September 11, 2022
July 8, 2022
Here’s a little glimpse into my process. First a rough pencil sketch. Then a few weeks later after some thought, an environment emerges. I want something more graphic and dramatic for the typography, and the composition could use a little more work, so this will probably not be the end to this story.
July 4, 2022
June 3, 2022
This drawing started with the thought of two dudes showing off each other’s dicks to each other in a bro kinda way, but as the pencil hit the paper it transformed into a tender romance of two cocks discovering each other for the first time. Like “oh wow! You’re just like me but different!” One more thick and stiff, the other pert and flexible. One bigger than the other. The way the image is cropped leads to interpretation. There’s a mystery to it. And I can’t think of a better image to represent PRIDE for UMM in 2022.
March 8, 2022
When I was a youngster I was into post modern thinking. Looking closely at my life and my sexuality, I came upon old porno magazines from my dad‘s basement and from my own collection. Obviously this is an interest that my father had passed down to me. The needle point came from my mothers interests. These pieces are highly autobiographical, while at the same time, smutty and useless. Since making theseI never dabbled in the medium of needlepoint ever again. They truly stand out as a unique part of my portfolio.
November 13, 2020
Before COVID hit I was not usually one to sing the praises of local bar scene here in Minneapolis. With all the shitty EDM disco taking over every night, as well as fractured communication/nonexistent cruising due to mobile phones ( uhh- and possibly my age/ugly mug,) I rarely felt comfortable sitting alone in the dark, cavernous, sometimes crowded, gay bars. Plus being in my late 40s it’s hard to motivate to go out when I can pay a lot less for beer and listen to better music at home. But the other day I found this art school assignment in my pile. It’s made from sketches done sitting at the local gay bars, over ten years ago. I remember the evenings with my sketchbook staring at the crowd, staring at the men, trying to steal their poses before they would eventually switch positions, and the night would progress one interaction at a time. Maybe when things get back to some kind of normal I’ll try to reconnect with the crowd. The way things are going “Getting back to normal“ seems more than a few months off, but until then I still have my sketches, and memories.
November 5, 2020
I just created a batch of T-shirts for sale on my other site fearforthefolk.com. The designs have a robotic tribal pop art style similar to Kieth Haring. Below is one of my T’s with gay boys in undies graphic. There are many others and more to come. Check it out – CLICK HERE
March 4, 2020
I found this old pamphlet up in my parents attic the other day and could not resist taking a pic of that monumental ass. I believe it’s a Michelangelo sculpture,￼￼ but not sure which one. The other muscly dude wrapped around his legs and face pressed up against his thigh is enough to drive one batty with dirty thoughts. I can hardly believe this was printed in 1959. I guess if something back then was￼ considered “fine art” it got a pass. Honestly if this flyer was printed today I don’t think they would use this image. Man butt is no longer considered the height of beauty in the art world￼￼, but don’t fear my horny brethren, here at Urban Mountain Man it always will be.
August 12, 2019
I had a strange horny surprise at the grocery store tonight. This goddamn, sexy grey bearded cro-mag daddy donning a weiner lei, and baring a weiner tattoo appeared in the frozen meat aisle. His name is Carl. Even though he was only a cardboard cut out for Johnsonville brats, I really felt we had a connection. Although we didn’t talk much, or at all, and he barely looked at me, that is on par with most guys I meet at the bar, so this just might work out.
March 28, 2018
While jogging through the thrift store today I found a copy of an old record by the band Steam. It contains the amazing soul-rock anthem “Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye” and a lot of other pseudo Motown diddies. Most importantly it’s got some very nice bathhouse images of the band on the front and back cover. What is it about moist young hippies with their sideburns and musky little mustaches that gets me all in kerfuffle? I dunno… I’m pretty sure the band regrets this album cover but I’m also pretty sure a lot of closeted boys in the early 70s were happy with the managements decision on this one.