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