Tuesday, November 10, 2009

In the process of progress

I have just received notification of my acceptance into Artsprojekt! I am in a little disbelief at the moment, as I was not expecting to be warranted such an opportunity. To be a part of an exclusive community of talented artists whom I've looked up to for years is a dream come true. And this is the a small step towards making my larger goals a reality.

A small selection of my illustrations and t-shirts are available through the Artsprojekt website and my zazzle store. Browse Here

With this new status I am looking forward to bringing you several new pieces soon!


In other news, I have completely finished tracking the Pixel Parade album! I may have to re-record some vocals on one song, but other than that, the music is finished. I'm in the beginning stages of the artwork and packaging production. Although financing the album's production is becoming a small issue, which may push it's release date to early next year. That remains to be decided. I'll be updating on this soon. in the meantime, please check out several of the tracks from the upcoming album at the Pixel Parade web page Right Here!


In even further news, I am exceptionally proud to announce that I have 12 pieces in the top 36 winning places, including 1st and 3rd place, in PxlDust's quarterly artist competition! All 12 pieces will be published in PxlDust Magazine both online at pxldust.com and for purchase on lulu.com soon. You can check out the entire 36 winning pieces and all of the artists in the competition Right Here!

Hard work pays off.

Monday, September 14, 2009

The Ornithologist

Check out my newest illustration at my Deviant Art account!

Saturday, September 12, 2009

it's ok to be wrong.

this stretching of daffodils releases the effluence of anxiety, and a fresh dose of the toxic combination of drowning in clouds and inhaling uncertainty.

i'm falling. and falling hard. in the most glorious of circumstances.

falling upwards.

the surface of the sun is engulfing my mind and keeping my heart malleable.

what is is that makes life so unpredictable?

i wasn't expecting this. certainly not so hastily. but i dont feel nervous. i'm not faltering in anxiety. i'm embracing it. i'm embracing her. as a i would a pillow at night after a long, cold winter day. a siren sent with tidings of good will and praise for all my suffering. the reward for keeping my values steady through all of the garbage i have had to force down my throat.

my friends were right. and i'm ready to admit that i was a fool.

Friday, August 28, 2009

Kill The Widow

there's an itch somewhere that needs scratching. there's a hunger that needs feeding.

my biceps are bigger. my heart is shedding its scabs. my mind is like a vacuum.

a fresh horizon awaits in the form of a mind that promises to challenge my own.

I'm on the edge of my seat.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

New Threadless Design!

I have a new design up on Threadless! Please take the time to go and score it! I appreciate the support!

Pollinate - Threadless T-shirts, Nude No More

Monday, August 17, 2009

Lecture: Hello & Vague

As my weary eyes follow your lips up and down, your dry, lifeless rasp reaches across this distant room towards my ear as if a child straining for one more cookie off the tray. However, no matter how vigorous your efforts, the radiating airwaves don't reach my uninterested ears. My thoughts are adrift, lost in another space. Floating like a vessel, alone on the sea. Tranquil and consumed by a fog. The fog of wanderers. Aimless and careless... Flicker... The screen shifts and another long past name presents itself in full view. I return only briefly, to be bombarded with your colorless efforts at injecting these ancient ideas into my already festering stock exchange. Your barracuda certainly has a faster frame rate. But its resolution is far more pixelated when paired up against my ocean. So spit out your dry claims to my lackluster attention. They'll soak themselves soon enough as they drown in the sea of my dreams.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Pxldust.

I have some artwork up on PxlDust.com for review and rating. If I accumulate enough attention, I can get published. Please take the time to go rate my work as you see fit. I appreciate the support.

Here's the link: therichterlens.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Good News/Bad News

Good News: Although it isn't the most professional way to sell artwork, I have started a deviantArt account and I have 75 pieces up for sale. check out my profile and pick up a print!

Bad News: my Threadless design was cut out of the running, so if you haven't scored it yet, dont bother. If you have, then I thank you deeply for your support. i shall be revising the design and resubmitting it shortly, and I am currently working on several other submissions. more on that later.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

PLEASE VOTE FOR ME ON THREADLESS!

My design "Primary" is up for scoring on Threadless.com. go and Vote for me, so I can get it printed!

Primary - Threadless T-shirts, Nude No More

Thursday, July 16, 2009

I Herd My Buffalo With A Sawed-Off, 8 Gauge Dispostition. And I Keep The Safety Off, Honey.

This could be the last time I allow myself to breathe the same air as you, for a considerable amount of time. I've only ever been capable of one thing in its purest form; love. But, as life has taught the living indefinitely and infinitely, efforts need to be made.

for truth.
for results.
for valiance.
for hope.
for betrayal to mean anything.
for the efforts of a man of faith
to
reap any silver
blood must be shed.

t.o.n.i.g.h.t. the umbilical is cut. the blood she spills is, from this day onward, her own.

the stories he writes: transcribed in white blood cells on white canvas in a white room under white lights, grinding his white teeth. white lies.



shortcuts aren't as brave as longcuts, since they can't tell when i'm joking.


i eat piano keys for a romantic evening out, with the belle of the ball. as luscious as the silken wings on a dragonfly, perched atop the crest of an upright strawberry, stained rotten from the war of redskins and cotton-farm valkyrie.

the gramophone weeps for the sound of heartache running down the walls, like sap from the belly of a narwal.

"fly fly, little oil-heron."

tonight i have dined with villainy. made acquaintances with Balias, and traded mindsets with Fiends. I cry hello to the dawn. Pray it kills me. Because another day under the heat of her dress just may be torture enough to slay the torturer.


justice comes in the form of bullet-ridden denim; a pair of generic RayBans; and a shameless, unshakable faith turned into an ego 60 feet tall.

will there be enough water for the two of them?

I reckon not.

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No, I surely reckon not.

Monday, June 29, 2009

there are days...

when trying to salvage this friendship with you is about as fruitful as sticking my hand in a blender.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

a feeling through lazarus...darkly

regret is... HAeasyRD to ignore.

i love Her.

i'm falling in love with her.

i'm wishing i could've loved her.

i tolerate me.



life with you isn't... REimaginaryAL.

i'm intoxicated by Your familiarities.

i'm infatuated by what i dont know about you.

i'm intrigued by your differences.

i'm incapacitated by my indecision.



ireland is looking nice right now.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Death's Just Death, No Matter How You Dress It Up

you had your chance.

and you had yours.

i've been more than patient.

dress your unpleasant restraints in drag and bust out your golden AK-47's.

this kiss will be sweeter without loose ends.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

...so happily recorded.

welcome to the now. i suspect you've been attentive so far. the static wasn't breaking all this up too much i hope. airwaves carrying the transmissions clearly? good. i know you wish we could cut cut cut to a commercial. unfortunately, it's that time. listen and listen again. ... ... ...

... ... ... you. can't. forget. this. message. ... ... ... ... ... . . .

your one hit wonder got you this far... ... ... . . . . ...but it's time to lift your scrawny bones from the sand... ...time to toss your ego aside... ... love...


...is... ...easier... ...made... ... ...than... . . . . . . . .kept.

you've been in the grime for a while my child. ... stop crying...



... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...listen. and listen. ...and listen again.




.love is easier made than kept. .and.


this war... ... ... ... ...

WAR. WAR. WAR.

W.A.R. wAR... ... ... . . . . . . . ... . . . . . . ..... . . ..... .. . WAR IS...

my son. you've lost this time. she wont remember you. she doesn't mean any of it. ...just old feelings. he beat you. fair and square. you had your chance.



How's that heart doing? still running on recycled fuel? can't imagine it's comfortable...

..... . . ... ... . . .. . . .... .. . . . . .

LOVEISEASIERMADETHANKEPT. .are. you. still. ...

tuned in?


listen. and listen. and listen. andlisten. and... listen again.


love is easier made than kept. and,

war is only skin deep.


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carry on.


love,likewar,isonlyskindeep.

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Summer to-do list.

1. Love.

2. everything
3. else
4. on
5. this
6. list
7. will get
8. accomplished
9. if
10. i
11. can
12. manage
13. number
14. 1

Monday, May 4, 2009

Misery Inc.

Skin so soft doesn't deserve a life so cold.

So play it cool. run the path. feel the hunt, so calculated and lasting.

Romance of the Southern Spirit

"Every kiss is a goodbye kiss
And every touch is momentary
Like trying to hold her ghost
Yes she disappears at sunrise
Some times the past is all we have
I see you in my mind so clearly
A salvation to these tired, cold and searching eyes
We fade, we fade away like dream
We come apart at the seam
Every moment comes to an end
Just another fading memory
She let life destroy her
Move through me like a ghost
No one to break thier blades
No one to cut their throats

All of your words will wash away
My broken heart stills mends
But you could care less anyway"

- Zao

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

The Eventual Fall of the Titan and Her Heart



This was my first ever performance piece! The work is a part of my current series entitled "The Passionate Detox." This piece involves two inkjet prints and hand illustration using india inks and charcoal pastels.

The music used in the background appears in order as follows:

Living Together - by Circa Survive
Why We're Better Now - by The Outline
St. Broaderick In Antarctica - by The Sound Of Animals Fighting

Video taken by Bill Friedman

Sunday, April 26, 2009

...can we live together?

"It start's out like a season in reverse. A way to get your mind above it over words. Attaching these identities, erases things so happily recorded. Distress call code word is 'i want to live'."



i make it up as i go. i go away. To places i can only hide in other people's minds. i make it up as i go.


how can i have two completely different "me's?" what am i thinking?

you are... but you are also...


when did the tides shift? was someone going to tell me?

i'm tired of the guessing games. with you. with you. with me!

can't someone just be truthful?

Monday, April 20, 2009

I've Got Friends In All The Right Places

"I've Got Friends" - Manchester Orchestra

dirt in the ground is what I need
I got another one to tell you
and another one to make you believe
pity in the grass tried to be
the one you needed when I told you
that you wanted something bigger than me

I've got friends in all the right places
I know what they want
and I know they don't want me to stay
I said that I've got friends in all the right places
I know what they want
and I know they don't want me to stay

'cause you are not alive
when I need you
I need it quickly
in case you never know

I can't play where I'm not supposed to anyway

dirt in the ground is what I see
I need another reason why
I need another reason, tell me to breathe
the dirtier the sound, the best I breathe
I tried to do it all for you
it didn't do anything for me

'cause I've got friends in all the right places
I know what they want
and I know they don't want me to stay
I've got friends in all the right places
I know what they want
and I know they don't want me to stay

and you and I will find
that when I need you
I need it quickly
in fact, you'll never know

I've got friends in all the right places
I know what they want
and I know they don't want me to stay
I said that I've got friends in all the right places
I know what they want
and I know they don't want me to stay

Sunday, April 19, 2009

The Farthest Feeling

The guillotine just laughed again.

I found your note. In a stack of old school papers. I find it so intriguing to think that we thought we knew so much. I've leased my heart out for too many people for too long a time. Like these shoes, it's scuffed, dirty, and broken in. But regret is the farthest feeling from me.

I can't remember a day when I didn't smile. I suppose that's something to grip. But how long until the oil between my fingers takes its toll?

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Renewal.

This time of year we would normally be walking hand in hand along a country road, engulfed in each other's presence and love. while the times have changed, my heart hasn't. i'd still hold your hand, if you asked me to.

and i'd hold yours as well, if we could muster the courage.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Under The Surface

Sometimes I regret ever meeting you. But it's when the days that I am still able to make you smile come, I realize that I've found my purpose.

I enjoy being the villain.

I told you today that I'm not as good a person as you think I am, and that you'll know it before the end.

I meant it.

If only you knew how much I've longed for revenge. I'm not only proficiently creative in art, but in manipulation and deceit as well. It's unfortunate that you aren't able to see it. You could have saved yourself a lot of grief.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

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We are not watching the television. The television is watching us.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Simulacra

"It is all of metaphysics that is lost. no more mirror of being and appearances, of the real and its concept. No more imaginary coextensitivity: it is genetic miniaturization that is the dimension of simulation. The real is produced from miniaturized cells, matrices, and memory banks, models of control-- and it can be reproduced an indefinite number of times from these." -Jean Baudrilliard

Monday, April 6, 2009

I have nothing you want

23 years of patience.
23 years of practice.
23 years of pride.
23 years of sacrifices.
23 years of lies.
23 years of truth.
23 years of dreams.
23 years of failures.
23 years of hopes.
23 years of fears.
23 years of lust.
23 years of innocence.
23 years of pain.
23 years of pleasure.
23 years of friends.
23 years of enemies.
23 years of wondering.
23 years of belief.
23 years of doubt.
23 years of waiting.
23 years of wanting.
23 years of forgiveness.
23 years of grudges.
23 years of desire.
23 years of holding back.
23 years of love.

23 years of you.

now what do you plan to do?

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

and it starts, sometime around midnight

i long for it. i need it. but then i remind myself that it's not my choice to make anymore.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

guilt.

sometimes people's lives take them strange places...makes them do strange things. And they can't talk about them. I know how that is.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

I'm not a doormat.

I've decided it's time.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

joshrichter.com

I am proud to announce that i officially own joshrichter.com and am currently constructing the site. You're welcome to check it out, but there isn't much there yet. i'll keep you posted as to its progress. stay tuned!

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

a silencing that still walks the streets.

The sun is unearthing itself from it's nightly grave. It painstakingly ascends into that sapphire expanse, bringing luminescence to yet another chapter of my existence. The final act of my young adult life begins this morning.

And I begin with you in mind.