summer dawg summer glow

-it's hot

-lamp made by grampa, embroidery by my mom

-still hot out

negative space

my grandmother used to get so mad at me when i would draw in the middle of a piece of paper then crumple it up when i didn't like it. "your wasting it!" she would say. i was and continue to be poor at material conservation. 

exhibit a:

nice going, jerk

patterns of use

 heels eat shoes

they wanna burrow into the earth

blewprint baby

 bah, let's just scan some sketchbook pages today

 notes to self, don't forget this time, etc

nobody wants to see how the sausage is made

someday an alien will dig this up and think "uh... dude?"

revert jazz

may your weekend by mellow, my friends

new moons

the thing is that these aren't new moons in the moon phase sense because a new moon is no moon in the sky, but then again the moon is still there, it doesn't just disappear, so maybe it's just looking at the thing from the other side. no but what we need is new phases in our lives in general. for instance i personally am going through a waking up early phase, a grateful dead phase, a dog phase, a nonfiction phase, a tired phase, and a making things phase among others all at the same time. i would like to hope that when i am an old man, if i get to be an old man, that i will be having a new phase and trying to explore dead ends and getting better or worse, depending. 

animal style

skate coaching


life coaching

working life

next month there will be an exhibition of drawings and prints of mine about space, the sun, the moon, animals, plants, and people. it is in new york city and there will be more information forthcoming. thank you always for looking at this stuff.

also i just changed my blog template and i can't change it back and i'm bummed out about it. please bear with me.

a peep in the dark

notes:

pupils

telescope window

eyelids on a flashlight

a poem about looking at it

home demo

black light

new mellows

 i am getting worn out on the internet. i have to be on the computer to make money most of the time but  i think it sucks me into meaningless information black holes. my brain gets too occupied with things i don't really care about. i'd much rather draw, read a book, and listen to 70's grateful dead concerts all day. why can't someone pay me to that? like a medical experiment. like the movie "altered states" but instead of coming out of the isolation tank a werewolf or whatever that was i emerge as a mellow human with a little bit of a mustache and wearing loose-fitting clothing.

 there was a scientific discovery a while back that there are certain sound frequencies that only teenagers can hear. it's like a high pitch dog whistle that is used sometimes on cell phone rings or to stop kids from hanging out places where they are unwanted. i think there is a similar frequency for people over age 32 that can only be heard in 4 or 5 grateful dead albums, the entire steely dan catalog, and paul simon's "graceland." this does not diminish the effect of the much-loved and more aggressive music of my youth, it merely adds a pleasant calmness and the faint scent of body odor to my normal drive time and work day audio accompaniment. 

i'm working on it though. i spent the last couple days in heavy studio mode and kicking some new things around. it feels good and healthy.

these guys know what i'm talking about.

also, katie made me a home-made steal your face sticker for my van in recognition of my new phase in life. julius approves.

indianapolis

warehouse score

whilst digging through some old boxes and crusted up files, i have discovered a treasure trove of long forgotten works and relics in ye olde crooked arm archive. 

for instance: way back in 2006 i made this print as part of the "print of the month" thing i was trying to do at the time. i abandoned this project shortly after it's first cycle because i was deemed too unreliable and was repeatedly tardy with deliveries. (i haven't forgotten you, my subscribers, however, and i owe you all a debt of gratitude) this particular print was called "gold light" and it was an accordian book. you can look at the original post right HERE on this very blog. well, as luck would have it, i found some perfectly good unfolded artist proofs in pristine condition buried beneath stacks of letters, erotic drawings, credit card bills, and sketches for plans as yet unrealized. it is printed on a brownish, newsprint-colored recycled stock with brown and gold kind-of-glittery ink. it's a drawing of some san francisco victorian sunset magic hour plant life takeover peaceful easy feeling. it is 10x16 inches.

also, i'm pretty sure this print is famous, as it has been seen HERE in this book by mike perry about contemporary screen printing. published!

i don't know what to do with these things, so i am offering them up to the people of the (internet) earth for purchase and inclusion into their personal collections. i would rather these find their way into the world than be cooped up in my basement cave. 

you can get yourself one HERE.

dog of the log

extreme animal log climbing USA

things to do this week:
-start making bootleg grateful dead shirts
-make a million dollars (see above)
-make an art show
-make turkey burger
-walk the dog

stay positive

also:

nice little write up over at cs editions

here

john simon appreciation day

storytime

sketches for a book for later this year

 listen and wind

grasp and twinkle

exquisiteness

 put together some little booklets to send off with posters from the show in paris. (posters are still around if you want one HERE, includes little original drawing from the community sketchbook and one of these little zines. all proceeds go to the artists expense fund etc etc)

 we made most of these in the car ride out to the country.
awesome bonding times.

figured out how to make the local copier print with red ink.

dedicated to our spirit guide, petit pierre

nite snake

this is kyle and i's first legit drawing collaboration. we made it during our time in noyers and it came out pretty snakey. the snake spirit was everywhere on that trip, slithering this way and that. like a link of sausages, dropped from a balcony. collaborating can be hard with drawing, it's a little easier when you can joke around and get it done before lunch. currently on view at brachfeld gallery in lovely paris, france.