Saturday, November 28, 2009

So we returned to RICHARTS Today. He was nowhere to be seen. It is an amazing thing. I think he is one of the best humans on the planet. Veda thought the people on shell beach reminded her of Uncle Jerry, who is not a real uncle but a person on a music album for cult members. We are home now and our dog is still alive and stinking. The last picture is e and my son at the swifts this summer....

Friday, September 25, 2009

Halloweens ago.

years ago we wen't to Richarts in Centralia, WA. I used to think about him more than i do now. One time we went and my friend Carie Demming said he had imagined his wife. Thats how I feel some times.(see previous post) One time I went and his grand kids were playing drums inside while he finished breakfast and gave us a look around with a napkin in his shirt. I havn't Seen the documentary, because i dont wan't to be a groupie. I just really like him. One time i rode my bike to portland and really wanted to meet Rich on the way because he said he did the STP (seattle to Portland) every year, then when i rode into town and talked to him i realised he meant that he just made a bike helmet and rode around town for the event. Not that his interpretation was any less grand, i just thought we would ride into Portland together and chat a lot on the way.

Things that have passed. Thats how I would have called its name.

Your so called love is not as true as this. Sure, I'm glad you are happy but, my love would wear a robot suit for me. to fulfill my fantasy. I have dream to having a lover who can float around in space and with a jet pack and has...golly gosh...nice look to those legs.

whats wrong?

Chris Broomellio was a good guy. He hung out with me at Scooters and watched the jello shots happen. even though he was afraid to party. too bad. I miss him.
I painted this juice cart and then it went out of business. Do you want something painted?
This mouse was dead when i took this picture. I just posed his tiny corpse in the tree hole and made it look natural. Like all good centerfold captains.
Jean likes candy. I miss him too.

Friday, August 28, 2009

 Heres another shot of the mural and a sign I put up 
around the corner. This place sells chickens to hipsters 
and yuppies. I didn't even use a ruler to do this. It's 
about as precise as I get, which isn't saying much. 

This is more evidence of human life on Earth. 

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Mural 20th and Morrison

I finally finished painting this mural i started a couple months ago. I had a lot of help from James Mack and Dan Lee and then Gregg came through and painted some lovely clouds at the last minute. It was awesome of the ladies at MODA to let me paint up the wall of their fancy boutique. I really want to paint more murals. It is super satisfying. Go ahead and email me if you have a big space you want painted.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Oh Crapola...months have passed and i haven't blogged. I'm sure that is in many regards a healthy thing, but I kind of promised to keep up on this. I haven't painted a whole lot...and if I have I didn't take shots. And why? because of this little feller...see hes driving us crazy...ha!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Tiny's on MLK

I hope my art friends are getting thier pieces together for the group show at Tiny's in April. Four pieces no bigger than bread boxes reflecting on the theme "Something being overtaken" Jean Nagai, Julia Bork, Lisa David, hopefully Ryans Buck and Shanks will both represent, this new friend Wanna, i cant find her card but ill post her link soon, Matthew Nicely, Kevin Vincent Woida and Anna Benkhe maybe more....

Embodied cognition, Painting and Heartache.

This last year has brought me all kinds of opportunities for growth. At this ripe old age I would say that heartbreak ...