eyes are gone

a great friend of mine gave me a nice camera phone, and, as i was about to embark on a journey that would likely destroy my precious camera, i gifted the DSLR to another great friend, whom was in need of one, as to keep it safe. sadly, my phone was stolen and here i am, with nothing left to show you. i go places and do things and my great joy is to let you see what i see, whether you wish me ill or good. i think therefore i am, but also, i share therefore we are. we.. for when you share with me or i with you, we become all the more connected, and this connection is magic and sacred to me. for now, to supplant my lack of eyes ('till i get another camera of course) i shall dredge up old memories and old photos, of which you perhaps have not seen. i will start if off with a few silly pictures of me. i love you.

my good freind emma day and baby jade being goofy

using the power of my mind i am able to recycle more effectively

Bridges

I live under bridges sometimes when I visit my hometown.. mostly when I'm looking to catch a freight train outta here. Here is a sticker I put up under one of them. I think I don't care about being good or creative with art any more. And that might be a good thing. We'll see. I'm gonna put up some more on my adventures east. Love you.

devil slow you dark sorceror

so a few months ago
i was heading home to new orleans and fell off a train.
in Las Vegas.
it was beyond dumb and i'm beyond lucky to be alive and with limbs.
i'm beyond lucky for my amazing angels/friends.

the thing is, i came back up to portland for what i thought, the most noble and destiny-inspired of things. and perhaps, sure, ego driven as well; an art show in the pearl disctrict of portland oregon, a blossoming capital of the art world in america.
my first actual solo gallery show.
 big deal for a kid who has lived on the streets more or less since he was a child, who has always dreamed of a better life without compromise of his self. but i'm a sensitive as fuck artist queer. people are harsh, i feel misanthropic and long for the warm people and life of new orleans.. i've made three sheets of paper, painted nothing on one sheet, collected three bibles (germanenglishspanish) to shred in front of your eyes for another sheet. here i am, most likely throwing everything away because im too weak. too weak to stay here. despite the richness of this life.
 portland is gorgeous and green and full of life and privileged EVERYTHING.
perhaps is my self destructive nature.
born bad, aint it a sin?
perhaps i have a better life waiting for me and my body just knows it.
perhaps i miss giant cockroaches and mosquito bites.
i'm leaving oregon. it's possible i can finish the paper, paint the rest and submit my work to joseph at timeshare gallery, but actually i might not give a shit at all. i love joey, i love art, i love you, i love or at least want to validate my love for you creeps.

believe it or not.
i actually love myself, which, in a world that says "you cant love others until.." i've found a bit confusing. a great friend of mine wondered on the question herself, whether to do unto other as they would have or do unto other as you would have, which one of the two was more wisdomic.
 love.
thats the word isnt it?

 i have such a hard time with being able to love others the way they seem to need.. but i love the heck outta me and it's just most other things i find disappointing.. i think every lawn should be a garden. does this make sense? the normals are actually why everything sucks. seems like if we go with the flow of society we will consign ourselves to be very unpunk. and man, i'm punk as fuck. i dont give a shit about how unpunk you think that sounds.

i look at the world and it's ills and i feel like to even interact with it at all is folly for a person of wisdomic integrity.
the bourgeoisie dont need or want what i have to say and i dont like feeding bullshit to the morons anyways.
i'm kinda bitch like that.
whatever.
oh and yeah i invented the word wisdomic; of or pertaining to wisdom. deal with it.

 here is a few pictures. i love you and happy mothers days! i love you mom!

this is some paint on a piece of paper i made.

it woulda been so good, but i'm flesh and not machine, my weakness is so terrible, her inability to manifest itself in a visual/auditory way for you to perhaps empathize with my desperate ass is beyond painful to me. y'all dont get me. its ok. maybe a small margin of you do. thanks guys. you're swell. :)

waterfall in the california redwoods

me, st. johns, portland oregon, spring.

i thought it fun to take pictures of tiny things in the redwoods.

anddddd a snail. redwoods california.

anyways i've given my camera away. i had a premonition i'd destroy her on my next train ride so i gifted it to an amazing friend whom needed a good tool. i'll get another, and i'll post what i can, when able in the future. dont over-value things/object. it's just stuff. you are priceless to me.

 even you haters.

de eye why?

well, i made some paper. 

big ass pieces of paper. i'm making more. it's fun. i've been doing all sorts of stuff lately, i even roasted my own coffee beans the other day. terribly smelly. best coffee i've had in a minute. lets see what else? oh i have things in the works, but sorta hate talking about things until i have pictures.. but i have some fun art times ahead. stay tuned! i love you so much, y'know.

i made these three sheets out of advertising inserts from newspapers. you'll see more of these in the future. 

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm fucking coffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

no one under the bridge

this is my 200th post! can you believe its been FIVE years?

i celebrated by getting down on some rattlecan.

 lets hope the world lasts another 5....

because fuck stussy echo obey and every other asshat cashing in on culture. may you choke on your t-shirts capitalist scum.

 

 

 

bad move grampa vance

my friend nick wants a bad move tattoo.. hope this works. wwctd?

fire/ice

well, plans change. back in portland oregon. working on some cool stuff, hope to show you a peek sometime later!

perhaps it was dark magiks that brought me back?

sunny day at the beach....

.... turns into snowy day at the beach.

anyways, i love you, as always, and i hope you are well.

i'm gonna go work on some art stuff now.

leaving las vegas

what could i say about vegas?
 well, for one, i didn't want to come here, but i got on the wrong train in california, and i sure as hell did not mean to fly off the damn train.. i'm ok, but very sore and concussed.. 

.......

forget it, i'll let the pictures do the talking.

actual re-enactment of how i landed in vegas.

my first selfie, shortly after my fall. 

good busking at freemont

thank you for everything. bad move tour 2014.

finding cyote part 2

 our journey continues, and we wander like a braid, separate strands on a single journey, weaved together by the love of our brother, whom we see time and time again. i do not miss you, because you are everywhere i go cyote. always, forever.

found cyote in a car in a tree. roseville california

bad move tour, stockton california

found cyote at the black metal elitist spot in colton, california

 pigs in a bucket

the desolation of stockton. 

finding cyote

i quit my job, paid rent at my circus/house in NOLA and left to oregon, to see a friend. he was there. among all his friends and family and his dog.. he was there and we sang, played music and cried and laughed and partied hard with each-other. a trio of my sisters, whom my love for is bright and shining like the belt of orion.. graciously opened their home to me.. i was to wait for them in portland... but i couldn't stay... i am in love with a city and all the people in it... new orleans i'm coming home. going back to portland after nola is like going to back to grey-scale after seeing color for the first time.  and i am going saying hello to cyote the whole way back. pray for me.

the hop-out in eugene, oregon. very cold but pretty.

this

boxcar i decided to forgo in lieu of a grainer

roseville, california.

"i stand, if only so long, but i stand"
freestanding, found pine, redi-made
 homeless encampment
northern california

lion lunn

auburn 

black as coal