Yes, waves are on my mind pretty much all the time, each new wave I ride a chance for my soul to reconnect with Mother Earth’s energy.
-here I live a simple life; surfing, exploring, making art, and stopping to smell the flowers.
a work of heart
‘Bassbus’ also known as Big Hau, Big Ha and Furtherer
3-D (with Crayola Kids 3-D glasses) airbrush mural art on 1994 School bus
-the building in Linden where I spent three months more or less working on a dream project, and experiment, make something out of nothing, or so I thought, who knew it would turn into the beast it did, that demanded so much for so long, working long hard periods of time in solitary work flow, experiencing monumental breakthroughs in painting, in process and self, often my only the witness the mice or shop cat, moments that were everything, the stories endless.
-the cold winds of old man winter regularly screamed outside and no real heat source inside was a bit of trip so a friend offered his van to stay warm, cook food and sleep, a little camp set up inside a buidling, perhaps the farthest thing from nature, it did make working conditions better.
-another time I will share events that occurred on this project, these were not the run of the mill experiences, this project changed me, it has taken a few years to see it and accept it, which may sound strange and hopefully I can better explain myself when the time is right, for now I wish to share with you these images, some new ones I found buried in the arhives, sorry no time-lapse of this one, the size of the painting bay where I worked in (behind the van in the fotos above) was too small to step back and see the whole bus, one of many challenges I experienced working on this project.
dedicated tot Julian and Scotty, up in the sky.
Super Gracias for this life
-a poem to set the tone
heading in car
down a lonely highway
accelerating into the unknown
Illuminated by headlights
enter a room filled with information
we are about
we are about to
baby sea turtles
and possibly a mother delivering
precious cargo to these shores
under the moonlight
a giant toad
night beach experience
walking with care
lit only by the faintest of lumens
so not to disturb the baby turtles
Many years ago I painted a batch of canvas bags for a show in New York city. On one of the bags I painted a sea turtle. I could not have predicted that 8 years later I would be standing on a beach, at night, in Southern Mexico, witnessing the miracle of hatching baby sea turtles.
-turtle bag NYC Seed and Soil show 2007
This is a miraculous event considering the journey turtle mothers make just to get to these shores in order to lay their eggs. It appears to be left up to complete chance whether or not these baby turtles will make it back into their marine environment.
Similar to ants, although with a little less grace a multitude of baby turtles crawl out from a small hole in the sand, all over the beach little baby turtles shuffling their way to the ocean, some with more luck than others.
the mural is a beast, working day and night, putting in the love, patiently, and sometimes not; the dream, slowly transform the beast into a work of art.
-mural snap shots, the beast took a month, worth every bit of blood sweat and tears, although I will say that with every mural the process gets a little more efficient, you learn along the way, thats how it goes.
Quiza en otra vida tú y yo fuimos amantes.
I once met a man whose paintings adorn the walls of Dalai Lama’s meditation room. He paints beautiful Thangka paintings, so exquisite is the detail that one loses sense of space and time. When I asked him how he made such detailed paintings he looked me straight into my eyes and said, ‘I am 17 lifetimes old’, at which point I replied, ‘yes, I had this feeling we had met before’.
sacred company in the shadows who guide those lost in the dark night of the soul.
Ink on paper
Well it may not be Time Magazine or the Rolling Stone, however I did get an interview with a local highschool press in my hometown, many thanks to Raya Monroe. Here is the pdf link if you would like to know more about the artist behind this blog, interview s on pg. 8 and 9, click here
Looking out the window
Ideas forming in mind
like sun kissed fluffy white clouds
floating in cobalt blue sky
as Spirits walk amongst the living
she kisses my lips
as sweet dew dangles on a green leaf
that ants eat
buzzards glide effortlessly above
highways of promise
passing those time forgot
a man beaten down
by the sun and his own penance
the car screeches to a halt
-docufotos and digistrations to go with poetics