buy my things!

im selling a bunch of things i've printed over the past year or so on my ebay thing. feel free to check it out, i will be updating it for the next few days.

theres a ton of cool stuff, damien hirst tees, jeff koons stuff, awesome canvas bags from banana repblic and a bunch of things fro other CRITERIA (damien hirst's label)

go here.

where the broken hearts stay...

im obsessed.

new format

im trying to change myself... its ongoing. i know im making progress in some areas, but im regressing in others. im not sure what my goal or objective has been in this blog in the past, but in the future i would like it to be a constant dialogue between my personal success or failures and my artwork and the direction im taking it in.

at this point, i have not picked up my camera in a very long time which is something i would like to remedy soon, sooner however i would like to be back in the darkroom. i have so many negatives that i want to make prints of...
i would also like to continue my work with albums. and push my usage of vinyl further. i feel as though there is so many other directions i can go with this, and im excted to get my hands on it.

"Sending the birds from the fountain bath, up to the trees while i can pass, over the hedge onto greener grass"

quite a bit of this

"making haste to spite your face to cut off your noses convince yourself and others that these fish smell like roses"

something i thought would never happen...im actually happy to be back home. and i have come to the realization that's what i was missing these past years.

i had a bed, but not a home. and as much as i wish that things were different, they will not be a part of my family ever again.

willow tree

Sleep all day just waiting for the sun to set i hang my clothes up on the line when i die i hang my head beside the willow tree when i'm dead is when i'll be free so you can take my body put it in a boat light it on fire use the gasoline send it out to sea

speak easy, my love.

constantly im searching for answers, seeking out the truth. most of the imagery i use stand for people in my life, or different stages of what im going through in my life. the pinups i use are not in proportion or shown in a way that makes them look real, they are cartoony, garish figures. the birds symbols the need to flee, to try and lift myself up. the birds also are a source of strength for me. when my father passed, there were always birds around after, when i see birds i think of him.

spare, ohs.

the finches and sparrows build nests in my chimney what remains of the small flightless birds that you failed to protect but their yolk isn't easy in fact it's a drag as they're blowing through cornfields and mountains of rags  all over the suburbs across the great lawns crop-dusting gardens all over this town but nobody cares when it gets in their hair it gets in their lungs as it floats through the air it gets in the food that they buy and prepare but nobody cares when it gets in their hair  across the great chasms and schisms and the sudden aneurisms where the black ink will drip across the crespice of your eyes and your teeth are worth more than you can spare 
oh don't tell me that it just isn't fair don't speak about the cycles of life 'cause your thoughts are so soft i could cut 'em with a spork or a bride's knife and the wine made our mouths too loose
such a reckless choice of words when you tell me that i'm too obstruce i just thought it was a kind of bird i just stood there not saying a word