go Korea!

I've come across some really smart and well done stencil/graffiti art popping up in Korea from various sites and blogs. This one is pretty damn sweet. Seen on the wall of the painting department at Hongik University (one of the most prestigious art/design school) in Korea. It's so simple but says a lot, from stereotypes (the smart Asian kid) to breaking taboos and traditions (your Korean kid wants to be a what???) Being an artist is hard, being a Korean artist may be even a tad bit harder. Kudos to those that understand, advocate and spread the visibility of this population. Also parents, if your kid wants a brush, give the damn kid a brush!

tire swings

Something else I came across while collecting references on-line, and I'm thinking how come I never knew about these???

When I have kids I'm so getting these for myself them.

Here's a dragon and a motorcycle (prefer the animals personally.) I've also ran across elephants, giraffes, horses, and more. I want a herd of them in my backyard.

colors and the kids

I was collecting reference pictures for my drawings and listening to a live Cat Power recording. So appropriately the song "Colors and the Kids" came on. I had heard this song before but it never really grabbed me, until that moment. It was so perfect and I realized yes perfection comes with a price, that price being Beauty.




It's so hard to go in the city
'Cause you wanna say hello to everybody
It's so hard to go into the city
'Cause you wanna say hey I love you to everybody
When we were teenagers we wanted to be the sky
Now all we wanna do is go to red places
And try to stay outta hell

It must be the colors
And the kids
That keep me alive
'Cause the music is boring me to death

it must just be the colors
And it must just be the kids
That keep me alive on this January night.

we meet at the dark end of the street...

What do all of these posts have in common?

This-
At the dark end of the street
That is where we always meet
Hiding in shadows where we don't belong...
You and me

from "The Books in My Life"

My encounters with books I regard very much as my encounters with other phenomena of life or thought. All encounters are configurate, not isolate. In this sense, and in this sense only, books are as much a part of life as trees, stars or dung. I have no reverence for them per se. Nor do I put authors in any special, privileged category. If I defend them now and then- as a class- it is because I believe that, in our society at least, they have never achieved the status and the consideration they merit...

I am rediscovering Henry Miller and remembering his genius. I love him for his honesty, for his humility, for his nature and for following it. I love it because he will not call himself a Writer, but he will call himself Human. This common thread too is what I believe in. Before we are anything else we happen to be, we are human. He celebrates this, he devours it and bathes in it. The good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful, the harsh, the pornographic, the romantic, the dirt, the Heaven, the Hell, the whore, the Virgin, Brooklyn, Paris, filth, cheap wine and smoky cafes to Big Sur sunsets. He experiences it, so he writes it.


I am on the side of revelation, if not always on the side of beauty, truth, wisdom, harmony, and ever-evolving perfection.

Let the Right One In

There are no words to describe the way my heart felt, beat, trembled.

This film is the epitome of beauty, and quite possible the epitome of my personal beliefs. To see your own heart and dreams played out in front of you, words written, spoken, ideas relayed, scenes played, imagined by someone other than you. Is there anything more powerful? More touching and reassuring?

Tears could flow freely when I think of my gratitude for this. There is understanding.

Innocence. Childhood- Intimacy exists here. Honesty lives there. Children- Love is all they are. Truth is all they know.

We learn from them. We must. Let's not insist we are the teachers, let us be humble, let us be curious, let us thirst for innocence lost but can be found.