Always dug the graphic road vibes on this one. There may or may not have been boats anchored just to the left of the frame cleaning up* an oil spill from a busted pipe on the side of the highway. Either way, the color if the water in this little cove was incredible. *or just […]
Who wrote this book of etiquette? All of the pages are blankAs though the ink has spilled right off the paperLeaving us to write our own rules with pencilsAnd skinAnd burning eyes After reading from cover to cover we are leftJust as we were beforeSomewhat crudeAnd still rather unrefined
We’ve rounded the corner nowWe’ve foundThe hole in the fenceWe’ve crossed that lineAnd conceivedOf new horizonsNow we stand watchingAndWaitingForThe old roadsTo wash into the sea
Every river flows to the sea… except this one. It flows to LA. Drink up southern California.
This was a recent live art piece I did to benefit the surf and skate club at Trinidad School. I had a few buddies and a handful of kids skating past my paint table and grabbing brushes to drag across the canvas set up a few yards away, then circle back to relay another pass. […]
Painted live from start to finish during one solid set from Absynth Quartet at Redwood Curtain Brewery last Saturday. This was the second event I painted at on Saturday. Never done two of these in a single day before, but I guess they don’t take too long so why not?
Some days are better than others for curiously overheated gas station coffeeMade with the press of a button
With a bucket full of mackerel, he explained why the water was a fancy shade of green.The fancy cats that live in the rocks were only green with envy.
We’ve spent long days hereNorth of the river We’ve spentOur last two dimesOnHeavenAnd wafflesAnd a good night’s sleepShelteredFrom the falling snowUntil the storm blew over And now we ourselvesAre spentWorn outLike the twoRaggedDog blanketsIn the back of the van One more look at the oceanBefore we head homeAnd two thingsBecome clear We’re not going home […]
