That's That.

 

End of 2013 is swiftly approaching. What a crazy year it's been. Do a recap later. Now more than ever the future is uncertain. Sometimes its lonely selling your soul to the devil. But that's that. Make your bed and leave it.

 

Beware of leftovers this holiday season.

 



Slumped

 

Lying there exhausted, too tired to move from the sofa to the bed. Wrapped up in an old blanket and watching reruns of Law and Order SVU. The sun is shining for what seems like forever. It's blinding. Night can't come fast enough. Everything slows down in the dark. What matters in the light of day seems to fade away in the darkness. It eats away and I'm always to blame. Nauseous.

 

Suffocated. 



Wake Up

The Maiden in the Tower

 

The prince, out for a stroll with the royal homies, split from the group to take a piss. Off the beaten path the prince looked for a good place to relieve himself when suddenly a beautiful but eerie sound came in with an easterly breeze. Cursing his aim the prince shook his boot free of a puddle of urine. Intrigued, he parted the bush and ventured towards the source of the mysterious sound.

Deeper into the forest, the canopy was so dense that the prince was stumbling in the dark, listening. Following his ears the prince tripped and stumbled through tangled roots and darkness until he was so close that the sound seemed to be swirling around him in the darkness. He looked upwards towards the highest branches and realized he was standing at the foot of an enormous tower beneath impossibly tall trees. A small light flickered at the top of the tower, from its solitary window.

The prince stood below calling out to the window. He circled the tower finding no door nor stair. All the while the strange sound continued, getting faster and heavier. Higher pitches were now screaming across the woods. Now completely surrounded by darkness at the foot of the tower, the prince saw a shadow dancing on the wall of the room with the flickering light. A terrifying howl, or was it a moan, screeched from the window. The prince, horrified, ran away from the tower realizing where he had heard this sound before. When he was a boy in the hallway outside his parents room.

Again he ran, again with pants soaked in horror.

Dream Salon

Are we really trying so hard to be pretty? It's not like anyone is really paying attention anyways.

Or maybe I'm just completely oblivious anymore and if I focus less on the chaos that has become my life maybe I'll actually notice.

The world outside my chair seems brighter every time I take out the Matrix plugs.

Leftovers

 

Runnin amok! The starving artist exists. Chubby artists are steadily in the mix. Pork on White Bread with a hefty dose of gravy and a slam of mashed potato. Clogs the arteries for the perfect length of time. I feel warm enough and full enough to get up and get mine. Trouble comes when I put a drink in on top and I either spew my guts or get knocked the fuck out. The former provides better contrast on white paper. Especially if I'm chugging Monsters.  Do you mind? I'm tryin to build a kingdom here.

Fur

 

I wont be wearing my fur jackets being in happy cow country. They are in my closet. Waiting for the day I drive off into the white out. It might be sick but I miss Penndot trucks.

Chew

Used love is my favorite love. Left vulnerable we have no choice but to retreat beneath our own scars, succumb to our injuries mental and physical and focus on our woes. There are so many things competing for our attention on a daily basis that often times the last thing we focus on are ourselves. I think selfish is a term that gets a bad rap. I think everyone needs to be more selfish. It's not like we all have time for therapists. Be more selfish.

Hot Pockets.

I've been living in Santa Rosa California for two weeks now. It is exactly how I pictured it minus what I was told about regarding the pizza. It aint half bad.

The West Coast seems to be faster and slower than what I'm used to on the East Coast. Traffic is non stop and I have no idea where all these people are going. They drive fast and rush through yellow lights. I've gone out drinking a few times and people get drunk fast here too. Maybe I'm just slow. I got my first Cali girl number only to find out she was from Oklahoma, which didn't matter anyway cuz apparently it's creepy to leave whispering voicemails at 4 am 3 nights in a row.

After the cross country road trip and my three days in Vegas I literally made it here with $40 in my pocket. Sold my first paintings last week, and I've lined up my first show to be around Christmas so keep an eye out for that shit. I went and did this weird studio walk where artists open their homes and sell plastic wrapped prints out of laundry bins. The art scene is booming out here but I don't really understand that either. A lot of the artists I met yesterday had this weird twitch in their eyes. Or they were glazed over and their forced smiles were twitching. A lot of twitchers.

Everyone out here is a hustler. I think that's my favorite part of this place A lot of cutthroat cowboys and yoga rockin b girls. In the grocery stores here I've witnessed on multiple occasions this thing that I can only really call a yoga bikini. In the frozen food isle I'm alone with my head in a freezer and I pull out and beside me is this girl and her nipples are piercing this thin black fabric while her ass is trembling from the snow coming out of the ice cream cooler. She smiled at me and I immediately shoved my head back into the hot pockets until she walked away.

The Bigger Picture

I'll paint all the world for you baby.
I'll paint all the world for you.
I'll paint all the world for you baby.
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
If I make it I'll come back to get you.
Clear as day but you don't see the vision.
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
What we got deserves some patience.
Cause this ain't no finger painting.
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
Beautiful and modern all the same.
But what's a photo if it's out of frame?
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
I'll paint all the world for you.
I pray you see the bigger picture.
I call your phone, you don't pick up, you text me.
Too late to come back you say my art ain't even half the way it used to look.
The colors that I chose to compose my last masterpiece wasn't worth the cover of a book.
I listen as you rant on about Rembrandts and Van Goghs, that I used to show you was so pure at heart.
Now all the pictures that I draw lately perfect my need to be basic and all the shading tears your world apart.
Pollock I promise you say it's scribble and scratch.
I know you don't mean it cause on your wall's where it sat.
It's not my best I agree, but I did what I could, with these sticks and these stones to get us out of the woods.
I find my rhythm and my stroke then you fall in love with my art like you did before.
On that note I let go and tend to my canvas to paint a mural of us.
I hope that you understand the bigger picture.
If I make it I'll come back to get you.
Clear as day but you don't see the vision.
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
What we got deserves some patience.
Cause this ain't no finger painting.
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
Beautiful and modern all the same.
But what's a photo if it's out of frame?
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
Back to my roots.
Channel my youth.
You love the color of yellow but I'm working with blue.
Like what's the use of doing art if I ain't breaking the rules?
My graffiti wasn't Banksy but you thought it was cool.
It used to be fun to watch me do what it do.
But when the paint started drying I stopped running to you.
I started walking away cause I could paint any day.
One line from being complete.
I'm sorry I made you wait to get a crown and some space.
I thought you'd be a great painter.
Cause you could see the good in me in all the angles.
A radiant child we could've had, and those clowns in your past you paint just make you laugh.
All because, that self portrait that I put on display should've been of us.
I left you out and I was wrong.
I promise I'll start over if you come back home.
On the bigger picture.
If I make it I'll come back to get you.
Clear as day but you don't see the vision.
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
What we got deserves some patience.
Cause this ain't no finger painting.
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
Beautiful and modern all the same.
But what's a photo if it's out of frame?
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
I'll paint all the world for you baby.
I pray you see the bigger picture.
I'll paint the sky blue
I'll paint the grass green
I'll paint the roses red
And everything else in between.
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
If I make it I'll come back to get you.
Clear as day but you don't see the vision.
What we got deserves some patience.
Cause this ain't no finger painting.
I wish you saw the bigger picture.
Beautiful and modern all the same.
But what's a photo if it's out of frame?
I wish you saw the bigger picture.


Big K.R.I.T
The Bigger Picture

http://www.complex.com/tv/music/bigger-picture-big-krit#ooid=g4MTNjYzqiV1eb1C0_Ov8qgbfZZCZJc6

Hit It & Quit It

Listen to the suave lyrics of the wonderous and jive ridden Funkadelic song, Hit It and Quit It. Get in and pull out while you're winning. Mickey said it best. "Women weaken legs." Even if you got no legs keep movin and funkin cuz the world won't wait.

Ketchup Mustard & Ranch

This August I turned 23, had my largest and fanciest art exhibit to date, got published in the same newspaper as Dave Chappelle, went to Otakon and took pics of hot babes, traveled the road, got tattooed, got rejected, made mistakes, ate way too much lobster, met some great people and a fantastic artist, found out that Maine has a great bar scene, *cough cough* and I failed yet again to drink enough.  Also got lost in the woods for a bit there. Pretty pissed Yolo Yogurt was closed when we got there.

 

September is here and Fall is in the air. Wow that was lame. Anyways I'll be posting more now that I'm settling back in. O wait. Im not. My friends sold their house too. I move to California in 24 days.


Here's the art review

'Pop-Up Exhibition' goes on display at museum's temporary Unity location


Motor on suckas!

Layer Mask

We all see things throughout our lives that shape who we are as an person from that moment on. Sometimes for the good, but most times, these hard experiences change us into something we weren't. We put up the barriers, make the masks, wear the scars. They are there the rest of our lives. Sometimes you can get away with it, sometimes people wont' care. Sometimes people won't notice that you've got this façade shielding you're wounds, covering up, hiding. I notice. I can notice. Cuz I wear the mask too.

@rt 30 Exhibit

Sup yall good shit comin! Today me and Brian installed the Westmoreland @rt30 exhibit and it opens up to the public in two days. Here's a few pics of the show and the super secret casa de la McCall that I felt way too lame to be in. Cheers

Sent a picture of this place to my mom and she said "You need that." Ya I kinda agree, my lungs hurt from painting like a weirdo in my basement.

 

I got completely blown out of the water by this dude. My horrible phone pictures do them no justice, chief example is those legs, they are so sexy in person that you wont even notice my pale pasty swimsuit model next to it. Plus his girls have bush bulge. Which, as you should know, I love.

 

Here's a link to Westmoreland's page for the show.

https://www.facebook.com/events/159109647587737/?notif_t=plan_user_joined

Here's where you can check out Brian's work

https://www.facebook.com/BrianAllenMcCall?fref=ts

http://www.flickr.com/photos/brianmccall/

 

See ya next week.

Westmoreland

 

It's official! The press has been released and I can finally show you guys a sample of what's to come.

On August 9, 2013, myself, along with Brian McCall, and Joe Wos invite you to the first ever Pop Up Exhibition at the Westmoreland Museum of American Art. Brian and Joe are both incredible artists and I am stoked to show alongside them.

I'm going in hard on this one. Shooting to have nearly 100 new paintings and sketches for the show that are all completely different then what you've seen me do to date. It's a culmination of everything that's happened and how I've progressed over the past year. Everything's been leading up to this and I can guarantee that this will be my craziest work yet.

So in the interim, forgive me for being distant and probably being a bit on edge, I haven't been sleeping much. I'll keep you up to speed on further press releases and details about the show as I get them. You can also keep an eye out on the Westmoreland site,

http://www.wmuseumaa.org/museum/exhibitions.cfm
 

Leading the Trampede.

 

The ladies walk right past me and I catch a scent off their overpowering perfumes. The different fragrances mixing together in the air like a martini shaker at a dive bar, set to knock me on my ass upon closer inspection. I go in anyway.

 

I have a hard time talking with women. Not all of them but when I'm intersted in knowing more about a girl I'm very shy. It has to do with how infrequently I'm attracted to anyone anymore. I love people dont get it twisted but it has been a long time since I felt the urge to pursue a relationship on a more romantic level. Maybe I'm just kidding myself and the real reason I have a hard time with relationships is because I'm impossible to deal with. Maybe it has nothing to do with my shyness its just how ungodly stupid I can be.

 

That's when I say fuck it and sleep with the big girls cuz its more fun anyways.

 





The Lumber Yard

I started my first job when I was 15. I'm from a very small town in the country and I lived within a mile of a lumber yard. One of my friends worked there right before I decided to try my hand as a lumber jack and he told me it was hard work but there were moments that it was the best job he could ever want. I wound up getting the job and experiencing what my friend had talked about, along with the difficulties he hadn't mentioned.

I started working in that yard after school from 4-7 everyday and on the weekends. While I worked there my friend William and I both got injured a few times, he more than I because he was either a harder worker than me or just stupid. Broken bones, passing out from heat, frost bite, bloody shins, massive splinters, fire ant bites, wood chips in your eyes, burns from the diesel engine, ears bleeding from really bad country music that our boss used to play, and experiementing with broom handles.

Besides the work though there was friendship. William and I were already friends before I started but once I became and employee of the yard I met one of the most important people in my life. His name was Bob Snyder and he owned that yard for decades. Worked in rain, snow, and blistering heat for his entire life. I've never met anyone that has worked as hard and honestly as he had.

Bob's dead now. Killed in a car accident on his way to breakfast, or a delivery, I dont know yet. The funeral's Monday. He survived the accident but succumed to the wounds from being impaled through the face.

Bob wasn't much to mince words. He told you how it was and you listened. Not because of the whole listening to your elders shit, but because he lived his life the way he spoke. There wasnt any bullshit. He woke up everyday and worked. Didnt talk much just did what needed to be done.

So when the time came that I was moving on to my next job, I think it was Walmart or the machining factory I cant keep my jobs straight anymore, Bob told me one thing. The lumber business isnt for everyone so go out and find what your lifes work will be. Now when a man you respect says something like that to you, you not only listen, you act. I worked a lot of dead end jobs to get to where I am now and I've made a lot of mistakes, but it was all part of the ride of trying to figure out how I wanted to craft my life. What Bob said to me the day I quit working for him still echos in the decisions I make today and the decisions I'll make later down the road.

When I went back to my hometown last I got my little brother a job working for Bob. My brother didnt stay long, he left for another gig so I filled in for a few days while Bob got a new laborer. I talked with him at that point about the progress of things and he acted as if he new what I would turn out to be all along. This humble, hard working, and honest man said that I needed to focus on what I loved because we all have a limited time here. Dont waste time.

Dont waste time.

http://www.geiple.com/book-of-memories/1583046/Snyder-Robert/obituary.php


Love ya Bobby.