20131214

lights lost

rest in peace cody thom.



20131013

stumps

i did a painting for my friend stumps the clown. pretty much the same shit i always do.

infrequent updates

i wouldn't even know where to begin.. can we be friends? i've been a bastard my whole life but dangit i'm trying to change. give me a chance. i've done figurative paintings my whole life, and i'm trying to change that as well.. by doing more geometrical designs, obviously inspired by oscar reutersvard.
floor stencil
playing around with my penrose stencils
i'm a terrible person.

20130702

alley

i haven't been doing ANY art lately. it's a shame. i'm having another bout of existential art crisis i believe 
i've squandered a lot of opportunities lately. i wonder what/when inspiration will come....


i did this wheatpaste last week. ugh.


20130427

stuff and stuff

so i've been doing stuff. what stuff? well, you could always ask whats going on y'know.




20130329

red haus deux

here's a mural i did for the gran' re-opening of the red haus.













and....
... the very next day. nothing stays.

pay me in showers

i gave a lady a painting. she let me use a shower. yay!

20130226

still up

so a few years back i slapped up a wheatpaste on monroe street in spokane washington. it's a busy street, and to me, it's awesome to think that untold thousands have looked at it.
courtesy of my good friend levi, i have confimered it's still up... well at least some of it. awesome. people still looking at my art. happiness.
i love you levi, and everyone of my friends there. thanks for being rad.

20130222

red house

the red haus is a collective art space/treefort whatever/everything building thing in new orleans. the man been trying to shut them down, but they will persevere. this is one of the walls i painted there.
yeah, i'm not really expanding my horizons artisticly. whatever though.

20130219

cornpaste

i ran out of wheat flour. corn flour anyone? i don't suggest it....

random art drop


i painted this and left it on a street corner. i wonder if someone took it home?


the devils mailbox

i've been working on this 3-headed bird concept for my whole quest for an icon. shepard has andre the giant, brendan has  the swampdonky.. maybe this will work out for me? get at me, lemme know what you think...

ouch! don't slap(tag) me

i've been trying to give myself projects to work on to keep the creative juices flowing. here's my last assignment: OUCH! band aids are funny. slap tags are lame.






fat monday/tuesday/wednesday

when in rome, do as the romans.. when in new orleans during mardi gras, do a shit ton of drugs and alcohol and dont sleep for a few days.. now that said binge is over, i'm gonna buckle down (that word always makes me think of ellen and james..) and do some fucking art. word turd. heres my photos. keep in mind i was on a lot of drugs and booze. not things i normally do. ugh.

pretty much everywhere, there was this.

a whole city fucked up. like totally wasted.

one of the things that struck me as curious was all the people looking down at thier glowing screens when the world around them was exploding with life.. if the world was ending would we all be too busy checking facebook to notice? i'm sure you've thought about it like me. and like me look still, to the glowing face of our pocket suns. stars we can touch. but i hope she's in love and the fella is on his way.

i felt pretty lonely the whole time. kinda funny considering the vast amount of folk about.. but i felt like this empty street. also the lsd was taking a hold...

ground control, this is major tom, we have lift off..
gah drugs

so, there is a lot of female nudity and dirty bastards with cameras.. to screw with everybody, i took pictures of the trash that engulfed the bricks of bourbon street.. i took a LOT of trash pictures. entire economies revolve around these beads and beer cups littering the ground. i can honestly say i don't recall that i ever saw any boobs. i'm sure they were around, but kids, this is what will happen when you do chemicals; you take photos of vomit and trash. a fuckton of tossed lunches. i'm not posting them all.



this picture encapsulates just about all my loves: bikes, trains and cardboard. also, i hadn't slept yet because i got wayyyy to much mdma on top of the acid the night before..

can you guys spot it?

my favorite street has got to be frenchmen

we ground scored a shit ton of hard booze and beers..... free booze? whoa..

... and this is what happens when the cyote drinks all that booze (with some help from the DP's and the Reverend Diamond Daquiri Jeff).. oh my dear boy cody thom. BAD MOVE.