Saturday, April 25, 2009

Another Night In Sketchville...

Went for a stroll last night, it's been a long week, and I wanted to loosen up. While I working on this some lurker was watching me paint. I was relieved to see he had left at one point, only to return a few minutes later, running, and informing me I had five minutes to bail....

  So much for relaxing.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Obvious Observastions

A couple weeks ago, the people at Wet Solon let some friends and I hang some art on thier walls. A small show, Obvious Observations; Featuring Push, Saints+Sinners,Smut,Anti & Failure., thus ensued. I got there at the end of the night, just as the art was coming down, and listened to ridicoulous stories about awsome things I missed out on. Story of my life...

Last Moments

The Giant Collabo Piece, Not for sale, going in the Archives.

Zaniel tripping out on the Anti/Failure collabo

Thanks again to Bart, TonyTony, and the generous people at Wet Salon.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Girls...This Is What's Up

Seriously, American Apparel has girls dressing insane for a good minute. Love'em or hate'em, despite what you may think about them, they successfully have ruled young women's closet for the last few years. Here is some fine examples of some of their current masterpieces.

If girls knew how hot they look in the whole, over-the-knee-sock thing, we are doomed. But I think they do know, because they are wearing them a lot more. I've never been so scared and excited.

I have no fucking idea who convinced them to put glasses on, but that is one the best ideas ever.

The whole shiny-thing, with the aforementioned socks, just takes that to another level of jaw-dropping hotness.

Ladies, do your thing...

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Feeling' Good

The City Loves Me.

It occurred to me some time ago, that I have spent the majority of my life wandering around the city at night, whether it was hunting down skate spots in downtown at 3am on a school night, or finding the perfect canvas. As my friends and I would comb murky back streets in awe, looking up at the skyscrapers, I always remember feeling like we were wading our way through sleeping giants. A landscape made of vacant lots, dark shadows, and fading yellow lights. Steaming sewer grates in the winter, the icy blast from parking garages in the summer, and the unforgettable sound of rolling down a marble sidewalk, or a can of paint accidentally scraping against the wall in an otherwise silent, uninhabited playground. Hour after hour has been spent like this. I cherish every moment of it, always mindful of the lessons learned, and holding close the experiences that we shared.

There is something supernatural about the energy one feels, long after most are tucked away. It is almost as if the city's blood flow is reversed, thriving with a new pulse, one that flows in unfamiliar directions, and giving richly to you, rather than sucking you dry. It's there for the taking, offering up her soul to those that are willing to endure her mysteries and dangers.

Monday, April 6, 2009

The First One

I wanted to give more. This always remains with me, along with unrequeted love.