new beginnings

ps this is in texas.
wish you were here

end of an ear

absence makes the blog grow fonder.
off to austin and too freaked to make much pf anything, so enjoy these moments of peace and tranquility and other ways of being.
love,
nat

remind yourself all the time how important this all is.
try to do your best.
hold them if you have them.
thinking of all the friends in california and indiana and texas and spread out all over.

bludd in the streets!

not blood


penmanship

people of los angeles: i have an extra ticket to go see vincent gallo's new band RRRIIICCCEEE if anybody wants to give me twenty bucks for it. saturday night. then some kind of movie thing is happening. i don't know.

so excited to get away for a minute. also stoked for a little christmas morning santa barabara skatepark sesh for rad dawn part deux! and hanging with tightest of bros and brosephines! and some quality time with the cats! woot!

push air

coming to los angeles and santa barbara this weekend.
going to austin next weekend.
who among us has let the dogs out?
i have the jinglecats address in hollywood.

things to check out

check out the city lights and machines coming and going


check out how cool my uncle was in this photo.
i'm guessing it was the early 1970s.


check out this snake with a human head.


check out my stupid face with a camera on top of it.

pinkcicle

whoa.




eric and his whips.
i stole these photos from manny.

happy holidays

for goodness sake, someone buy me this for christmas.

it's all around you

again with the week. enough already. let me loose!


it is important to remember to take care of yourself so you don't get sick. everybody is sick, man. do some locust.

maybe you are not fully aware of the misfits cover band i am in. we have gone through a series of names: myth-fitz, omelette of disease, barf brunch, etc. right now we are documenting our righteous sound because abby g (the Doyle of the group) is moving to chicago on christmas. weak. anyway, last night we were in the studio laying down tasty vocal tracks and harmonizing up a storm. our mission is to play these songs fairly poorly, in a way that you could play it for your mom, although you could never play it for your mom (lyrically). so far it has been a success.


in no way whatsoever are we playing around. graham and abby g (in turban).


feeling it, basically.


then this morning i found this collage on the street. so many questions. there was major road construction near by, was it buried? somebody did not just throw it out, they left it for someone else. maybe you? 24th and san jose.

black and blur

feeling a little bruisy this week.
only partially because of eating it super hard on friday night.
it was seen by only a small child, so it does not count.


this is roxanne, the pug of eternal darkness. only visually, though. her heart is like a thousand suns filled with melted cheese. but she is the blackest of hounds, her face practically invisible and unable to be documented by any sort of manmade technology.


this is some old ink i found in my grandmother's garage. i think it was my uncle's. looks pretty old, older than me, anyway. i put it away for safe keeping. as far as i know, uncle john was the only other artist in the family. i miss him a lot.

minarday part deux: the reckoning!

minardi turns old tomorrow.

science of smoke and chimp

cut-out witch


oh, look: it's the most amazing film of all time, now in my hands after about 20 years of searching and wishing. i shall now grace you with a clip of this masterpiece of american cinema...

fallstyle

the shack is back


burning desire

cough/cool

i got a cold and it is horrible. but i am powering through and determined to whip a cold's ass. so i went back to the old house to use the silkscreen room and see some buddies.


spent last night and this morning busting out these posters for thomas campbell's show at mollusk tonight. it was so hard for some reason. nothing goes right. stressssssssssing on this one. it was designed by thomas and jeff canham and it looks nice. there will be a handful at the opening tonight, not many, because i am a terrible silkscreener.


score


score #2


oh yeah, made these tote bags for simone's band to sell on tour. nice for records!


patron saint of silkscreen


wall fodder


pile


finally got my board set up. sweet cruising and cube gleaming left and right.


always forget about this big mike mills thing somebody pulled out of the trash at a museum. big willie syle.

prehistoric peephole

marathon man


black and whiteness

whistle crystal

cube-gleaming

noah's bark

galaxsea crawling
for life!



the masks of love

places to go on friday:
ego park in oakland to see mark taylor and johnny one-time's show
mollusk to see thomas campbell art and the mattson 2 music
etc

norm: onward with new age tuesdays!

everybody is forever

more of

mysteries labrynth


mothership
but mothership like an -ism, like friendship. but both, either set sail on the mothership or experience mothership.
serendipitous symmetry.
etc.

note to elf

secret lover


business plan