Saturday, April 16, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Open studio during the Brewery Art Walk
I will be participating in the Brewery Art Walk which is quite exciting. It's just a really great event over all.
About the Brewery Art Walk -
"The Brewery ArtWalk is a twice annual open studio weekend at the worlds largest art complex. With over 100 participating resident artists, you will have the opportunity to see new works, discover new favorites, speak with the artists and purchase artwork directly from the artists at studio prices.
The ArtWalk takes place in the Spring and Fall, 11:00 am – 6:00 pm
Admission is free and so is parking. Come and support LA’s finest artists, take home some great works and dine at the on-site restaurant. "

About the Brewery Art Walk -
"The Brewery ArtWalk is a twice annual open studio weekend at the worlds largest art complex. With over 100 participating resident artists, you will have the opportunity to see new works, discover new favorites, speak with the artists and purchase artwork directly from the artists at studio prices.
The ArtWalk takes place in the Spring and Fall, 11:00 am – 6:00 pm
Admission is free and so is parking. Come and support LA’s finest artists, take home some great works and dine at the on-site restaurant. "
Monday, January 24, 2011
ashes to ashes
Just a little simple video I made. Nothing special, but I love the sounds in the video. Listen...
Monday, January 17, 2011
Friday, December 10, 2010
Opening at RAID Projects - Dec 11th
I'll have two of my letters in the show at RAID Projects. If you're in LA, hope you can make it.
Who Are These People
RAID Projects
602 Moulton Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90031
Saturday, Dec 11 @ 6pm-9pm

Who Are These People
RAID Projects
602 Moulton Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90031
Saturday, Dec 11 @ 6pm-9pm
Monday, July 5, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Superstar (Carpenters cover)
Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby
You said you'd be coming back this way again baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh, baby, I love you I really do
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
you'll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking...
Don't get any big ideas
they're not gonna happen
You paint yourself white
and feel up with noise
but there'll be something missing
Now that you've found it, it's gone
Now that you feel it, you don't
You've gone off the rails
Monday, February 1, 2010
Monday, December 14, 2009
I’m back on Boogie Street...
O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,
I never thought we’d meet.
You kiss my lips, and then you're gone:
I’m back on Boogie Street
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
THE DESIRE TO PAINT (Charles Bauldelaire)
Unhappy perhaps is man, but happy the artist torn by desire!
I am consumed by a desire to paint the woman who appeared to me so rarely and who so quickly fled, like a beautiful regretted thing the voyager leaves behind as he is carried away into the night. How long it is now, since she disappeared!
She is beautiful and more than beautiful; she is surprising. Darkness in her abounds, and all that she inspires is nocturnal and profound. Her eyes are two caverns where mystery dimly glistens, and like a lighting flash, her glance illuminates: it is an explosion in the dark.
I have compared her to a black sun, if one can imagine a black star pouring out light and happiness. But she makes one think rather of the moon, which has surely marked her with its portentous influence; not the white moon of idylls which resembles a frigid bride, but the moon torn from the sky, the conquered and indignant moon that the Thessalian Witches cruelly compel to dance on the frightened grass!
That little forehead is inhabited by a tenacious will and a desire for prey. Yet, in the lower part of this disturbing countenance, with sensitive nostrils quivering for the unknown and the impossible, bursts, with inexpressible loveliness, a wide mouth, red and white and alluring, that makes one dream of the miracle of a superb flower blooming on volcanic soil.
There are woman who inspire you with desire to conquer them and to take your pleasure of them; but this one fills you only with the desire to die slowly beneath her gaze.
I am consumed by a desire to paint the woman who appeared to me so rarely and who so quickly fled, like a beautiful regretted thing the voyager leaves behind as he is carried away into the night. How long it is now, since she disappeared!
She is beautiful and more than beautiful; she is surprising. Darkness in her abounds, and all that she inspires is nocturnal and profound. Her eyes are two caverns where mystery dimly glistens, and like a lighting flash, her glance illuminates: it is an explosion in the dark.
I have compared her to a black sun, if one can imagine a black star pouring out light and happiness. But she makes one think rather of the moon, which has surely marked her with its portentous influence; not the white moon of idylls which resembles a frigid bride, but the moon torn from the sky, the conquered and indignant moon that the Thessalian Witches cruelly compel to dance on the frightened grass!
That little forehead is inhabited by a tenacious will and a desire for prey. Yet, in the lower part of this disturbing countenance, with sensitive nostrils quivering for the unknown and the impossible, bursts, with inexpressible loveliness, a wide mouth, red and white and alluring, that makes one dream of the miracle of a superb flower blooming on volcanic soil.
There are woman who inspire you with desire to conquer them and to take your pleasure of them; but this one fills you only with the desire to die slowly beneath her gaze.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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