About Paul Matthew Carr

Paul is a writer, artist, and designer. He spends an inordinate amount of time on the Internet blogging about silly things and even more time making things up and then attempting to convince people they are proper stories. He also talks into microphones from time to time.

What Do You Want to Be When You Grow Up?

It is a question we’ve all been asked at least once at some point in our childhood. And the answer, at least for me, would change depending on the time and place or the frame of mind I was in. I can remember most of the answers I gave and the reasons behind them for

The Blood Elevator: Its Meaning & Symbolism

The blood elevator scene, sometimes called the ‘river of blood," from Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining is a horrifying and disturbing image in a film full of horrifying and disturbing images.  Upon watching it the scene produces in many - myself included - a feeling of dread; an uneasiness that is hard to explain. I’ve often

Illustrating Nightmares: Lounge Lizards by Ralph Steadman

To say that Ralph Steadman has a distinctive style is a bit of an understatement. Primarily an illustrator and cartoonist, Steadman started his career in the 1960s and soon established himself as a counter-culture icon. I don’t really know how to describe his work and do justice to it other than to say it’s as

Olly, Olly All Come Free

When I was a boy we played games. We would gather at Mike’s house to decide what the game would be. Mike lived in the middle of the block so it was a centralized location and he had a stone retaining wall in his front yard. The wall was about knee-high, perfect for sitting, and

Painting Movement: Jackson Pollock: Autumn Rhythm (Number 30)

Back when I was in High school I took an art history class where we studied the life and works of artists from the Renaissance to the modern period. I had by this time already fancied myself an artist and had already figured out what was good art and what was not. Modern Art,

A Nothing Day: Comic Books, Video Games & Graveyards

I wheeled the bike from the garage and took a deep breath. It was the start of the lull week that happened every summer. The week when every kid I knew was off at camp and I was on my own. Every year the neighborhood children would be shipped off to some 7 day secluded

Rain In Summer (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

Keeping in April's theme being "Rainfall" and National Poetry Month, I'd like to share another rain-based poem. This time it's in the romantic tradition and one that is more just a celebration of the imagery of rain without any deeper meaning. Well, that's not fair there is a bit of a deeper theme that

Saying Goodbye in Paradise (Or Waiting for the Hurricane)

I’m not sure if this is going to work. Or if it will make any sense let alone be entertaining to read. I guess you can call this an experiment. I am going to write about some recent events in my life unplanned, just off the cuff and see where it leads. And I’ll be

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