Bom Dia

I was walking my dog this morning at 6 AM. She is old so when she needs to go, we get up quick. As we are out walking in the grass I hear this music cut the silence and it’s this music from Ethiopia. Trying to describe it as a polka with an African twist doesn’t feel right but it sounds right, you know? The world is funny with how things sound like others and then in that, you wonder where it originates? Random thought while the world sleeps.

I’m studying the work of W Eugene Smith today. His work is so powerful. He was a wartime photographer in the mid 20th century. He hated the war and worked for Life magazine. Life magazine has inspired a huge part of my visual Rolodex.

It’s not so much the image but the feeling it gives me with the eyes. I love the power of eyes. Maybe that is why I paint them first. A bad set of eyes tank a painting for me. It’s not so much the image but the feeling it gives me with the eyes. I love the power of eyes. Maybe that is way I paint them first. A bad set of eyes tank a painting for me.

I’m in this spot where I’m setting up for the show with my tags but I don’t feel like I’m making anything artist. It is a pang of impossible guilt because I know if I start something now I will not finish my project with the tags.

Side notes,

The 6 of 30 book is coming out in the Summer.




never sleep

Making it a point to learn something new, everyday. Even if it is about some thing I think I know about. Makes the world feel bigger to me. Nothing simple enough not to learn it.

The ins and outs of my camera seem to be complex this round. I took a call on it back when I was in high school. I’m relearning all those steps this Spring. My mind feels more alive this go round.

So much to do in a day. All at once and then not even a little bit done with the creative projects.

little waves in the bathtub

I got asked by one of my best friends “what made you change your style a few years back from Luchadoras to surreal forms?” The hoest answer how so many reasons. Some I’m still figuring out.

  • No place public to hang them
  • people love them but are nervous about having nude paintings.
  • I got bored not painting faces detailed.
  • a critic hurt my feelings.
  • a lot of critics hurt my feelings.
  • I didn’t expect it to last forever doing the same thing over and over again.
  • I wanted to change.

It’s so strange to recognize in my sleepy mind why things happened. But I guess that is how looking backwards works? You see past the hurt and the bullshit at some point and that raft floating in the bathtub is truth.

I don’t know as my star rises that I will follow any rules of respectability. I feel like I will make a space to do what ever I want and the show what ever I come up with. I’ll put out books and paintings and paint walls of things I have never come across in my mind until then. I hope you will still be arond in that journey.

the sleeping world happens at all hours.

for some

A link to pick up some of my prints, paintings, and other merchandise.

I find it easier to pull myself outside of my worries on Sundays by being outside at the local farmer’s market. The smells of fresh foods is a pick me up.

Parts of clay pigeons

This life has plans for me.

And I have plans for it in return.

La Gama’s amore

Of all the paintings I have done in the last few years. i think this one has meant the most to me. It’s small but i put a lot of ideas and plans into it. I learned to be brave again with in it.

links to take some of my work home. if you would like to leave a tip. Anything is wonderful. I have lots of amazing extras here for the cost of almost $12 a year. Tons of prints and original paintings. shirts and extras. for my first art book. for a digital copy of my art book.

thanks Galeras.



to start a murder

I’m letting my self melt into this one. Gonna forget the world for a few crows ago and just paint it out.

A king of murder and a kingdom of color.

as check out some link.