So I'm off to China in a few hours. I'm really excited! its my first time to Asia. I'll be in Shanghai, then New Delhi and a small town in the Himalayan foothills. possibly Kathmandu also. I'll try and update a bit from the road, but i dont know if i'll be able to post pics...
In other news, i'm in a couple more group shows coming up, bot are great lineups and i'll be showing alongside some great artists and long time friends.
Philly at the end of august:
but since i know if your reading this there's a better chance you in the LA area, so i also got a piece in this show at Ronin in echo park:
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
i just got back from a medical missions trip in Ecuador. the following is a letter to a friend that had asked me to tell him all about it. i figure it sums up my trip pretty well so i just did the ol' copy n paste, and added a couple photos for effect.
yeah, shits crazy down there. it was a very surreal trip, an amazing experience. many moments i'll keep with me forever. it was hot and sticky, torrential downpour about every other night, blazing sun every day. the city, guayaquil, is a pretty big one, the biggest in the country but not the capitol (and also not very touristed). just a big polluted grimy mess basically. lots of poverty everywhere, chaotic traffic (whats a lane?) (4 guys on a pile of plantains in the back of a jerry-rigged pick up with a rope tailgate and one odd tire), basically straight up 3rd world shit. the first weekend we were there fell on the presidential elections, so shit was extra crazy. (also included a liquor ban which we worked around). i only exaggerate slightly when i say it felt like martial law. lots and lots of army guys with their m-16s posted everywhere, and throngs of people at demonstrations and polling places. and beyond the election madness, there were security and military people posted up outside of shops and places everywhere, with the flack jackets ammo belts and massive assault rifles or stockless shotguns.
so thats the vibe. and what made it surreal is that we were staying at a 5 star hotel and eating at fancy restaurants every night. bourgeois living while we are surrounded by all this poverty and social messiness. oh also i was hanging out with mel gibson's son... kind of a mind fuck.
not to mention the actual mission we were on, giving heart surgery to little kids. we (they) did 20 open heart surgeries and as many cath procedures (where they go into the heart with a device through an artery and are able to fix certian types of holes). i was able to sit in on a couple open heart surgeries. THAT was a trip. way more intense and fascinating than i expected. a little 6 year old girl, you see her ribcage sawed through and ripped open, and they use whats basically a soldering iron to do most of the cutting. it instantly cauterizes it so it doesnt bleed, but it also smokes and smells of burning human flesh. ...didnt expect that... then they get to the actual heart, thump thump thumping away. you can see all the way inside this child, and then (after putting the blood through an oxygenating machine and a million other steps), they stop the heart by literally spooning ice onto it, then they take the heart apart and tinker with it. they cut off a membrane from the outside and treat it with a chemical and use it to make a patch to repair a hole inside the heart.
on and on. a million steps that i only understand half of them. crazy shit. then you see this child a little while later in the ICU semi concious, you see her eyes and her face and just 40 minutes ago you were looking at the inside of her heart. mind fuck.
another moment was being able to tag along while we dropped this kid off. he lives in the slums. i seriously saw the kind of crooked ass shanty shit that i draw all the time. dirt roads, shacks made of warped planks and corrugated rust, the whole nine. no cars either. but the whole hood came out and greeted little miguel, checked out his scars, there were a ton of kids and by the end of the hour or so we were there they were crawling all over me. not sharing a language but laughing and playing anyway. the vibe was super laid back and happy there. no possessions, no worries. the kid to adult ratio was a little out of hand, which makes you think a little. its the same trend here of the poor/ uneducated breeding at 5 times the rate as the people that can actually afford to raise a kid, but amplified a lot. lots of things on the trip made me think along those lines.
some of our people got robbed at gunpoint in a cab one night, it was a crazy dramatic ordeal that involved one girl biting this fuckers face off. they fought the robbers off (but still had everything taken) but were separated from each other and stranded way outside of where the hotel was, in a dark deserted industrial neighborhood in the pouring rain with no money. everybody eventually made it back but for a long time we didnt know where 3 of the 5 were. thats the very abbreviated story of a very dramatic evening for everybody. scary shit.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
i'm leaving america again for a minute, i'm really really excited. going down to Ecuador, but its for a philanthropic cause this time not just dustin' off the ol' ramblin shoes.
so while i'll be out of town, i'll be here in spirit in the form of a couple group shows:
so while i'll be out of town, i'll be here in spirit in the form of a couple group shows:
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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Thursday, March 5, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
the following is a rambling free-writing exercise i did several months ago. half political rant half beat prose about my neighborhood, i never intended to share it with the world. but reading it after the fact i kinda like it, so here:
an exercise in futility an exercise in creativity an exercise in spending my time.
the world is sick! god has coughed out of him a salty slime called humanity. we are organisims, we eat and we breathe and we shit and we fuck. a synapse in the frontal lobe causes a a chemical reaction. the surface area of the small intestine is the size of a tennis court.
old lady with gold teeth stands behind bulletproof acrylic plate an inch thick and open shirted blue collar boys with belt buckles and worn down paint sprayed cement sprayed work boots hang outside. lady of guadalupe, the virgin mary, six churches are open between here and vermont five blocks away. tacate. behind the scratched plexi and below the stale spice packets, behind the old lady that stands eye level to the counter with her huge glasses covering half her face, stands jesus christo four feet tall and pale like porcalin, with faded robes of purple clutching a staff. picture of a little girl, rosary beads. dollar bills in his fist. heinikin. chillado. calling card. bikini girls bud lite with lime fade in the window. marlboro lite 100's.
the corner bus stop a social club for those without a kitchen table or a coffe table or a leg to stand on. a story is written on that wall if you know the language. lady floats by on bended knees, a walking skeleton with skin stretched so tight around it its shiny. low cut blouse and biker shorts, lucky us. anatomy lesson of how frigile the human pelvis looks without all that flesh hugging it. carniceria that doesnt sell carne, will it be a forty or a duece-duece? swisher sweet or garcia y vega? how you doin tonight man, excuse me. hey there how ya doin, spare change help a brotha out? car ran outa gas, trying to get a taco, need to make a call help a brotha out? okay, i aint gunna lie, the other guys all lie, i aint gunna lie i'm trying to buy a beer. c'mon whaduya say man i got this drum kit for sale.
dead grey buff paint 50 coats thick, flaky and dusty and chunky and grimy. no matter how many times they repaint it it never stays clean. never looks fresh. the soot and the smog and the paint and the posters, they cover no matter what. a little girl's shoe.
dead beat down beat blue collar hombres play poker on a tuesday afternoon in a second story victorian bay window breakfast nook.
we all owe money to the system. even me with no debt i have debt. we all have debt. the dollar is debt. roses on the freeway onramp, i love you mom. thanks for bringing me into this mess, what the fuck was everyone thinking? america with its shiny rims and toaster ovens, i want my six hundred dollars. print a bunch more money and dole it out, that'll help. more meaningless credits to trade for shit from over the seas were that money came from in the first place. its okay, no payments till 2009, go ahead. lower the taxes and make more money, make a shit ton more while its still good.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
i was recently invited by a high school art teacher (whom shares only one degree of separation from knowing me in a couple different directions) to contribute to decorating his school's art building. he is a huge fan of graffiti and street art, and is using it as a medium to teach kids that art cannot only be cool and within their reach, but also to encourage them to stand out and make a statement. Manual Arts High in South Central has a bad rap and is a typical institutionalized inner-city school with all the problems associated with them, but with the exception of the art building with Mr. _______'s help. As you can see i am in good company and there are several more well known heads on deck to contribute very soon. the kids were stoked and it was a rad experience! i wish my high school had this going on!