Thomas Bradley entered graphics as a pencil sharpener’s apprentice, studying under the tutelage of JW Underglapp and Roman Hartspecker, industry juggernauts who made their own sharpeners in the Mayan way. Unsurprisingly, the simple act of sharpening pencils also sharpened his mind. In 1966 Thomas was introduced to Ella May Bethesda, who introduced him to PCP, and PCP introduced Thomas to astral projection, and astral projection introduced Thomas to Adobe Illustrator, a computer program that would not be invented for another 20 years. Thomas came out of his drug-induced graphical foretelling, cooked some beans, and was horrified to realize that it was 1967 and he hadn’t even been born yet. Then Thomas awoke two days ago and swore off absinthe forever. Again.
Though client work adds fat to the piggy bank, poster work makes my heart harmonize with my brain. The absence of a feedback loop ensures things will get loopy, and that’s how I most easily lose myself in the process. When stuff gets sticky, creative restrictions become my bubblegum. I’ll limit my color palette or work within a grid if it’ll help me blow a bubble that pops. Styles upon styles upon styles is where I’m at. From hyper-anal mouse paradiddles to splashy brush ink barf, it all makes me feel like a kid without a curfew.
@ SoHiTek Gallery
625 NW Everret St. Suite 102
OPENS August 2, 2012 | 6-10pm