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March 8th, 2010
March 4th, 2010
My friend’s mom just died and I’m a little sad.
March 2nd, 2010
My dream is to make some killer art. I wonder if NeckFace is a killer? He has some killer art that looks like real killer art.
Serial killer art clockwise, from upper left: Richard Ramirez, Richard Ramirez,Patrick Kearney, John Wayne Gacy. See more in my killer image dump.
February 28th, 2010
This is my friend Jiaren. I heard he once killed a man.
February 9th, 2010
Tonight I was walking to meet friends at an upper class dive, vegan hipster Los Angeles restaurant. I turn the corner on to Sunset Blvd. in the Echo Park neighborhood of Los Angeles. The part of town that has a high enough crime to keep rich people out, but still cultured enough for creative types like myself. Starving artists who can only afford to pay $1,600 per month for a tiny apartment.
I turned the corner and see a crazy person in a dark trench coat. It was my friend. She looked homeless. I admire when people can live with no home. I want to be homeless. Live at the beach for free. Maybe if I had a trust fund I could live in a beachfront condo for free. Bums always live closer to the water that the rich people.
February 2nd, 2010
Fire and wind and fear and beauty. I want to die in a trans-pacific airplane crash. Who do we think we are to slam 416 people onto a hunk of metal and hurl it through the air? Many people die from a heart attacks, car accidents, aids etc. but what a great experience to go out with a bang 35,000 feet above the 35,800 foot deep Mariana Trench. Fight Club did a great reenactment of an airliner getting ripped apart. That’s how I imagine it, or how they made me imagine it. At a fast enough speed, water is as hard as rock.
Okay, maybe I don’t die. If the plane landed in water and I survived, I would want to take pictures of the dead people. Then I would be stressed out that my film and camera would get damaged. To have a life experience like this and then loose it without showing my facebook contacts would be devastating.
January 31st, 2010
Bad Hair Day, 2010. Public Installation. Paint on paper.
In Japan, I feel at home. Not really in Osaka though, because the scenesters there look like Dracula. And when you take their photo they get angry and scoff. I snapped a few photos anyway. They have big yellow hair and trench coats and creepy, permanent smiles. I hated them so much I made a poster and tapped it up in the street mocking them.
January 30th, 2010
Vinyl on paper. 12″ x 12″ 2009.
Friends make life great. I think if you had to do community service, you could make some new friends. On the side of the freeway raking up trash and making the city clean again. I guess the only problem is that your new friends would all be criminals.
January 30th, 2010
I pity beautiful women. It must be hard to go through life having men on every level of the social ladder try to swoon them. Today, I let a beautiful woman cut inline on a busy street. I wish I had not been so polite. Everybody treats them like that; I will start treating beautiful women like scum. I think they will admire me for that.
Skumgirl photo taken on Monday January 11th, 2010 in Osaka Japan.
January 26th, 2010
As a boy, my younger brother was an avid radio controlled car enthusiast. He was young and talented. The average age for this sport was about 43 years old. Beer belly “Basement Boys” who, for their four decades in existence, never stopped sucking their overprotective mom’s tit. The kind of man that will remain a virgin until he is able to sell his collection of World of Warcraft Collectables. And then take that money and pay a desperate crackhead prostitute from craigslist $40 to let him fuck her for the six minutes it takes him to orgasm. These people are disgusting and they stink and they have sweat stains on their tee-shirts.
I am 5 years older than my brother. Growing up, I thought of myself as the way cooler older brother, I would nag, pester and tease my brother about how lame is Radio Controlled hobby was. He got the point and ended his career as a RC car driver at the tender age of 13.
My biggest problem is trying to force people into seeing the world through my eyes. Good art does this also. But good art does it in a way that is less insulting. I hope by reading this, you will consider what subculture you belong to. I should have drawn a picture for my brother instead.
I want to be a hero for the common man; The Wal-Mart clerk, or the gardener. But the truth of the matter is, I actually hate them. I hope I don’t sound elitist, but most of them are narrow-minded simple people.
December 14th, 2009
I would love to tame a free spirit. Fix her up and make her wear clothes. But then I guess she wouldn’t be free and would be just normal. And normal is no fun.
December 1st, 2009
November 25th, 2009
25″ x 33.33″ and limited to an edition of 50. Each print is signed and numbered by the artist.
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November 21st, 2009
Some spreads from a zine called Sad Jams II curated by my friend Evan. It’s about love and when your lover dumps you and that awkward 6 months of your life called the “rebound”. Comes with music, A and B sides.
November 21st, 2009
Am I the only one that thinks Mike Mills is overrated? I also think orange is the worst color of all. I blogged about it on my twitter and seemed to get a rise out of people. I mean, you can have a favorite color, but not an unfavorite color. WTF America!? Owning new stuff is also kinda lame. When I own old stuff people talk to me more. The only way to get attention with new stuff is if you buy the really expensive stuff. Like a brand new lambo or a helicopter. But whatever, I don’t need attention so it’s ok to have moderately priced new stuff.
EDIT: Ok, I guess Mike Mill’s does a decent job at his art fag films. I like Deformer, but I wish he would get a vimeo account so we can watch the entire thing. I have a crush on Deanna Templeton.
November 19th, 2009
As a child, I would ask my mother “what if questions”. “What if the first person to drink from a cow’s nipple never did? How would we eat our Cheerios cereal?” As grown-ups we instead develop sophomoric answers for these fundamental questions about existence. Humans are interesting creatures. We can make machines to fly to mars but cannot agree on where how we got on earth. I think it’s just great that graffiti is a felony in the U.S.A. I’m not going to elaborate but we have been writing on walls since we were stupid, hairy and crapped everywhere. Got to keep that utopian vision in sight. Utopia is just a form of escapism. Chris Johanson makes paintings about utopia and how fucked up America’s vision is of it. They are powerful and make my head tingle. He also has a long beard, a very hairy man. He is not a great technical painter; I think I could be as good as him some day. He is a member of The Beautiful Losers, an art collective consisting of all my favorite artists. I like them all because they are not that talented but very smart and make money doing art.
I am mostly concerned with money because women are attracted to money. Overall, I am uninteresting and boring to be around. Women need to be entertained and I am just not good at that. I hope I can find a woman that is intellectual enough to see past my bad drawings and we can make sex art together.
November 18th, 2009
My new old car broke down and this is a list of why I’m ok with driving a lemon.
- Coasting down the freeway after your car died is quite the rush.
- Got to meet a few awkward tow truck drivers.
- Tow truck drivers are great at driving. If I could run as many stop signs as they do I wouldn’t be late for work all the time.
- Met a sweet receptionist at the repair shop. She is very motherly but I wish she would have cookies ready for me when I get my car towed in. Had fun catching her try to sell me $22 sparkplug wires for $116. I ain’t no fool.
- Walking back home from Radi’s Auto Repair is about a mile and a half from my house. It’s nice to get some exercise and sun. Double the fun when I forget my house key in my broken car at the shop.
- Four-and-a-half miles is easy for me to walk, I am a hiker. I saw an unattended 5-year-old boy using a rope to tow a shopping cart down the sidewalk. Maybe he will be a tow truck driver and we will meet again in 15 years.
- Oh yeah I got out of work today. Finally got to rent Brüno.
November 15th, 2009
Road trips are boring, unless you have the right song and friends to sing it with. Palm springs is not too boring, thats where we were driving to.
November 11th, 2009
The best part about not caring is not caring. In design school they teach you to be critical about everything. Over the years I have become a little burned out on this anal retentive behavior. I have met a few girls who where mad control freaks. I think being an anal retentive designer reminds me of them. My friends that do fine art always have messy rooms and studios. Pizza boxes on the floor and paint everywhere. I am trying to be more like them. I don’t eat much pizza though. I enjoy ugly things.
November 1st, 2009
Three Words: Shitzu Named Murphy. View my muse. I hand crafted this puppy and won a bottle of 2-buck-chuck. Yeah, it tasted alright. I really dig a nice red. I’m pretty sure I can’t out do this costume, so I will not participate in Halloween ever again. I think girls dressing up as sexy cops is old and boring anyway. Plus when you meet them again when they are wearing normal clothes, you are disappointed when they are all covered up. I was complimented many times on my legs that night. No they are not tights.