The Moon had started to rise and it was an absurd shade of red at the horizon. People had gathered along the beach as seemed to be their nightly tradition. I saw more people than I had expected. When I started the journey I was sure that I would manage to avoid people at the outset of my voyage, that the beach would be deserted, I have no idea why I thought this. If I had a cozy little house on park point, I would make sure to watch the moon rise every night. 

In the low light of moonrise people blended in to the background, and constantly I was coming upon someone that I hadn't known was there. A group of moon-worshipers were gathered by the grass looking like great black sticks stood up in the sand. It occurred momentarily that I might know them, I thought for sure that these were people familiar to me in one way or another, and I almost went over to them, luckily there was a reasonable voice in my mind that told me that I should not, and sure enuff as I got closer it became apparent that not only did I not know these people but they were some harmless brand of monster. Their leader seemed to have a forehead that protruded wildly while his jowls remained tight and pushed upward, as if drawn in by the gravity of his forehead.

also there were a group of (seemingly) unsupervised children swimming in the surf, which was thrashing unpleasantly/ultrapleasantly against the shore. they were the only people I saw who stuck out, and seemed to be glowing white. I saw them a long way off.

At some point I checked my phone, I told myself not to, but I did it anyway, it proved to be wildly entertaining. My very own star right here in my hand, and too bright to deal with in any conventional sense, I took it out on occasion to reassure myself. So bright. So bright. I too it out I put it away. I stopped myself eventually to try and conserve dwindling battery supply, and suddenly realised that I had been pushing myself to an absurd pace. I was really on a mission, and I didn't like it. Yes charming as it may have been as an idea, even in my state I knew that it was important to not go to the end of park point. What a terrible idea! Yet I couldn't talk myself out of it, and went on and on like a man obsessed. Eventually I presented myself with a bait and switch. TACO JOHNS! yes if I had Taco Johns, and a Friend to share it with I could certainly stop this absurdity. 

I took my phone back out and dialed a Friend that I don't get a chance to see that often, J-dog some people call him. I used my absurd voice (it was a totally crazy voice you know) and called the man up, speaking foolishness. I can't remember the specifics, but I know I didn't make much sense. I did manage to get across that I would like to go to Taco Johns with him, and that I was on a spirit quest, before my phone went dead....

TO BE CONTINUED  

A walk to see a goddess.

I started out of the amazing grace cafe, at exactly 7:16 last Friday night. I began my walk, my boots just slightly too tight for my feet had been burning small holes in my flesh all week, but I was into it in a Sado-masochist fashion conscious "foolin" sort of way.  Having just completed my grant I did the only thing reasonable, and ate the last of my stash of mind altering biological matter. I consumed a large quantity of this, larger than I am prone, even on the rare occasion I do indulge in such chemical illuminators. The Sun was already starting to set by the time I got to the beach (I took my good time consuming in the open where people saw me chewing but didn't know what)  secrets, especially obvious secrets are great thrills, I chewed my last piece as I removed my boots and put them under one arm. I began to fear that I might throw my laptop and grandfathers bag out into the lake, ruining them horribly, who knows what a person will do all twisted up on drugs, and you can't be to careful. So I imprinted my journey on them, I know how new-agey wishywashy that sounds, but I've done it before, and it is strangely fantastic, the more tactile the object the better, once it was a rutabaga, once a candle and once a mask. these things worked fantastically. The bag on the other hand which embarrassingly enuff became my "burden" was a companion, and caused a build up of black protoplasm in my left ear and brain, and sloshed around unremittingly, it was also a demon that impeded my singing. which was dreadfully important, did you know the world was sung into existence? well now you know. Luckily I also left with my boots, which while they were in my arms, where much better companions when they when on my feet. I had high hopes of them becoming winged boots.
anyway enuff skipping ahead, as I walked and began to slip into the waking dream, two dogs appeared to my left, I hadn't heard them either because of the crashing sound of the waves or because I was preoccupied with the ever more difficult task of walking in sand. when I looked over they were headed in exactly the opposite direction from one another, one was yellow and the other black, but other than that looked identical. On reflection it's almost certainly this image of the contradicting colours and directions, while still remaining the mirror image, that made me see the little sphinx in the sand. This may seem like an absurd connection, but the Tarot card "The Chariot" features this image
I'll hopefully post up my drawing of "The Chariot" next post.
when I  saw the light Sphinx I asked him to come with me if he wanted too, but left the black sphinx to sulk down by the waves.
To be continued...

Uhg poison in my face skin.

I'm going to save the explanation of that for another time, for now the important thing is that I finished my grant on time. Submitted it a cool one hour before deadline. The whole day before that I spent in a state of supreme agitation, moving through the city like the mad ghost of a jet engine. When people casually greeted me I jumped a foot in the air and didn't even notice doing so.

I don't think I could do it everyday, but productivity was the name of my game... I mean I produced man...

in fact I think I finished this T shirt design for Threadless but I would like some opinions.

The bottom one is better I think, but can only be printed on white, where the above version has a little more diversity in that department.

Super-Dooper

Continuing the habit of posting nostalgia, and in conjunction with portfolio building I will be presenting another set of older paintings. I paint more than I give myself credit for, but less than I should. That's not likely to change soon, but if I can find another way to feel up your hearts in dark corners, at parties you didn't want to go to in the first place... well, I might. I'll leave that up to fate though, taking opportunities where I see them and when I don't I will lay in wait like the Samurai or the Tiger, waiting for something good to come along. Something tasty that I've wanted in between my teeth.
docile docile for now, and free writing paragraph, but you like it...

Mural Dump

Still working hard on the grant.  One Day left. but I'm going to try and update da blog both today and tomorrow, and post up the text for the grant. So here are two murals from my portfolio.

horse

I don't know what to say... end of an era man. Can only leap over so many hurdles, can only bear the jockey for so long, until the bridle snaps and all leather in the world becomes a taunt. but it's hard not to relax when you make your landing. It's hard not to think about songs about victory, and submission.

Two oldish paintings

so, two days ago, I had good reason to see things that were not there. However I'm decently certain that I did not see things that weren't there... if you can wrap your minds around that sentance. Anyway I was seeing real things that were absurd, but the second someone turned around they went out of sight. A funny looking guy, on a bike much to small for him, or a football rolling down the hill end over end, or a man hawking loogies out of his uperstory window while listening to ABBA. These things are on the boarder lands of possible, it's just that no one else saw them... makes one wonder.

(two olderish paintings)

mural finished product.

Finally on a wall and sealed against the elements. It's a devastating thing when the whole wall seems out to get you. but epically and with much pizazz I have finally put that wall in it's place. Strike a pose

Getting real nostagic

After yesterday's post I got to feeling real nostagic, and thought about posting up a bunch of old school daze works, but to prevent myself from spreading it foolishly over the course of days and days, weeks even, (and yet I might be able to do that, if I pull out my camera and document all the paintings that I have left undocumented for these past few years.) but today I'm just gonna dump a bunch of them out, just to exercise the demons of Nostagia.

                                            

contents of my backpack: three cloves of garlic, choice toothpaste and toothbrush combo. three hacky sacks, bloody bandage, one dress sock (clean) two bungee coards, spf 85 sun block.


container of pull ties, hipster bandana, pay check, sketchbook

ooh oh oh, and three cell phone chargers.
 
(Ps. Ancient set of sketches for a print class, done on traceing paper, and overlayed on a scanner. nobody in my class liked it, I geuss it is pretty metal.)
 

Same ol' Same ol'

Sorry to anyone that doesn't already know, but I'm investing a ton of time into writeing a grant, and when I'm not doing that I'm napping or drinking or pineing. So looks like your going to have to look at more "Tank Masters" stuff, oh your also haveing to deal with my inability to draw this charicter strait on, only ever at angles... I think it's like the sun, you shouldn't stare directly into it.

Happy B-Day Anton

these are for Anton, Transistor comic, wanted to put copies in your hand... but I couldn't raise you fool, so the internet gets them instead.

 you know I don't think these make any sence at all... so here is the question... does anyone care?

Movie poster?

it's like a movie poster for the comic I want to make. kinda I guess.
Intuitively avoid all that phantasm/fanboyism.  karmic wizard.

Door knocker, Francophone, exasperater.