I’m out

I’m going to do my own blog thing from now on.  This was a good effort and sure did put a big foot in my ass to get to making art.  Peace out Artholes I’ll be at http://broughman.wordpress.com from now on.

Goodbye Artholes

Ryan De La Broughman

WDT Logo Safari!!!

So what the safari is referring to is the journey that my namesake has taken along the last few years while trying to establish some sort of individualism for purposes of recognition.  My name is not uncommon and I have joked that I am ungoogleable.  It has been a blessing for employers never being aware of my antics, but a curse in trying to gain exposure in the mainstream world of creatives.

So here I’m going to review my personal identification over the past few years and present a new logo I’ve been considering for a change.

and the newest incarnation…

Critique welcome.

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Vanity 999 Chicagoish

Damien Hirst, I bought a “piece” of “his” for 1 euro and it’s waiting in my mailbox in Virginia right now.  He’s going on this interesting move towards making art affordable so that people buy it for its genuine artistic value and not a money-making dollar sign status symbol snoody high society thing.  Strangely I feel my reasons for buying  this postcard art piece are just as d-bag worthy as some of the trendy art Inflators out there..  I’m buying it because its cheap and it’s the only piece of his I can afford.  I think it’s an enjoyable piece amusing in itself, clever etc.  The idea is cool.  It’s certainly worth more than a euro to me so I guess I need to get over not having enough money to commission Damien Hirst to prepare my body and viewing for my post-mortem solo show.

This bus ride blows as much as this post. I’m looking forward to finally getting home.  The next two months aren’t going to include much in the way of Wrestling travel, so I’ll be able to sling some paint on to canvas and hopefully Jackson Polluck the walls of a uterus or two.

RLB 999

currently listening to Machine Gun (Live)

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Hipster Gallery

There’s a place called new wave coffee. it’s the only place that serves coffee and wifi in my predominantly hispanic neighborhood. because of the cheap rent the neighborhood reeks more everyday of hipsters who think they’re the chris. columbus of the neighborhood. each carefully dirtied, greasy,  young tight panted, cigarette sucking future yuppie congregates in this coffee place. they’re zoned out like monkey zombies with blue faced complexions as they stare into their screens. the worst part is that this coffee place is conveniently  an art gallery as well. the art is mostly poppy bullshit which all vaguely resembles the outline and color scheme of those really popular i-pod ads.i think it’s everyone’s dream to one day own a shitty coffee shop. for the longest time i couldn’t get over how much i hated this place. i go because my apartment was struck by lightning and doesn’t have internet. in my usual disgust one day watching the hungover grown up teenage man with a ninja turtle shirt on,  i was suddenly struck by the horrible reality that i am one of them. i think i’m better than the hipsters and they know how much cooler they are than me. i was shocked at how pathetic i am for not seeing it earlier…

hopefully my art is better than the slimy pickles thrown on the walls there.

fuck

Self from non self

I amuse myself

I’m in Fargo North Dakota at the moment, helping coach the Cadet/Junior National Greco and Freestyle tournament; sitting in the hallway of a North Dakota State University Dorm and stealing unprotected University grade wireless on a borrowed laptop.  I’ve been out here 4 times, 3 as a competitor, this is my first trip as a coach.  This thing is sort of the standardized measure of who is a “Bad Mother Fucker” in the wrestling high school world.  Placing in the top 8 gets you the “All-American” status.  I got the Bad Mother Fucker status once upon a time out here  and now I’m out here running the occasional Team Virginia practice with soothing autonomy.  I love this tournament as much as the sport.

Anyway during a coach’s meetings one of my beach buddy friends and fellow coach did a little doodle of me.  It was pretty interesting being subjected to the candid sketch as a model for a change and I think our other host WDT the Whizzle should find someone to doodle him aswell.

As a matter of fact I’m going to make it an additional goal of mine to post a drawing of myself from someone else once a week or so.

Wrestling by Kurasov -Kurasov.com

I discovered the above artist, Kurasov, by meeting his son, Pavel. Russians are “Bad Mother Fuckers” at wrestling, and Kurasov is equally skilled as a painter.
Now I can’t mention BAD MOTHER FUCKERS and Russians without mentioning the baddest mother fucker to ever live Alexander Karelin.

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