You may have noticed, or not, that I’ve been missing from the web the last few days. No posts, few statuses, no chats. I’ve been MIA. Well, where I have been is embarking on a secret project of high importance. I’ve been time traveling. Now, I know that I’ve been watching a lot of Doctor Who lately and the idea of time travel is rarely far from my brain but this time it’s true. I’ve been peeking into the past looking around.
It all started two weeks ago when my brother, the other Travis, and I started watching our old home movies. It was amazing. The things I saw. I saw both large things and small things that I had all but forgotten. Shoes, that I used to wear all the time. The way my mom kept her basement. My sister’s hair color. So many things of such big and little importance, all lost. All these things lost to my mind forever. Until now. I started scanning stuff to keep it alive. Photos, art, pictures of old toys. Getting everything I can on the computer so I can remember it.
It seems fitting that here on my blog which title talks all about the mind of Travis that we should reveal some of these lost artifacts of the younger, healthier, and goobier-looking Travis. So over the next few weeks I am going to reveal different parts of my life. Some will be pictures of a young Travis, some will be videos, some will be recordings of me made on my LDS mission in Baltimore, singing about a Dolphin Princess. So to start off, today we are going to look at some old drawings.
This is the Beat Down Bunny. A realistic piece created with the most sincere attempt of destroying Easter for kids. I also wrote it don't smoke incase my mom ever saw it, she wouldn't think I was like the bunny.
Now the thing about me as an artist (in the drawing sense) is: I am terrible. I know what your comments (if any) will say. “No you’re not” or “Better than I could do” but I am not great and even being better than you does not make me good. In my last few years I’ve come to accept my role as a not so good drawer. My brother Miles, is a hundred times better than me. I mean, sure, I’ve had some really good drawings in my day but they are not coming consistently and almost always they suffer from some ailment. Be it a funny looking arm or a head that is not proportional to the body. Now of course, there was robo-date or brown paper bag, both original pieces and both very good, but that’s two of hundreds of doodles and sketches.
"A superhero named Chimp. When his parents were kidnapped, he chose to seek revenge and make sure this never happened to anyone in Salt Lake again." I am serious, that's what I wrote somewhere. Basically he's a really $h!tty batman.
Now with the exception of Chimp and some other characters, I found that concept wise, I do much better. Even Beat Down Bunny offering a fluffy beat down is kind of original. So while many things may look like garbage at least they were unique if not kinda cool in concept. I guess that’s why I work really well in advertising. I can come up with cool ideas and then let someone else to make them look really awesome. “When life gives you lemons, squander them until lemons are worth money and then sell them to the highest bidder. Then use the profits to buy what you need.”
So without further ado, a Travis Meidell art show:
What's funny about this is the title is the New Cat, Pig and Dog show. In going through my stacks of drawings, I had not seen an "old" show. Then I flipped this page over and there was this really crappy drawing of the same animals and it said "The Cat Pig and Dog show. Meaning, I rebooted the show after one doodle.
Invisible boy was a story I made up about a kid who for whatever reason was invisible except for his eyes and mouth. But that was not the weird part. No what was weird is Invisible Boy's best friend who was both a clown and apparently terrified of barbers. Look at the clown's nose, I think I modeled it after my own future nose.
Here we have another story of someone totally afraid of the barber. I think in scanning these old drawings I've found that either 1: I had a secret fear of the barber or 2: I felt being afraid of the barber was ripe social commentary that I felt needed to be explored in humor. It also looks like the barber more than messed up his hair. He either left a pie back there or took a chunk out of his skull.
This one is a weird one, that you may see again in another post. The other Travis, my younger brother Trevor and I made a series (one I think) of films titled: Untitled. That is what we called them. Untitled was about two boys being stalked by their younger brother in a ski mask. There was more death in this one film than in several Halloweens or Screams. We killed every character. Every time. I'd love to put a clip of the movie up but I haven't uploaded them yet. But for now enjoy this sequel poster titled "The last scene". Check out those awesome portraits of Travis and I. Fancy stuff.
You might say this is my first real ad. Pretty impressive right? You know you'd buy one of those helmets. I love how it say's "Plus shipping" on it.
Just wanted something with color to brighten things up.
I think what started as a portrait of Jim Morrison from the Doors turned into a creepy kid real quickly.
This is something I did last year and unlike most drawings here isn't complete crap.
Now, I told you that I wasn't very good artist and that's true, but I am a pretty alright doodler. This was done a few years ago. It's called "Hank in symbolism". It's influence comes from my brother-in-law Hank playing on his phone during church. As you can see "Monster-Hank" hangs onto the Iron Rod (which in Mormonism is the word of God) but is slipping because little tiny iPhone bats are knocking his hands. What does he fall into? Outer darkness of course! (Mormon Hell)
Exit Man! No one escapes the scene of the crime quicker than Exit Man! Not sure if he is the hero or a villain. Also not sure if that little fork and broccoli are prisoners of his? Also not sure what pre-clunky goo is? Not sure of a lot of things.
Weirdly enough, this is one of my favorite things I've ever done. Don't ask me why, but I love it.
I have no clue what is happening in this drawing. Don't even ask. But I think, that is young Michael Jackson with a reflection of Brian WIlson from the Beach Boys. The rest is nonsense.
Self portrait done in 9th grade, I am guessing, because I am not wearing glasses.
Here is another self-portrait I did. Who knows is this the inner me?
Yellow Submarine. Aside from doing hundreds of portraits of Batman, I also did a ton of rock music related art.
See! I think I did okay on Buddy Holly but by Elvis I was tired and sadly by Jimi Hendrix I just didn't care anymore.
The important part of this image isn't the crappy projector (though it is quite crappy) it's the stick figures at the bottom. Crazy clown and (especially) running devil became increasing popular in my doodles. They turned up everywhere, I eventually even had a name plate made up that said "The Running Devil" on it. I have no idea what they represent or where I even got the idea but they were everywhere. Including on EVERY. SINGLE. burned CD I made.
Our final one today is a doodle of a pirate and some other stuff. I just liked that he had some color.
Hope you enjoyed this walk down memory lane. Maybe tomorrow I’ll take one of my drawings and write a really cool story to it. Yeah! That’ll be cool! Then you’ll love me? Right? Right?