Friday, April 30, 2010


Reoccurring! They don't let me have creamers. They don't let me have sugar. I drink it black. I don't like coffee but I drink it allot. Tea is for Brits and Hot Chocolate is for Swiss. Hot water is for birthin' babies so that leaves coffee. Life's not hard, it just lacks options.

Thursday, April 29, 2010


Every now and then it's nice to have the power go out. It becomes amazing how loud the sound of a million silent air conditioners being shut down all at once can be. Sounds of bugs overwhelm the senses and I seem to be confused. Miami is the white noise of electricity, the haunting sound of steel belts on asphalt and the swarm of Spanish speaking people who take over the background as easy as they've changed the border shape of my state, my country. Don't get me wrong. I come from the center of the U.S. and don't belong here any more than they do. Noises don't sound real to me and do not bring me home.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010


Sketch in black, blue and white acrylics. Size is 20x24. Blue is Liquitex and Golden makes the others. Feeling fairly factual at the moment.  

Tuesday, April 27, 2010


Monet once said that within quantity you will find quality. There are only x amount of masterpieces. The more pieces painted the more chances of a Masterpiece Somewhere there has got to be something that misses the mark. This will be my quantity. Maybe I treat myself too kind ...... this is a self portrait if I had long hair.

Monday, April 26, 2010


The anatomy of the drawing. This sketched out in about 3 minutes. Totally from my head, you will see some obvious problems. We will get back to that. I put down many lines then find the one that carries the weight and start going over and over and over it until the line dominates the lesser lines. Becuase this is from my head, things like making the knee come out was not solved. I will probably bring this back in various stages of completion but for now, this is the drawing of the day.

Sunday, April 25, 2010


The sum of all the parts and a cup of coffee. I am falling behind on things. This is a self portrait. If you put my soul next to this picture you would be so impressed with how dead on accurate my drawing skills are. Television, my soul cries out for something good on television. I need a mindless dose of images and sounds that make me feel like I have done something. Something like where I run a lot as I lay on the couch. Or someone shoots at me and I dodged the bullet as I lay on the couch. Or I am at the beach with a hot babe and the wind blows through the curtains as I lay on the couch. It has never mattered, and is probably best for humanity, if I travel the globe on my couch. Save a shit load of gas!


Technically I missed a day. It's 2 in the morning. I finished this painting today, an oil on canvas. I have had it laying around haunting me for a long time now. Clean up the ghosts. I could not come up with the ending then is all came together. Unless you think it sucks, then nevermind. I am already wanting to go back in but it done, done and it's on the the next one......

Friday, April 23, 2010


This is a that was instrumental in a oil I just completed. Though I did not do it today, it was the focus of tonight's "playing with photoshop." I don't normally consider photoshop an art form but it raises questions. When the caveman gave up hands for a paint brush, would that be equal to the brush giving way to a computer program. I have a hard time letting go of pencil on paper. An average attention span of the everyday, disposable, art loving consumer has made everything a "what's next?"- "what's it worth?" life. Glancing back to times we can never participate in, finally paying attention to some poor soul that suffered, finally getting heard, it's sad to know he will never hear the answer to his questions. Will someone answer my question 100 years from now? This question only matter to me because I am alive right now. In this fact alone I find comfort.

Comes on the first heat,
Clothes stick to damp skin.
Focus on the task at hand,
Circular spins of loading pages,
Only notice it in my eyes.
Creeps up, nap would be nice,
Page is loaded, I do my thing,
Click enter.
Circular spins of loading pages,
Again the heat,
Summer rounds the corner.

Thursday, April 22, 2010


In the mention of names unknown to us......... In their passage goes a life lived. When the time is over what was important? Family, friends, sharing or listenning. Is it how hard you worked or how much you laughed. In it's passing was their oppertunity lost or gained. I feel it's in faith and trust that where you are is where you should be and overall happiness is the gift of life.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010


Ok! Time to be serious.... seriously. These are serious times. There are serious times and not serious times. Serious surronds me. Serious is around me. Serious.. serious ...... serious. Yeah Right! Not really, do have to seriously pee. Yellow P......... aint got it yet? Watch out for the doggy stank .... and do you eat that yellow p"aint." Oh yeah, comming out of down times gets mighty strange. It is not the time to ask me something intelligent. Second thought, there is never a great time to ask me anything intelligent. Odds are fifty fifty that I will say something, sound serious, and be it life or death, you can bet I did not think it through. If you ask me in "serious time" your survival chance increases greatly. Now Sherlock, question; "What state of mind was I in when I started this blog?" Hint .... not during "serious" time. Opps! can't cross my legs any tighter, gotta go ..... I mean gotttaaaagooooo!

Tuesday, April 20, 2010


Need more things to place in moments.  I see things comming to ends. Moments hold satisfaction if you can stay. Human nature peeks ahead. I get scared. Overwhelmed. Should I Plan? I get lost in the infinite swarming scenerios. I stumble back to the moment. Safe.

Monday, April 19, 2010


Sometimes the darkness comes. I can't say why. I can't tell you how hard I fight. Try to live in the moment. Can't tell anyone. I can see in their face that it's a burdon. Best to hold on. It's all tricks of the mind anyway. I am no different and my darkness is unique to none. I turn away at your pain. Do not sit for mine. Darkness goes to light as it spins it's circle. Right now I should be doing something else. Should I have been doing something else then this is what I should do. Control, the biggest illusion of all. In the darkness I relive every word, every joke and every embarassing moment. In the dark I reach to touch something familiar. In the dark I do not know which way I go. I hate this part of life.

Sunday, April 18, 2010


I think I am going to stay in the past a little longer. Tried to do something today but I must be having a dry spell thing going on. Welcome to my perfect place. I don't let just anyone go there. You can't get there by boat, plane or drugs, though the latter ..... no kids ..... say no to drugs. No, the only way to get there is in my head so no throwing cigarette butts out the window, please.

Saturday, April 17, 2010


About 1985 I owned this shop that was going under. When the waves were bad I would sit in there and give it a go. During the slow times I came up with this character. It never developed but there was fun in it. I wish I had all the tools, programs and computers that I have now. Back then, I never could refine it. I was a big fan of Ralph Steadman and his work with Rolling Stone. This particular one has my surfers searching for waves. Many a road trip to find ankle slappers in my day, especially summers in Florida, is the basis of a 5x7 pen and ink watercolor.

Friday, April 16, 2010


Curiosity has the best of me!
I have to find whatever it is I'm looking for.
My past is calling and I got's ta know.
I will be digging through all my crap over the weekend 
I know it's there.
20 years ago my opinion was I was never going to need it.
This means one thing and one thing only.
It's not on top!

Thursday, April 15, 2010


Dutch painters had this hidden message in their paintings which is part of our vocabulary today. Matter of fact, Gainsborough was commissioned to paint a portrait of his friend, a wealthy land owner, and his wife. Once the wife saw the direction the family portrait was going, her sitting with a pheasant in her lap, the commission stopped and we have one of the most famous incomplete paintings of all times. If an artist wanted to portray a woman as a real bitch, he would paint her holding a dead pheasant. This was known in art circles as a woman holding the cock. The rest is history.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010


I always have a problem when relating to other people because I always have opinions. I might have tempered them down with age but they are always there. Just don't have a good answer for you on why  I am like this. Is it the fact that I have an opinion or is it I do not have yours? Can't really tell you but if you want my opinion........

Tuesday, April 13, 2010


It rained today, work did not go well and I came home and sketched. This sketch was done with graphite in less than a minute and then colored with the computer. It's clean. I don't have to wash brushes and sometimes I like color. This is nice and quick because today work did not go well.

Monday, April 12, 2010


Quick study of Civil War soldiers in graphite. Click for larger image 

I feel caught in the movement of a moment.
I drew this picture from my head since I was a kid.
There's comfort in familiarity
It would not be unheard of for me to go back, back to this theme.
Drawing has always been a tool to help me learn and know.
I remain curious of those days
even now, even as I grow older.

Sunday, April 11, 2010


The walk; a fast sketch in graphite. Pandora playing in the background on this rainy Sunday. Great time for a quick sketch and a little problem solving. There are other ideas at work here as I explore a couple of new avenues. I'll show you once I can prove to myself it's not a sin.

Saturday, April 10, 2010


As I was telling a friend my goal is to do, and put up' a sketch-a-day. Being I know me, sometimes I will have to yank something out of the past then proceed to lie about it. Nobody reads this stuff so I am only lieing to myself. This has got me this far so why stop now? Things you do as an unemployeed surfer when the ocean is flat is to come up with ideas for money... money for girls, borritoes and sex wax. This was one series which I even created a 'rejected' comic book. So, trust me, I drew this today (nudge-nudge wink)

Friday, April 9, 2010


Work was hot. At one point I closed my door and lay on the floor. Shirt wet from the little sweat shop created in the corner for me and my staff was exceptionally uncomfortable today. My ill self needed to focus on something other than the eyes that currently were rolling into my head. Let me let you in on a little secret. What do you think your bosses think of when they appear in deep thought?

Thursday, April 8, 2010


I can't get no satisfaction is on the radio, talk tomorrow.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010


I have the tendency to take things too far. I need to pull the reigns back but don’t know how. I’ll take it all the way to the point I break it.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010


Sometimes ideas just don't come.
Like now. I'm clueless and questioning 
"Lord, why?"
And then I realize he's on the phone.

Monday, April 5, 2010


Women control art. Picasso painted an awesome, realistic Napolean and his generals at Waterloo. War and the guy thing. Later on he would do some 20,000+ so called masterpieces. I know this was to impress some babe. This sketch today is a protest sketch.  Feel the angst all you woman who hold my art in relation to their couch? In doing this I will probably die lonely with cats.

Sunday, April 4, 2010


Hurry! There's not much time. Take me to the river.

Saturday, April 3, 2010


Inside the wall's a window.
 Through this window I gaze.
Upon this gaze I ponder, 
Lost inside a maze.
Sometimes I move along quickly,
While sometimes I stumble and fall,
and Sometimes I stand at the window
That's placed within a wall.

Friday, April 2, 2010


Great time to scribble. Todays doodle started out as a circle then ended up a sugar free ice cream bar, Eskimo to be hands! Next time you look at a piece of art from someone, look at hands. Depth, dimensions, planes, scale, there's emotion and personality carried in how the artist relates hands. God! There I go trying to sound smart again, my bad!  

Thursday, April 1, 2010


Blue girl represents my admiration of everyone from Shiele to Crumb. Ok! Bulls&#t . Best I can describe it as I put the pen to paper, it did something and then I looked around for a way to justify it. It's porn... period....but lets call it art just for the sake of it.