am now fit to tweet again.

Alright world..

Well, I haven't posted too frequently these days. Maybe I caught a bit of the rampant lethargy that thrives in California. Anyway, I'm back in business. The seasons are changing, things are about to get busy and all that; and it is that business which I live for. So, aside from a brief mud-period which will occur in the next two to four weeks, it's looking like things are about to get serious. I'm going to start posting frequently again, what about, I'm not entirely sure.

One thing on my agenda for the upcoming months is to raise 30 some odd thousand dollars. You see my driving force, my Raison D'etra if you will, is to make sculpture and unfortunately my old shop is on the verge of collapse such that I don't feel comfortable working in it anymore. So I need to pour a concrete slab, get a prefab building and wire it up, should end up costing me around 30 grand. No small task. I have a couple ideas in mind, nothing concrete yet, obviously a bake sale is in the works. But I'm gonna need all the help I can get. I'll be looking to make money in every way possible, except maybe selling my body. So I'll have a whole line of T-shirts in the works, small scale sculptures, large scale sculptures and even one mammoth invest-based project as the summers opus. Also man power will be important, I'm gonna need willing and able volunteers who want to come in and get dirty and live off the fat of the land and Henry David Thoreau it for a weekend or two, because not only do I want to rebuild the shop but I'm looking to utilize the entire ten acres of property which it sits on (fruits, vegetables, art shows, live music, living spaces, art studios, the works). Oh yeah, did I mention: Fuck the economy.

LES Art Show

Thanks everyone who showed up.

If your not featured in these pictures and you showed up it's not because I don't like you I just don't have a photo of you.

If you didn't make it, that's okay, I don't much like going to art openings myself (am I allowed to say that?) unless they have a really good spread (and the cheese was pretty good at this one), the show will be up until March 29th. Oh and there will be a Closing show on Thursday March 25th.

The gallery hours are 11 am to 5pm sunday-friday and 12pm to 6pm on saturday. If you stop in, let me know what you think, even if you think it's all rubbish, because sometimes criticism is better than nothing (and it's way better than Viagra spam comments).

Much love again to all who showed and all those who attended the post-show-bar-fiasco, I had a great time.

The Ego and The ID

Come one come all.
Bridge Gallery NY, 98 Orchard st.
The EGO and The ID: Featuring the artwork of Lori Schuela, Sydney Cash and Myself opens this SUNDAY February 28th from 4:30pm - 7:30pm closes MARCH 29th.

Sinful Sinny Simpkins (a sculpture based on a poem)

This is a sculpture I made this past summer, based on a poem I wrote (pictured with and without paint)... four or five years ago.

Here's the poem:

Sinful Sinny Simpkins

eats the cherries from her pies,

when she’s done with all the pickins

she throws the crust at passerbys.

Sinful Sinny Simpkins

Likes Jolly Jimmy Jones,

one can tell that she’s so smitten

as she’s pelting him with stones.

Sinful Sinny Simpkins

catches toads all the time,

she stores them for safe keeping

in the jugs of father’s wine.

Sinful Sinny Simpkins

to reform school she is sent,

to do some inner thinkin

and maybe to repent.

how the west was moderately photodocumented.

All photos are reverse chronological order... which means a slight bit of explaining is in order...

Since we left Watsonville, we went down to LA and then drove from LA to Boca Raton, Florida. So the picture below was taken yesterday when I welded a coffee table for grandmother (who, by now you may have guessed, lives in Boca).

Remember folks, never weld in T-shirt, you may look cool, but it's never worth it.

Arm Wrestling Eibol in Watsonville the last night of our stay

Eibol's crazy texan stepdad Bill holding a plastic baby...

Chess, Scotch and Beer in San Fran with my buddy Lou (final score from that night 6-6)

Kickin a volleyball around on the beach in Malibu

This man was actually equipped with bear-mace.

Me meeting Robert Williams, Legendary low brow painter and founder of Juxtapoz magazine (an epic moment in my life)

My dad hiking in Nevada? Arizona? New Mexico? I dunno, one of those westerly states.

Me and Mikey the Wags havin' dinner in St. Louis

The frosty day we set out on this journey

All that which precedes us

a brief disclaimer for long blog posts (and pictures)

So if you look below, at the two posts prior they are both very long wordy posts. Before publishing both of these I felt a little hesitant to actually put them up, not because I don't want people to read it, I'm happy to have people read it, but because of this weird push and pull feeling that is created by our social networking blogosphere and all that jazz. It's a bit odd to write up some long diatribe and say "here you are people, read this." I don't know if I should expect feedback I don't even know if anyone reads it at all. At the same time I don't want to create tension where people feel beholden to read it or comment or something. So I'm writing this disclaimer (albeit mostly for myself) to say that it is not necessary to actually read these things; I occasionally feel that I should, based on the fact that I write a blog, keep some semblance of record of the things I've done. So It's there, it's in the ether for all to devour or not devour; if your curious go with it and if your eyes hang heavy with lethargy after paragraph one, than please, stop reading. That is all.

this is a picture of a horse:

How the west was too.

After rereading my previous post about my trip I realize it sounds a little silly to retroactively synopsize a journey such as I just went on. Nothing about this trip has been so simple as I made it seem in the post before, there was no "oh we're in LA now! Okay, this stinks! Lets go somewhere else!" It was just life, only with more constant changes. Nothing was stagnant, but it was never a simple : this is bad and this good. Most of the journey was much too complicated for me to wrap my mind around while I was in the moment, so I was never up for relaying a direct account of my travels, which is why I've chosen to do this sort of sweeping synopsis. So maybe I can make my account of the rest of the journey a little more human (without getting too long winded).

So back to Watsonville we went. Once we got there we negotiated a shop rental, stayed a few nights in a motel, until eventually we decided to turn the office of the shop into a temporary living space (we weren't in the lap of luxury, but we made do). Once in Watsonville at my 4 x 4 shop table, surrounding by welding equipment and scrap metal I decided it was time to put my nose to the grindstone (what a silly phrase). I had spent too much time on the road and hadn't had the opportunity to work in too long so, needless to say, I was rarin' to go. And go I did. I looked around for a place to show my work, set up a venue, and then cranked out 32 new sculptures in the first two weeks. Most of em' were little, but still, 32 sculptures is a lot of work any way you slice it. I had a show up north in Palo Alto, but the apathetic malaise we were beginning to grow accustom to in California was all too apparent and the turnout was less than spectacular. So the show wasn't great, no matter, back to the drawing board.

I took a couple days off work, went looking for some soccer games, started fraternizing with the locals and frequenting a nearby bar. Occasionally things would seem grim because there was no real potential for any monetary gain while we were out there, but the chance to make newer and better work in a different environment was too good to be true. It didn't take long before my hyperactive tendency to always kick a soccer ball during the time I wasn't working led me to meeting Eibol (pronounced Abel), the musician/woodworker who worked next door, who would come and kick it around with me during his lunch breaks at the mobile Taco stand. Eibol invited me to a pickup soccer game at a local indoor arena and also helped me improve my spanish every chance he could. Throughout the trip Eibol would come by the shop late and night and hang out, have a few drinks and even play some chess.

Over the next month and a half I would play soccer twice a week, eat nothing but mexican food (all there was were Taquerias), learn to love Mango covered in chili as well as rice pudding flavored ice pops, speak spanish to pretty much everyone and continue to make as much sculpture as I could (including a larger-than-life-sized bust of the mechanic who worked next door).

The people from whom I rented the shop were great ironworkers and metal sculptors (www.sculpturetech.com) and they graciously showed me how to operate some awesome machinery. I was equally fortunate to meet Paul and Forest Cheney (www.Cheneymetals.com) local blacksmiths of the highest caliber who relayed to me some awesome techniques, which I've already put to use in a few sculptures.

Watsonville was an amazing experience, highlighted by events such as the time I played Pictionary with Eibol's family and his friend Jaun who spoke english only slightly better than I spoke spanish (Jaun and I were one team, Eibol and his mom another, my dad and Eibol's Texan step-father a third [as it turns out Jaun and I would kick everyones ass]). The last night, in Watsonville was a wonderful culmination of our whole time spent there, when my father and I went out to the local bar and we invited Eibol and his family (and Jaun) to come meet us there. After a little while we convinced Eibol to fetch Jaun's guitar, a notion which was further supported by the bartender and the lone couple who was at the bar with us, and he and his mother and eventually the cooking staff would all join in and put on an incredible concert (including variations of Hotel California, Me Gustas Tu, Stairway to heaven, and a drunk chorus of La Bamba). It was a fitting ending for a an excellent trip in an interesting place.

The end... except more happened after Watsonville and I left a lot out and the trip is still happening. But hey, I'm trying to be concise about all this!

I'll post some pictures.

How the west was 1.

I feel like I should probably make this a two part post, but if I don't than consider the title (simply) a lame homage to John Wayne and Jim Stewart (and whoever else was in that movie).

To start off our three month journey, my father and I loaded up the truck with sculpture and headed out west. We bounded out, not wasting much time, until we hit LA. There we stayed for a few days, but the incredible vastness of the place was too much to handle and we left for northern California with a sour taste in our mouths. So, off we went, to San Fran to stay with my sister and, on the way there, we stopped to check out a metal shop in random little town called Watsonville (a major agriculture and industry town, replete with metal sculptors and strawberry farmers)....

At this point one may be wondering why we would set out on a journey like this in the first place. My reasons were simple: I wanted to escape the cold harsh winter of NY, I wanted to make as much sculpture as possible, I wanted to play soccer and I wanted to improve my spanish. Simple as that!

... Anyway we stop in Watsonville, check out a few metal shops and decide to stay the night. We spend the next couple days checking out the place, seeing what it has to offer... eventually we move on and make it up to Berkeley to spend some time with my sister. We spend a week or so in Berkeley until it dawns on us that Berkeley is simply a repository for brainy college kids and the relatively insane (an odd combo) and we needed to, pardon my french, get the fuck outta there.

So out we went, and here I mus note that things were getting hectic, tempers were flaring; I was torn in one direction and my father another and this joint trip to California seemed fruitless (come on a 22 year old and his 57 year old father, loosed on California, stuck in a city that is primarily college kids who are perceptibly mad: it's not hard to see this as a recipe for disaster). But we gathered our wits and saw that the answer was probably that mostly mexican farming town two hours south where we checked out a couple metal shops: Watsonville.

this concludes part 1.

Stay tuned for the second edition:

And maybe some photos.

Also my website has been super duper revamped and updated so go check it out!

www.zacmax.com !

(it's still undergoing a few tweaks, but you'll get the idea)

Dripping Inevitability

New sculpture that employs the technique of heat-bluing to color the steel.

Also just an update. I'll be leaving california and headed east in the next couple days, I should be back in NY by the 22nd.

Be ready NY.

-Love, Zac

Record-Frames

I did a whole series of drawings which I framed with old record jackets for some interesting combinations. All are on display at Tweekin in SF.

This is just a sample, more coming soon.

Martin- Made

I think I got him!

Zacmax x Tweekin

Alright anyone who's in SF should come through to the show this friday and if you know people in SF spread the word.

Here's my little press release dealio:

Opening this friday at Tweekin Records is a show of new works by New York based Metal Sculptor, Zac Shavrick. The show will feature an array of sculptures and drawings of varying different sizes. The new work ranges from the disturbing to iconic, from a despotic monster to Don Quixote to a bust of Albert Einstein.

The work will be on display for three weeks.

Opening reception: Friday, january 15th 6.pm - 10.pm

Closing reception: Friday, January 29th 6.pm- 10.pm

Location: Tweekin Records, located at 593 Haight st. in San Francisco, CA.

Free Delerium Tremens (beer)

Making Martin

The latest sculpture I'm working is a bust of of Martin the ex-boxer, ex-Cruz-Azul-professional-soccer-goalie and Diesel Engine Mechanic. Currently doing preliminary studies and the preparatory work.

Listing (starboard!)

So I haven't written anything in a very long while and I believe I'm definitely due to give something of an update... but I'm not particularly fond of generic updates (though I have surely written my share) Lists on the other hand, I'm quite fond of. So in light of the new decade I think I'll write up a list of um... well I'll just write up a list:

List Part A. Section 1. Subsection I : A list of possible names and ideas for lists post 2009 :

-A list of things from this past year that are worth mentioning

-A list of things from this past year to remember never to do again

-A list of things from this past year that make me sound impressive

-A list of resolutions for the new year

-A list of goals for the new year

-A list of sculpture ideas for the new year

-A list that is extremely random and replete with complicated and ridiculous structuring denominations

-A list that somehow includes bits and pieces of each of the above ideas.

List Part B. section 1, with regards to subsection II (unwritten) of previous section: a nod to the past:

-Last year, 2009, I made an excursion (towards the end of the year mind you) to California

-This year, 2010, I am currently still in California

-I miss NY

-I successfully created all of the following sculptures in 2009:

1. Malevolution

2. Man going through rolling machine

3. Dragon

4. Man with gas mask smoking a cigarette and his mutated dog

5. Bust of Einstein

6-x (x being a number between 40 and 50) other sculptures of various shapes and sizes

-I read Infinite Jest and The Brothers Karamazov.

-2009 was a difficult year.

List Part B-2 Section 1: A look to the future

-Improve upon the 3 S's

I. Spanish

II.Soccer

III.Sculpting

-Drink less

-Attempt to mitigate hypocritical feelings about killing animals by eating less meat.

-Create my biggest sculpture to date

-New T-shirts (a lot of em)

-New Website

-New Hairdew

-Yagerbombs.

-Read War and Peace

Part D-1, Sub-subsection XXI as pertains to all previous sections both written and unwritten, as is dependent on which onionlike layer of time you exist within: Predictions and Musings:

-California will most likely drift into the ocean (as will Rhode Island)

-I should call Nick Wu more often

-The majority of roads in the united states will remain under construction

-The human race will narrowly evade extinction once more

-The iPhone will suck big time

-Actually the iPhone already kinda sucks

-I want to learn to cook Thai food

and even more new work

oh yes, there's more: