Peripheral Vision

I've been alone too long. My peripheral vision keeps fucking with me and I see shadows move in the dark. There's nothing there when I look. Are they just my imagination or am I losing it?

I had a horrible nightmare the other day when I fell asleep after running errands. In it I was driving some car down a busy highway. Lightning struck my windshield and everything went dark. I could still feel the car around me but all I could see was this blinding jagged cut in the windshield. Sound was crushing my ear drums. Just this unbelievable droning of crashes and booms. I tried to stop the car when I got struck by the lightning but I lost control of it. It seemed to act on it's on, accelerating and swerving all by itself. Eventually the light from the windshield faded and the I went deaf from the sound. All I was left with was the sensation of running over everything in my path. The car felt like it was running over bodies but I couldn't see hear screams and I couldn't see. The car took me faster and faster until it spun out wildly and I woke up.

A dozen eggs in dirty bath water.

Switchin up sizes tryin new shit. This new studio is helping me push myself. It's strange to not paint in my bedroom anymore. I've noticed myself building routines to keep up with the production of new and better work. Sucks however when everything else gets in the way. If I can just figure out how to distance myself from everything more. Juggling working at this frame shop, painting, hustling my other random shit, making time to meet people and make friends, stay up on new hip hop coming out. There's just so much that competes for attention. I just found out they put up the last episodes of Breaking Bad on Netflix. There goes my night. Strawberry Eggos with bacon and dippy eggs.

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. 



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.

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.

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.